Had we thy secret shared:
Nor ever had lost from garden and hall
Pyrrha the golden-haired,
Pyrrha beloved of all.1440
Th. (to Deid.). Dost thou say nought?
Deid.Alas, alas! my Pyrrha.
Th. Art thou lamenting still to have lost thy maid?
Deid. I need no tongue to cry my shame; and yet
Thy mockery doth not grieve me like my loss.
Th. I came not here to mock thee, and forbid