Ner. Shepherd, I oft have wish'd you not to trouble
Me and yourself with words: I cannot love you.
Daph. As oft, Dorinda, have I spoke to you,
To leave to trouble me: I cannot love you.
Dor. Will you then slight my love because 'tis offer'd?
Daph. Will you then slight my love because 'tis offer'd?
Ner. Somebody else may love you, I cannot.
Daph. Somebody else may love you, I cannot.
Dor. O cruel words, how they do pierce my heart!
Daph. O cruel words, how they do pierce my heart!
Ner. How can I help it, if your destiny
Lead you to love where you may not obtain?
Daph. How can I help it, if your destiny
Lead you to love where you may not obtain?