Nymph.
Fond swain!
Shepherd.
By which I have been long
Destin’d to meet with hate.
Nymph.
Fie! shepherd, fie! thou dost love wrong,
To call thy crime thy fate.20
Shepherd.
Alas! what cunning could decline,
What force can love repel?
Nymph.
Yet there’s a way to unconfine
Thy heart.