Ah! no, no, no.
St Hermo never, never shone so bright;
'Tis Phillis! only Phillis can shoot so fair a light;
'Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone,
For all the winds are hushed, and the storm is overblown.
Phil. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms.
Amyn. If all the fates combine,
And all the furies join,
I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the charm.
[Here they break from their Keepers, run to each other, and embrace.