Dor. Ah me! I would he were not rich nor handsome:
It may be then he would regard my sufferings. [Aside.
Char. No, daughter, do not you believe you can
Catch me with shifts and tricks: I see, I tell you,
Into your heart.
Ner. Alas! I would you did;
Then your discourse would tend another way.
Char. Yes, you have made a vow, I know, which is,
Whilst you are young, you will have all the youth
To follow you with lies and flatteries.
Fool, they'll deceive you; when this colour fades,
Which will not always last, and you go crooked,
As if you sought your beauty lost i' th' ground;
Then they will laugh at you, and find some other
Fit for their love; where, if you do as I
Command you, I have one will make you happy.
Ner. Ah me most miserable!
Daph. Now I'll come in,
And see what I can do with this my gift.
Char. Look now, as if the Fates would have it so,
He comes just in the nick of my discourse:
Come, use him kindly now, and then you shall
Redeem what you have lost—my good opinion.
Ner. O most ungrateful chance! how I do hate
The sight of him!
Dor. Were it to me he came,
How happy would this fair encounter be!
Char. Daphnis, you're welcome, very welcome to me,
And to my daughter: what is that you have there?