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Portrait of Torquato Tasso Torquato Tasso Amyntas, A Tale of the Woods — Act III (1820)

He breathes again! 'Twas but a passing swoon;
He comes to himself.
AMYNTAS.
Oh Sorrow,
Why dost thou so contrive to torture me,
That death is spared me still. Thou art too merciful.
Or wouldst thou leave the task to mine own hands?
Content! Content! since thou wilt do it not,
Or cannot. Oh if this dire news be true,
And my great misery perfect, why stay longer?
What can I look for more? Oh Daphne, Daphne,
To this most bitter end 'twas thou didst keep me,
Even to this end most bitter.
A sweet and comely death might I have died,
Compared with dying now. Thou didst prevent me
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Portrait of Torquato Tasso Torquato Tasso Amyntas, A Tale of the Woods — Act III (1820)

I know her well. 'Twas but shame-facedness
That made her fly, not cruelty.
AMYNTAS.
Ah me!
It is my safest business to despair.
Hope is my ruin. Even now, alas!
It tries to spring up in this heart of mine,
Solely because I live. What evil is there
Worse than the life of such a wretch as I am?
DAPHNE.
Live, live, unhappy one, in spite of wretchedness:
Endure thy state, to be at last made happy.
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