Ner. Hylas, come help me; see'st thou not that Daphnis
Will ravish me?
Hyl. Ha! what do I hear?
The voice of my Nerina! so she spake
When she did live; but now, alas! she's dead.
Some devil mocks me with a vision,
And voice unto it.
Ner. Will you see me ravish'd
Before your face? O Hylas! O my love!
Hyl. Tis she, it is no vision: hold, ravisher,
My love thou canst not take without my life.
Enter Mirtillus, Montanus, Charinus.
Mir. What noise is this?
Mon. Some shriek much like a woman's.
Ner. O, help my love, Mirtillus!
Mir. Shepherd, hold;
Let go this nymph.
Daph. Or death or victory
Shall crown my enterprise.