Miscellanies in Prose and Verse By Anna Williams |
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SCENE IX.
HENRIQUES. SYLVIA.SYLVIA.
Where is Constantia? still I've sought in vain,
For I have much to tell her.
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Sure I dream,
What wonder strikes my sight? Stay, beauteous nymph.
SYLVIA.
O Heav'ns! art thou return'd?
HENRIQUES.
Why would'st thou fly?
O hear me but a moment.
SYLVIA.
Say; what would'st thou?
HENRIQUES.
But gaze upon thee, speak a few short words,
No more—
SYLVIA.
Then ere thou speak, give me thy promise
Not to come near me.
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Fear not, lovely nymph!
I promise this. What graceful Innocence
Shines o'er her frame!
SYLVIA.
How peaceful are its looks!
HENRIQUES.
But what's in me to cause such mighty fear?
I am no asp, nor savage beast of prey;
A man can surely not affright thee thus.
SYLVIA.
Art thou a man?
HENRIQUES.
I am.
SYLVIA.
O save me, save me!
[Flying.
HENRIQUES.
Yet stay—
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[Kneeling]
O spare me; never have I wrong'd you,
Then be not cruel to me.
HENRIQUES.
Rise, my fair one,
Compose thy thoughts, this causeless fear distracts me.
SYLVIA.
[Aside.]
Sure my heart whispers I may trust his faith.
HENRIQUES.
O if thou art gentle, as thy form bespeaks thee,
Say when and where did poor Constantia die?
SYLVIA.
Constantia! Heav'n be prais'd, Constantia lives!
HENRIQUES.
She lives! O lovely Sylvia! Yes, this place,
Thy tender years, all tell me thou art Sylvia;
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To seek Gernando.
SYLVIA.
Ha'st thou then with thee
That cruel, that ingrate—
HENRIQUES.
Call him unhappy,
But not ingrate or cruel: O delay not,
'Twere barb'rous to defer, but for a moment,
The tender raptures of this faithful pair.
SYLVIA.
Together let us go.
HENRIQUES.
No: that would ask
A longer time than fits the present purpose.
Seek thou Constantia, bring her to this place,
And with Gernando hither I'll return.
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Yet stay awhile—What is thy name?
HENRIQUES.
Henriques.
SYLVIA.
Then hear, Henriques, tarry not too long.
HENRIQUES.
What means this haste, my Fair?
SYLVIA.
Alas! I know not:
I feel a sudden damp at thy departure,
And feel, at thy return, as sudden joy.
HENRIQUES.
And, witness Heav'n! I could for ever hear thee,
Gaze on thy sweets, and dwell with thee for ever.
[Exit.
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