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SCENE VII.
Pan, Syrinx, Nymphs, Sylvans, and Chorus.Pan.
Love, how impatient hast thou made me!
I can no longer wait—Divinest Nymph!
Syr.
Ah!—Must I be tormented still?
Help! help! assist me, Nymphs.
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Forbear;—Quick, fly the Place;
Fly, or I'll call my Satyrs of the Woods
To chase you hence—By all the Pow'rs I swear:
Away, you Sylvans too, and wait my Pleasure.
Nymp. and Sylv.
Fly! fly! fly, &c.
[Exeunt Nymphs and Sylvans confusedly.
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