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Rh ( looks appealingly at her):

The boy is craz'd, I care for none of such, I like a limber lad who loves the games And did I dwell in pagan darkness still 'Twere Aphrodite and not Artemis From whom I'd beg a favourvery well, I would my sea-captain from Ascalon No more regarding the Iberian mime Who danced the Danæ last new year's tide, Would shower his golden rain once more on me.

Mock not the gentle boy, if he be craz'd The moon may well his mistress be. Farewell, Be happy in your dream, fond nympholept.

(They go out )

(Kneels to the Image):

Farewell, and now, O Patroness Divine,