Cloris, such little Services would prove
Too mean, to be repaid with Love;
A Look, a Nod, a Smile would quit that score,
And she deserves to be undone, that pays a Shepherd more.
Cloris.
His new-blown Passion if Selinda Scorn,
Alexis may again to me return.
Selinda.
Secure thy Fears, the Vows he makes to me
I send a Present, back to thee;
Cloris.
Then we will sing, in every Grove,
The greatness of your Mind,—
Selinda.
... And I your Love.
Both.