Syl. But swear
That thou wilt save him.
Cle. I shall do my best.
I dare not swear; for 'tis not in my power
To do what you command.
Syl. But will you swear
To let me know of it before he die?
Cle. I will, by heaven.
Syl. Then I take my leave.
And, Thyrsis, be thou sure, whatever fate
Attends thy life, the same does govern mine:
One kiss I must not be denied.
Cle. Fie, madam!
How low is this in you?
Syl. Then thus we part,
To meet again, I hope.
Thyr. Down, stubborn heart,
Wilt thou not break yet? In my death I find
Nothing that's terrible; but this farewell
Presents my soul with all the pains of hell. [Exeunt.
SCENA IV.
Mirtillus, Chorus of Shepherds.