Browze on, my goats; for I'll be with you soon.
DAPHNIS.
Feed well, my bulls, to whet your appetite,
That each may take a lusty leap at night.
CHLORIS.
What do you mean, uncivil as you are,
To touch my breasts, and leave my bosom bare?
DAPHNIS.
These pretty bubbies, first, I make my own.
CHLORIS.
Pull out your hand, I swear, or I shall swoon.
DAPHNIS.
Why does thy ebbing blood forsake thy face?