Mittite me, Danai. This passage is inexpressibly beautiful. Briseis fancied that she could have more influence over her lord than the deputies, and prevail where they were repulsed. The remembrance of past endearments, the presence of the person who he loved, and those tender sentiments which the sight of her must raise in him, would, she flattered herself, make him incapable of resisting her suit. From this she falls very naturally into an expostulation with him as present, chides him for his obstinacy and neglect, and tells him that it would be less cruel to deprive her of life at once, than thus make her languish in uncertainty and fears. The whole is concluded in the most simple and natural manner imaginable. 'It would be better to deprive me of life altogether, than keep me in this cruel uncertainty; but better still to preserve my life and happiness together, and prolong those days which are your own gift. Troy will afford objects upon which you may wreak your vengeance. Restore me then to my former place in your affections.'
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