Mir. Well then, beware, my friends, how you engage
Yourselves in love: he is a fair example.
And Hylas too—he's drooping for his mistress:
Daphnis is mad, they say; if you've a mind
To die or to run mad, then be in love.
2d Shep. See where he comes, in what a fume he is!
Mir. I do not like his fumes: pray let's away. [Exeunt.
SCENA V.
Daphnis. To him Dorinda.
Daph. He will not now be found, the traitor. But,
Where'er he be, nor heaven nor hell shall save him
From my revenge. To take away the life
Of that sweet innocent, without whose sight
He knew I could not live, and to do this
Under the name of friendship! O ye gods!
What age can parallel so great a mischief?
This is his magic glass, which had the virtue
To make her mine, but sent her to the gods.
Bless'd soul, I will revenge thy death, and then
I'll follow thee myself.
Dor. Daphnis, my, love,
Whither so fast?
Daph. Now, love, deliver me;
And must you come to trouble me? Begone!
I cannot stay to hear thy tedious follies.
Dor. Were all your vows then made but to abuse me?
Are there not pains to punish perjur'd men?
And will they not o'ertake you?
Daph. 'Las, poor fool!
The gods do laugh at such slight perjuries
As come from lovers.