must not leave unsought those many ways
That lead into this centre, till I find
Quench for my burning lust.
I come, unkind!
[Exit.
Daph. [Coming forward.] Can my imagination work me so much ill,
That I may credit this for truth, and
still
Believe mine eyes? or shall I firmly hold
Her yet untainted, and these sights but bold
Illusion? Sure,
such fancies oft have been
Sent to abuse true love, and yet are seen
Daring to blind the virtuous thought
with error;
But be they far from me with their fond terror!
I am resolved my Cloe yet is true.
Cloe. [Within.] Cloe!
Daph. Hark! Cloe! Sure, this voice is new,
Whose shrillness, like the sounding of a bell,
Tells me it is a
woman.Cloe, tell
Thy blessèed name again.
Cloe. [Within.] Cloe! here!
Daph. Oh, what a grief is this, to be so near,
And not encounter!
Enter Cloe.
Cloe. Shepherd, we are met:
Draw close into the covert, lest the wet,
Which falls like the lazy mist upon
the ground,
Soak through your startups.
Daph. Fairest, are you found?
How have we wandered, that the better part
Of this good night is perished?
Oh, my heart!
How have I longed to meet you, how to kiss
Those lily hands, how to receive the bliss
That
charming tongue gives to the happy ear
Of him that drinks your language! But I fear
I am too much unmannered,
far too rude,
And almost grown lascivious, to intrude
These hot behaviours; where regard of fame,
Honour
and modesty, a virtuous name,
And such discourse as one fair sister may
Without offence unto the brother
say,
Should rather have been tendered. But, believe,
Here dwells a better temper: do not grieve,
Then,
ever-kindest, that my first salute
Seasons so much of fancy; I am mute
Henceforth to all discourses but
shall be
Suiting to your sweet thoughts and modesty.
Indeed, I will not ask a kiss of you,
No, not to wring
your fingers, nor to sue
To those blest pair of fixed stars for smiles;
All a young lovers cunning, all his
wiles,
And pretty wanton dyings, shall to me
Be strangers; only to your chastity
I am devoted ever.
Cloe. Honest swain,
First let me thank you, then return again
As much of my love.No, thou art too
cold,
Unhappy boy, not tempered to my mould;
Thy blood falls heavy downward. Tis not fear
To offend
in boldness wins; they never wear
Deservèed favours that deny to take
When they are offered freely. Do
I wake,
To see a man of his youth, years, and feature,
And such a one as we call goodly creature,
Thus
backward? What a world of precious art
Were merely lost, to make him do his part!
But I will shake him
off, that dares not hold:
Let men that hope to be beloved be bold.
[Aside.
Daphnis, I do desire, since we are met
So happily, our lives and fortunes set
Upon one stake, to give
assurance now,
By interchange of hands and holy vow,
Never to break again. Walk you that way,
Whilst
I in zealous meditation stray
A little this way: when we both have ended
These rites and duties, by the
woods befriended
And secrecy of night, retire and find
An agèed oak, whose hollowness may bind
Us both
within his body; thither go;
It stands within you bottom. Daph. Be it so.
[Exit.
Cloe. And I will meet there never more with thee,
Thou idle shamefacedness!