Ner. Nay, tell me first.
Daph. Then know, fair shepherdess, that when I saw
My love, my services, my gifts, my vows,
Did all return to me without your love,
I had recourse unto this artifice:
A pleasant one of love's invention,
Which you may well remember.
Ner. What was that?
Daph. I did present you with a looking-glass.
Ner. You did, but what of that?
Daph. Nothing at all.
Pray, go this way with me.
Daph. That cast you into this deep lethargy:
Such was the magic of it.
Ner. To what purpose
Did you do this?
Daph. To make you mine.