The. Why dost thou keep such spotless constancie?
Clor. Thou holy Shepherd, see what for thy sake Clorin, thy Clorin, now dare under take. [He starts up.
The. Stay there, thou constant Clorin, if there be Yet any part of woman left in thee, To make thee light: think yet before thou speak.
Clor. See what a holy vow for thee I break. I that already have my fame far spread For being constant to my lover dead.
The. Think yet, dear Clorin, of your love, how true, If you had dyed, he would have been to you.
Clor. Yet all I'le lose for thee.
The. Think but how blest A constant woman is above the rest.
Clor. And offer up my self, here on this ground, To be dispos'd by thee.
The. Why dost thou wound
His heart with malice, against woman more,
That hated all the Sex, but thee before?
How much more pleasant had it been to me
To dye, than to behold this change in thee?
Yet, yet, return, let not the woman sway.
Clor. Insult not on her now, nor use delay, Who for thy sake hath ventur'd all her fame.