Daphnis. Nor pain nor sorrow has marriage, but mirth and dancing.
The Maiden. Ay, but they say that women dread their lords.
Daphnis. Nay, rather they always rule them,—whom do women fear?
The Maiden. Travail I dread, and sharp is the shaft of Eilithyia.
Daphnis. But thy queen is Artemis, that lightens labour.
The Maiden. But I fear childbirth, lest, perchance, I lose my beauty.
Daphnis. Nay, if thou bearest dear children thou wilt see the light revive in thy sons.
The Maiden. And what wedding gift dost thou bring me if I consent?
Daphnis. My whole flock, all my groves, and all my pasture land shall be thine.
The Maiden. Swear that thou wilt not win me, and then depart and leave me forlorn.