Because no more of faith
Doth a love deserve that acteth
Such deceptions.
Chrysanthus.
What deceptions?
Daria.
Are not those enough, Chrysanthus,
That thou usest to convince me
Of thy love, of thy attachment,
When my first and well-known wishes
Thou perversely disregardest?
Is it possible a man
So distinguished for his talents,
So illustrious in his blood,
Such a favourite from his manners,
Would desire to ruin all
By an error so unhappy,
And for some delusive dream
See himself abhorred and branded?
Chrysanthus.
I nor talents, manners, blood,
Would be worthy of, if madly
I denied a Great First Cause,
Who made all things, mind and matter,
Time, heaven, earth, air, water, fire,
Sun, moon, stars, fish, birds, beasts, Man then.
Daria.
Did not Jupiter, then, make heaven,
Where we hear his thunders rattle?
Chrysanthus.
No, for if he could have made
Heaven, he had no need to grasp it
For himself at the partition,
When to Neptune's rule he granted
The great sea, and hell to Pluto;—
Then they were ere all this happened.[12]
Daria.
Is not Ceres the earth, then?