 | Filli Di Sciro. Or Phillis of Scyros |  |
Scen. 6.
CELIA.Cel.
Souls of my soul, away from me you fly,
And 'tis but reason, since I needs must dye:
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Which even now gave light unto mine eyes,
If ever you by chance on earth behold
These most unhappy limbs here lye extinct,
Depriv'd of heat and motion, not so much
As one poor sigh, no nor a tear I crave.
This only I entreat, that your proud feet
As just revengers of your injur'd hearts,
Would kick these bones unto the savage beasts,
And fling the dust thereof into the air,
But with that dust let then the air conveigh
Into the den of deep forgetfulness
All memory of my black sin. O happy death,
If with my life my faults may vanish too!
But I still live, and 'tis perhaps because
A few small hearbs cannot prevail with death,
He must have more, and therefore I have here
My lap full of them, and I will renew
Their poyson once again. Ah me! I dye,
Amyntas! Niso! Ah I dye, O love,
Betrayed love! O falsified faith!
Come now behold, and see the just revenge,
See and triumph, behold the vengeance due
Unto my fatal error, see the end
Of all my torturing pain. Come gentle plant
And stay the ruins of this falling bulk,
And since under thy shaddow I must dye,
Ah! with those leaves, those withered leaves at least
Which with the wind are tossed too and fro,
For pitty cover these unburied limbs:
But thou do'st fly me and so doth the earth,
The heavens hide themselves, and wretched I
Since neither earth nor heaven will receive
This wofull soul, where shall I then remain?
See, see, behold th' infernal deep there plac't;
You borrid furies whereon doe you gaze?
And thou black Cerberus why bark'st thou so?
Make room, I come to bear a share in all
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Leave all your pains to me, begon and tell
That I alone will here alone make hell.
Ah me! ah me!
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