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 COUNTESS OP WINOHILSEA 375 �If Pity 'twas; Oh! yet indulge that warmth, And Love 'twill soon produce, to meet my Wishes. �[She looks kindly on him. 'Tis done, 'tis done ! be witness ye still skies, That all her Looks are calm, and smooth as yours, 130 �And not one Frown forbids my forward Hopes: Let this fair Hand be added to confirm them, And ease the mighty longings of my Passion. �[Kneels and kisses her Hand. �Herm. Take, freely take this first and last of Favours. Now, Shepherd rise, and hear what I've to say ; And if a Sigh mix with the fatal Sentence, Believe, 'tis from the Grief, with which I give it. You must not love me [She sighs. �dim. I must not love you, tho' you Sigh to speak it! Shou'd Pan pronounce it, in a Voice so loud 140 �'Twou'd rive the knotty Oaks, that shade his Altars, I wou'd to Syrinxes oppose your Beauties, And ask the Gods, whose Loves had best Foundation? �Herm. Those Gods, who made our Births so dispropor- �tion'd, �Wou'd say, they ne'er design'd our Hands shou'd join. But see! the Swains are gath'ring tow'rds this Place: Yet, Shepherd, know, that if a Prince wou'd Love, 'Tis in your Form he must successful prove. �Enter Arcasius with a Casket. �dim. Then in this happy Form, since you approve it, Behold [She interrupts him. 150 �Herm. No more! as you wou'd keep th' Esteem I've shown you. [Exit. �Glim. Another time must tell this Secret to her. Th' Ambition of her Mind charms like her Person, [Aside. Nor can the Blood, that breeds such Thoughts be abject. ��� �