Oh! the anguish! [Exeunt Cynthia and Nisida.]
Escarpin.
Mad with jealousy and rage
Have the tuneful twain departed.
Daria (aside).
Chastisements for due offences
Do not fright me, do not startle,
For if they through arrogance
And ambition sought this garden,
Me the worship of the gods
Here has led, and so I 'm guarded
'Gainst all sorceries whatsoever,
'Gainst all forms of Christian magic:—
Art thou then Chrysanthus?
Chrysanthus.
Yes.
Daria.
Not confused or troubled, rather
With a certain fear I see thee,
For which I have grounds most ample.
Chrysanthus.
Why?
Daria.