Daphnis. These first-fruits I offer, a gift to the Paphian.
The Maiden. Stay, wretch, hark; surely a stranger cometh; nay, I hear a sound.
Daphnis. The cypresses do but whisper to each other of thy wedding.
The Maiden. Thou hast torn my mantle, and unclad am I.
Daphnis. Another mantle I will give thee, and an ampler far than thine.
The Maiden. Thou dost promise all things, but soon thou wilt not give me even a grain of salt.
Daphnis. Ah, would that I could give thee my very life.
The Maiden. Artemis, be not wrathful, thy votary breaks her vow.
Daphnis. I will slay a calf for Love, and for Aphrodite herself a heifer.
The Maiden. A maiden I came hither, a woman shall I go homeward.