But I shall spoil my beauty, if I bear.
DAPHNIS.
But Mam and Dad are pretty names to hear.
CHLORIS.
But there's a civil question used of late;
Where lies my jointure, where your own estate?
DAPHNIS.
My flocks, my fields, my woods, my pastures take,
With settlement as good as law can make.
CHLORIS.
Swear then you will not leave me on the common,
But marry me, and make an honest woman.
DAPHNIS.
I swear by Pan, though he wears horns you'll say,
Cudgelled and kicked, I'll not be forced away.