CHORUS.
[Faintly mingling with Damon's song in the distance.]
To echo—alone—
Shall my secret—be known.—
MENALCAS.
My friend, why meet I here with thee?
Thou hast'nest not to join the festal throng?
No longer stay, but come with me,
And mingle in the dance and song.
DAMON.
Thou'rt welcome, friend! but suffer me to roam