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Daphne, Dorylas.
Dorylas.
Recit.
Sweet Nymph, this Token of my Love receive,
Tho' mean's the Present that a Swain can give;
Yet should a Smile the trifling Gift repay,
My Heart will dance with Pleasure all the Day.
Daphne.
I take the Crook in Earnest of your Love;
At Eight, precisely, in the Chesnut Grove;
To Faunus' Spring, good Dorylas, repair,
'Tis very likely—my warm Blushes spare,
'Tis very likely— [Aside.]
I shall not be there.
Dorylas.
Thrice happy Dorylas! kind Maid, Adieu;
At Eight, precisely, I'll my Suit renew.
AIR.
[Exit.
Dorylas.
Recit.
Sweet Nymph, this Token of my Love receive,
Tho' mean's the Present that a Swain can give;
Yet should a Smile the trifling Gift repay,
My Heart will dance with Pleasure all the Day.
Daphne.
I take the Crook in Earnest of your Love;
At Eight, precisely, in the Chesnut Grove;
To Faunus' Spring, good Dorylas, repair,
'Tis very likely—my warm Blushes spare,
'Tis very likely— [Aside.]
I shall not be there.
Dorylas.
Thrice happy Dorylas! kind Maid, Adieu;
At Eight, precisely, I'll my Suit renew.
AIR.
How happy's the Lover whose Cares are no more;
Who bids an Adieu to all Sorrow!
My Griefs are all husht, and my Torments are o'er,
For I shall be happy to-morrow.
Who bids an Adieu to all Sorrow!
My Griefs are all husht, and my Torments are o'er,
For I shall be happy to-morrow.
Each flow'ret of Spring that enamels the Ground,
From you ev'ry Charm seems to borrow;
Then who will so blest or so happy be found,
As I with my Daphne to-morrow.
From you ev'ry Charm seems to borrow;
Then who will so blest or so happy be found,
As I with my Daphne to-morrow.
I never am happy but when in your Sight;
Your Smiles are the Cure of all Sorrow:
Remember, dear Daphne, your Promise to-night;
And I shall be happy to-morrow.
Your Smiles are the Cure of all Sorrow:
Remember, dear Daphne, your Promise to-night;
And I shall be happy to-morrow.
[Exit.
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