Mir. But, shepherd, what disease is't that so soon
Could spend his force upon her? she was well
This morning, when she made poor Hylas sick.
Mon. I know not; I am sent unto the well
Of Esculapius to fetch some water
For her recovery. I must be gone. [Exit.
Mir. Shepherds, here let us end. I think we are
Perfect in all the rest. This night the king
Must see't, resolve on that.
Chorus. We are all ready.
Mir. Then let's away, and see what will betide
This gentle nymph Nerina.
Chorus. We'll go with you.
SCENA IV.
Charinus, Nerina, Dorinda, Hylas, Mirtillus, Nuntius.
Hold up thy head, good child: see, he is come.
Bring me the water quickly, whilst there is
Some life in her. Now chafe her, good Dorinda.
Ner. All is in vain, I cannot live; dear father,
Farewell. What shepherd's that lies on the ground?
Is it not Hylas?