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Scen. 2.

NISO.
I here the name of Phillis, and but now,
Me thinks it eccho'd through the empty ayre,
Unto my lovesick soul: but whence then comes
This faigned voice, which thus recals again,
The cold dead ashes of my dying heart,
Unto there wonted flames? can it be thou?
Or i'st not rather the fair gentle shade,
Of my lost Phillis? is it that which strays,
Depriv'd of rest about these fields to draw
My erring heart unto her love again?
Alas what wouldst thou have of me? thou know'st
That since thy death, no part of me remains,
But tears and sighs, and if thou take delight
To see me greeve, thou mai'st when ere thou please.
Whilest I live here, renew the funeral pomp,
Of my sad tears, and heart consuming sighs;
Take then these brinish drops, rest satisfied
With these deep groans, which here I consecrate,
Unto our love, and to thy sweet repose,
And rest, Ah me! poor soul, now rest in peace.