Dor. It is not destiny that injures me;
It is thy cruel will and marble heart.
Daph. It is not destiny that injures me;
It is thy cruel will and marble heart.
Ner. No, Daphnis; 'tis not hardness of my heart,
Nor any cruelty that causes this.
Daph. Then 'tis disdain of me.
Ner. Nor is it that:
I do not see in Daphnis anything
To cause disdain.
Dor. Why do you not reply
In those same words to me, malicious Echo?
Daph. I pray, leave me; I have other business now
To trouble me; if you disdain me not,
Fair nymph, as you pretend, receive my offer.
Ner. What's that?
Daph. My heart.
Dor. I will, gentle Daphnis.