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  • Title: Galathea (Modern)
  • Editor: David Bevington

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    Author: John Lyly
    Editor: David Bevington
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    Galathea (Modern)

    [Enter Galathea and Phillida.
    Phillida I marvel what virgin the people will present. It is happy you are none, for then it would have fallen to your lot, because you are so fair.
    Galathea If you had been a maiden too, I need not to have feared, because you are fairer.
    840Phillida I pray thee, sweet boy, flatter not me. Speak truth of thyself, for in mine eye of all the world thou art fairest.
    Galathea These be fair words, but far from thy true thoughts. I know mine own face in a true glass, and desire not to see it in a flattering mouth.
    Phillida Oh, would I did flatter thee, and that fortune would not flatter me! I love thee as a brother, but love not me so.
    845Galathea No I will not, but love thee better, because I cannot love as a brother.
    Phillida Seeing we are both boys, and both lovers, that our affection may have some show and seem as it were love, let me call thee mistress.
    Galathea I accept that name, for divers before have called me mistress.
    Phillida For what cause?
    850Galathea Nay, there lie the mysteries.
    Phillida Will not you be at the sacrifice?
    Galathea No.
    Phillida Why?
    Galathea Because I dreamt that if I were there I should be turned to 855a virgin, and then being so fair (as thou say'st I am) I should be offered, as thou knowest one must. But will not you be there?
    Phillida Not unless I were sure that a boy might be sacrificed, and not a maiden.
    Galathea Why, then you are in danger.
    Phillida But I would escape it by deceit. But seeing we are resolved to be both absent, let us wander into these groves till the hour be past.
    860Galathea I am agreed, for then my fear will be past.
    Phillida Why, what dost thou fear?
    Galathea Nothing but that you love me not.
    Phillida I will. -- Poor Phillida, what shouldst thou think of thyself, that lovest one that, I fear me, is as thyself is? And may it not be that her father 865practiced the same deceit with her that my father hath with me, and, knowing her to be fair, feared she should be unfortunate? If it be so, Phillida, how desperate is thy case! If it be not, how doubtful! For if she be a maiden, there is no hope of my love; if a boy, a hazard. I will after him or her, and lead a melancholy life, that look for a miserable death.