Daph. Let's lose no time.
I long to see my love alive again.
Alc. Then help to lift this stone; see where she lies—
The same Nerina?
Daph. She is dead, I see.
Alc. Love is still full of fears: give me the water.
Daph. Here: but take heed it do not spoil her face.
Alc. If she be dead, you need not fear the change
Of any colour. What a child is love!
Daph. The gods, I see, will not let beauty die.
She breathes—she stirs—her eyes begin to open
As after sleep. O miracle!
Alc. How now?
Is she alive? Will you believe your sense?
Now I have put her in your hands, be sure
You do not let her go, and lose no time.
If you give credit to her words, you're lost.
What cannot women's words and flatteries
Effect with simple lovers? Think on that.
Be confident: I'll leave you to your fate.
Ner. Ye gods, where am I now? What place is this?
What light is this I see? Are the same things
Seen in this new world as they are in th' other?
Or in the grave do men see waters, trees,
As I do now, and all things, as I liv'd?
But (sure) I live still. If I do, why then
Was I here buried amongst these flowers?
Sure, I am dead; but yet I walk and speak,
And I have heard that those who once are dead
Can never use their voice or action.
But who is this I see here? Daphnis, ha!
Are you dead too, as well as I?
Daph. No, sweet;
I live to be the servant of Nerina.