Daph. O importunity!
Ner. Give her thy heart.
She has deserv'd it, for she loves thee Daphnis.
Daph. First, I would tear it piecemeal here before you.
Dor. O me unfortunate! O cruel man!
Ner. Stay, good Dorinda, I'll go with thee; stay.
Daph. Let her go where she will; behold, sweet saint,
This mirror here, the faithful representer
Of that which I adore, your beauteous form;
When you do see in that how lovely are
Your looks, you will not blame my love.
Ner. If I refuse it,
My father will be angry. [Aside.] Let me see it.
Here, take thy glass again: what ails my head?
I know not where I am, it is so giddy:
And something like a drowsiness has seiz'd
My vital spirits.
Daph. How do you, love?
Ner. Heavy o' th' sudden; I'll go home and sleep.
Daph. So, let her go, and let this work awhile.
She cast an eye upon me as she went,
That by its languishing did seem to say,
Daphnis, I'm thine; thou hast o'ercome at last.
Alcon, th' hast made me happy by thy art [Exeunt.