 | Pan and Syrinx |  |
SCENE VIII.
Pan and Syrinx.Syr.
What must I do, or how escape?
Alass! I tremble.—
Pan.
Why these Fears?
Hear me, lovely, cruel Fair!
Behold me prostrate at your Feet,
Low, and submissive as a rural Swain.
Syr.
I must not hear of Love.
Pan.
Not hear of Love!
Why then were all those heav'nly Beauties given?
Not Cynthia's self can rival you in Charms.
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Thy Flatt'ry and thy Love alike I scorn.
Pan.
Consent to love, and Thou, like her, shalt reign
Queen of the Lawns, and have thy Nymphs t'attend thee.
Syr.
No such Ambition can allure my Mind:
I must not hear of Love.
Pan.
Force shall befriend me, since Intreaties fail;
I will enjoy thee, stubborn Maid!
Thy Beauty has inflam'd my Soul;
Nor will I languish, scorn'd, and in Despair.
Syr.
O savage Insolence! Protect me, Gods!
Save me, Diana! Virgin-Goddess, save me!
Syr.
Cruel Sylvan! O forbear;
Pan.
Cruel Nymph! O stay, and hear:
Syr.
Thy Passion is in vain.
Pan.
Resistance is in vain.
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Ye Gods, in Pity aid me!
Pan.
Suck killing Charms invade me.
Syr.
O ease me from my Pain.
Pan.
O yield to ease my Pain.
Syr.
Cruel Sylvan! O, forbear;
Pan.
Cruel Nymph! O stay, and hear:
Syr.
Thy Passion is in vain.
Pan.
Resistance is in vain.
[Here Syrinx, getting loose, runs to the Banks of the River, where she is changed into Reeds.]
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