Ner. Yours, Daphnis?
How could you hope that without my consent?
Daph. My services, I thought, would merit it;
Besides, the world, not dreaming but you were
Dead and here buried, we two might live
Together, without being known to any.
Ner. But could you practise tricks on those you love?
Now you are paid with your own artifice:
For know, there's none that can dispose of me
But Hylas, who has long preserv'd my heart;
And now my father, whom I did resolve
For ever to obey, has made him mine
By giving his consent, which had not been
But for this trick of yours.
Daph. Why then it seems
You do not love me?
Ner. Love you! Know, I had
Rather embrace my death again than thee.
Daph. Then 'tis no time to dally: come along,
Or I will force you.
Ner. Help me, shepherds, help!
Daph. Fool! stop your mouth, no human help shall save thee.
Enter Hylas.
Hyl. This is the place where I am come to pay
My tears' first sacrifice upon this tomb
That glories in the spoils of all my wealth.