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Damon and Alexis.

DAMON.
Tell me, Alexis, whence these Sorrows grow?
From what hid Spring do these salt Torrent flows?
Why hangs the Head of my afflicted Swain,
Like bending Lillies over-charg'd with Rain?

ALEXIS.
Ah Damon, if what you already see,
Can move thy gentle Breast to pity me;
How would thy Sighs with mine in Consort join,
How would thy Tears swell up the Tide of mine,
Couldst thou but see (but oh no Light is there,
But blackest Clouds of Darkness and Despair)
Could'st thou but see the Torments that within
Lye deeply lodg'd, and view the horrid Scene;
View all the Wounds, and every fatal Dart,
That sticks and rankles in my bleeding Heart?
No more, ye Swains, Love's harmless Anger fear,
For he has empty'd all his Quiver here.
Nor thou, oh Damon, ask me why I grieve,
But rather, wonder, wonder that I live.

DAMON
Unhappy Youth! too well, alas! I know
The Pangs despairing Lovers undergo.

Imperfect.