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e. Having now ended, kiss me, Ternissa! _Ternissa._ Impudent man! in the name of Pallas, why should I kiss you? _Epicurus._ Because you expressed hatred. _Ternissa._ Do we kiss when we hate? _Epicurus._ There is no better end of hating. The sentiment should not exist one moment; and if the hater gives a kiss on being ordered to do it, even to a tree or a stone, that tree or stone becomes the monument of a fault extinct. _Ternissa._ I promise you I never will hate a tree again. _Epicurus._ I told you so. _Leontion._ Nevertheless, I suspect, my Ternissa, you will often be surprised into it. I was very near saying, 'I hate these rude square stones!' Why did you leave them here, Epicurus? _Epicurus._ It is true, they are the greater part square, and seem to have been cut out in ancient times for plinths and columns; they are also rude. Removing the smaller, that I might plant violets and cyclamens and convolvuluses and strawberries, and such other herbs as grow willingly in dry places, I left a few of these for seats, a few for tables and for couches. _Leontion._ Delectable couches! _Epicurus._ Laugh as you may, they will become so when they are covered with moss and ivy, and those other two sweet plants whose names I do not remember to have found in any ancient treatise, but which I fancy I have heard Theophrastus call 'Leontion' and 'Ternissa'. _Ternissa._ The bold, insidious, false creature! _Epicurus._ What is that volume, may I venture to ask, Leontion? Why do you blush? _Leontion._ I do not blush about it. _Epicurus._ You are offended, then, my dear girl. _Leontion._ No, nor offended. I will tell you presently what it contains. Account to me first for your choice of so strange a place to walk in: a broad ridge, the summit and one side barren, the other a wood of rose-laurels impossible to penetrate. The worst of all is, we can see nothing of the city or the Parthenon, unless from the very top. _Epicurus._ The place commands, in my opinion, a most perfect view. _Leontion._ Of what, pray? _Epicurus._ Of itself; seeming to indicate that we, Leontion, who philosophize, should do the same. _Leontion._ Go on, go on! say what you please: I will not hate anything yet. Why have you torn up by the root all these little mountain ash-trees? This is the season of their beauty: come, Ternissa, let us make ourselves necklaces and armlets, such as may captivate old Sylvanus and Pan; you
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