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The Country Burial. 27
What Life denies us
Death fupplies us ;
Friendly Death, come end my Care,
Tim. within. Friendly Death, come end my Care.
5j] # hong mufi I this Torture bear.
Tim. Long mufi /, &c.
It feems, indeed, the Voice of one complaining ; but one of
that falfe, deceitful Sex, which only feems unhappy, when it
wou'd make ours fo indeed. Perhaps fome bufy, prying
Wretch, has ftole, unheeded, on my Sorrows, and with fcorn-
ful Repetitions mocks my real Woes.
SCENE II. Timothy, and Silvia.
Tim. Forgive, fair Maid, an unhappy Man, who has
wandred all the long Night, not knowing where he went, nor
where to go. Tir'd with my Mifery and fruitlefs Labour,
unable to go farther, I laid me down in yonder Thicket to
complain. But, hearing your Voice, I hare with much Dif-
ficulty crept hither to enquire of you, after my loft Daughter ;
as I mult of all I meet, 'till I have found her.
'Sil. Is it a Child you have loft !
Tim. A dearly beloved and a loving Child.
Sil. That is a Lofs indeed.
Tim. My Wife was buried laft Night, and came to Life again,
and while I went home with her, my Daughter was carryed
away.
Sil. Your Story's very ftrange.
Tim. But very true.
Sil. I only faid that it was ftrange, not that it was not true,
I have heard of People, who, feeming to be dead, have yet
reviv'd. That may have been her Cafe.
Tim. I can't tell It may be fo — - My Daughter is about
your Age, but not fo tall Have you heard of any fueh
Perfon?
Sil. No, indeed.
Tim. She's loft for ever, and I am the moil miferable Man
in the World.
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