Dor. Women are ever credulous—most then,
When knowledge of the truth would but afflict them.
I dare not now distrust you, though I knew
What you have said were false: it has a semblance
Of such a pleasing truth: give me thy hand,
And take thou mine; whilst we walk thus entwin'd,
I shall think Daphnis never was unkind. [Exeunt.
SCENA IV.
Eubulus, Cleander. To them Thyrsis, Sylvia.
What, are they dead? is the king's will obey'd?
Cle. No, sir, they live, and Hymen in his bands
Has tied them both; the happiest knot that e'er
Knit two such equal hearts and loves together.
O, I'm ravish'd with the news: my joy
Is greater now than if sh' had been the daughter
Unto our king, and I had married her.
Eub. I am amaz'd; pray Jove thou be'st not mad.
Cle. Somewhat exalted, sir, beyond myself,
But yet not mad. Go, sir, unto the king;
Tell him Cleander lives to make him happy.
Eub. Sure, thou wilt come unto thyself anon!
Prythee, bethink thee.
Cle. Yes, sir, I do think,
And know that I have news to make him live,
And you an age yet longer.
Eub. This is strange.