What if some God hath order’d this?
Thais. Indeed,
I’ll so interpret it, and wish it so.
Chær. I prithee do!—and be assured of this,
That naught I did in scorn, but all in love.
Thais. I do believe it; and, on that account,
More readily forgive you: for oh! Chærea,
I am not form’d of an ungentle nature,
Nor am I now to learn the pow’r of love.
Chær. Now, Thais, by my life, I love thee too.