Char. Who makes this outcry?
Mir. Sir, I shall cool you, if you be so hot.
Char. My daughter here! was she not buried?
Away, foul spirit, away! Let's part these shepherds.
Ner. O father, do you think that I am dead?
I am alive, as you are; touch me, see.
Char. She is alive indeed! How cam'st thou hither?
Ner. Daphnis, whom you would have to be my husband,
Brought me to this supposed death and grave.
Char. By what strange means, Nerina?
Ner. By the glass
You bid me I should take: he has confess'd
To me that it was poison'd.
Char. Can it be?
Can Daphnis do this? He had little reason.
Daph. She was a fool to cry; I should ha' pleas'd her
Ere this, perhaps.