Play by yourself, I dare not venture thither;
You, and your naughty pipe, go hang together.
DAPHNIS.
Coy nymph, beware, lest Venus you offend.
CHLORIS.
I shall have chaste Diana still to friend.
DAPHNIS.
You have a soul, and Cupid has a dart.
CHLORIS.
Diana will defend, or heal my heart.
Nay, fie, what mean you in this open place?
Unhand me, or I swear I'll scratch your face.
Let go for shame; you make me mad for spite;
My mouth's my own; and, if you kiss, I'll bite.
DAPHNIS.
Away with your dissembling female tricks;
What, would you 'scape the fate of all your sex?