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SCENE I.
The Scene the Country. Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses, who dance, while another Shepherd addresses himself to a Shepherdess sitting by him on a Bank: after the Dance is over the Shepherd and Shepherdess sing: another Shepherd pipes while they dance and sing.
Shepherdess.
Take me, O! Damon, take me to thee,
I thy Vows no longer shun;
Selena in her Turn shall woo thee;
Take the Prize thy Virtue won.
Shepherd.
The Hills which answer'd to the Measure
Of my sad, complaining, Song,
Shall now return the Notes of Pleasure,
Which to Love and thee belong.
Shepherdess.
When to thy Brows I leave the Willow,
And from thee and Honour stray,
May from our Isle an angry Billow
Wash me as a Stain away.
Shepherd.
Beauty and Fortune may forsake thee,
But thy Damon never can;
Nor Age, nor Poverty, can make thee
Hateful to thy faithful Man.
Shepherdess.
May my lov'd Shepherd never languish,
Raptur'd for a fairer Maid;
For fatal soon wou'd be the Anguish
Of Selena once betray'd.
Shepherd.
With no Ambition, Gods, perplex us;
All Contention hence remove;
May no dishonest Passion vex us;
All our Strife, and Pride, be Love.
Chorus
of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
With no Ambition, Gods, perplex us;
All Contention hence remove;
May no dishonest Passion vex us;
All our Strife, and Pride, be Love.
[The Shepherds and Shepherdesses go,
when Philander and Dion appear.Take me, O! Damon, take me to thee,
I thy Vows no longer shun;
Selena in her Turn shall woo thee;
Take the Prize thy Virtue won.
Shepherd.
The Hills which answer'd to the Measure
Of my sad, complaining, Song,
Shall now return the Notes of Pleasure,
Which to Love and thee belong.
Shepherdess.
When to thy Brows I leave the Willow,
And from thee and Honour stray,
May from our Isle an angry Billow
Wash me as a Stain away.
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Beauty and Fortune may forsake thee,
But thy Damon never can;
Nor Age, nor Poverty, can make thee
Hateful to thy faithful Man.
Shepherdess.
May my lov'd Shepherd never languish,
Raptur'd for a fairer Maid;
For fatal soon wou'd be the Anguish
Of Selena once betray'd.
Shepherd.
With no Ambition, Gods, perplex us;
All Contention hence remove;
May no dishonest Passion vex us;
All our Strife, and Pride, be Love.
Chorus
of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
With no Ambition, Gods, perplex us;
All Contention hence remove;
May no dishonest Passion vex us;
All our Strife, and Pride, be Love.
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