| till thine eies dassel, and thy spirites fainte, die before his face: then | 110 |
〈Re-enter MILETA and ISMENA.〉
Mileta. I come.
| Sapho. It wil not be, I can take no reste, which way soeuer | 115 |
Mileta. A straunge maladie!
Sapho. Mileta, if thou wilt, a Martiredom. But giue me my lute, and I will see if in songe I can beguile mine owne eies.
| Mileta. Here Madame. | 120 |
Sapho. Haue you sent for Phao?
Mileta. Yea.
Sapho. And to bring simples that will procure sleepe?
Mileta. No.
| Sapho. Foolish wensh, what should the boy doe heere, if he bring | 125 |
Mileta. Yea Madame, it shall be doone. 〈She comes from the
| recess.〉 Peace, no noise: shee beginneth to fall asleepe. I will goe | 130 |
Isme. Goe speedily: for if she wake, and finde you not heere, shee will bee angry. Sicke folkes are testie, who though they eate nothing, yet they feede on gall.
〈Exit MILETA while ISMENAretires.〉
____________________My curse, which shall strike blinde the Day:
Sapho. O Cruell Loue! on thee I lay 135
Neuer may sleepe with veluet hand
Charme thine eyes with Sacred wand;
Thy laylours shalbe Hopes and Feares;Thy Play to weare out weary times,
Thy Prison-mates, Grones, Sighes, and Teares; 140
Phantasticke Passion, Uowes, and Rimes;
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Publication information:
Book title: The Complete Works of John Lyly.
Volume: 2.
Contributors: R. Warwick Bond - Author.
Publisher: The Clarendon Press.
Place of publication: Oxford, England.
Publication year: 1902.
Page number: 399.
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