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SONG OF SONGS.
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There may be sixty Queens, with their seventy attendants,
And maids without number;
But my Dove is the one, that is perfect,
She is the one of her mother ;
The best of her daughters,
Girls see her and bless her;
The Queens and attendants all praise her!
Actr 5. Scum 1.
(DAvtD's Villa. SOLOMON walking in the Nut Grove of the Villa on the
Lebanon, sees the Suzpumznzss.)
Soromow.
Who is this that bursts out like the Dawn ?
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And fair as the silvery Moon
Like the Sun on a fluttering flag?
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SHEPHERDESS replies.
I came down to the Garden of Nuts,
To look at the plants in the vale,
T0 see if the vines were in bloom,
Or the L0ve—apples flowered.
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I knew not, by my life, I should meet,
In my walk with my Prince.
(She turns awaylland retires towards her duties in nursing Dawn. 7
501.0MoN calls to entreat her to come back.)
S0LoM0N.
Why offended ?———Return to me! Return 5
Return to me! Return !—Let me see you!
Scene 2.
(While he calls back the oiended Stgteiennnnnss, a MAHANAM1 DANc11~1c. Gnu, of
the Court partly demands of SOLOMON :)
DANC1NG Gnu.,
Why should you look at that sulker,
More than at a Mahanami Dancer P
(SOLOMON in irritation replies to her with satirical insult.)
SOLOMON.
How fine your steps are in your slippers!
Smart girl! The edge of your skirts is like lace,
And made by the hand of the skilful!
Your belt is a bowl not deficient in drink ;
Is your waist a field of ripe corn, and encircled with lilies?
Are your two breasts like two fawns,·—twin gazelles F
Is your neck like an ivory tower ?
Your eyes like the lakelets of Bethlem,
By the Gate of Bath—rabbim ?
Is your nose like to Lebanorfs tower,
That looks on the North to Damask?
Is your head fixed on you like Carmel,
With the plaits from your hair hanging down?
And a Monarch involved in their twists?
Sonun 3.
(SOLOMON leaving his satirizing of the DANCING Gmt., turns and looks
after the retiring SHEPHERDESS, and soliloquizes.)
Sonomou.
Why are you so charming and pleasant P
l love her, involved in delights,
Your stature is like to a Palm,
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