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Nireus, cahnly."] Thou canft not find thyfelf in any 

 thing here. Have patience ! Thou wilt fare better, 

 when thou art more accuftomed to us. I thought that 

 my prefcription would immediately appear ridiculous 

 to thee. But thou wert determined to hear it. And. I 

 repeat it once more ; that I know of no other. Fare- 

 well. [Nireus retires.] 



Phaon, aficky looking after him.] How handfome he 

 is ! If he had prefented himfelf in this form at Olym- 

 pian the Greeks would have taken him for Mercury or 

 the ever-youthful Apollo. — I lhall grow outrageous I 

 I feem every moment more and more deformed. Some 

 magical arts have been praclifed upon me, otherwife 

 it could not be poffible. — I can endure it no longer. 

 £He goes deeper into the grove ; where he meets with Sap- 

 pho coming from an arbour I] But who is the nymph y 

 that with fo charming a port, comes from yonder 

 bower, with an ivory lyre on Jier beautiful arm ? — ■ 

 What ! do not my eyes deceive me ? — Really, by 

 Caftor ! it is the Lelbian fongftrefs, it is Sappho her- 

 felf ! — I muft decline her. — But fhe advances to- 

 wards me — fhe fmiles upon me — o certainly fhe 

 loves me frill ! — then there is at leaft one perfon here 

 in whofe eyes I am ftill the lovely Phaon ! — I will go 

 up and accoft her. 



Sappho.] How ! The beautiful Phaon too in Ely- 

 iium ! 



Phaon afde.] Juft as I thought ! — -Welcome, poe- 

 tefs. Thou didft not expect to fee me fo foon in this 

 place. 



Sappho failing.'] Perhaps thou wert caught by 

 fome cruel fair^ who avenged my caufe upon thee ? 



6G4 Didft 



