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 Leucippe. But I would rather go when they            Sit round about and sing and play. Then why so hurry me? for you            Like play and song, and shepherds too. Alciphron. I like the shepherds very well,             And song and play, as you can tell. But there is play, I sadly fear,            And song I would not have you hear. Leucippe.  What can it be? What can it be? Alciphron. To you may none of them repeat             The play that you have play'd with me,             The song that made your bosom beat. Leucippe.  Don't keep your arm about my waist. Alciphron. Might you not stumble? Leucippe.                          Well then, do. But why are we in all this haste? Alciphron. To sing. Leucippe.            Alas! and not play too? 573. Years

Years, many parti-colour'd years, Some have crept on, and some have flown Since first before me fell those tears I never could see fall alone.

Years, not so many, are to come, Years not so varied, when from you One more will fall: when, carried home, I see it not, nor hear Adieu.