DOR. For love's sake, say not so! He has a manly feature, and does show As much of grace in his comportment as The best of shepherds can; him Titan made Of better clay than he did other men, Although his heart be flint and hardest rock. Yet is his heart so hard, or are my parts Rather unequal to his high deserts? For he can love, I see, since you he loves, And you deserve it. Had he thought me worthy, He would have lov'd me too; but as I am Worthless Dorinda, I am made his scorn, And I had rather be so, than Nerina Should want a servant such as Daphnis is. NER. Prythee, no more of him: I hate his name As much as I would do the loss of honour, Which he injuriously would rob me of. No, no, Dorinda, if by love I be Enthrall'd to any, Daphnis is not he. DOR. Why, is there any can deserve you more? NER. Yes, many, that I could tell how to love Rather than him: for why should I love him, Whilst Hylas lives, and languishes for me? Hylas, who lov'd me in my infancy, And being then a boy, was never well If I was absent; nor indeed was I Content with any but his company. Our flocks still fed together: I on him, And he on me did feed his greedy eyes. Since, though his years have styled him man, he has Continu'd that first love with such respects, So full of innocence and simple truth, That howsoe'er my outward coyness is, My heart within tells me 'tis only his. Ah me! my father! prythee, let's away. DOR. But Daphnis comes with him: for love's sake, stay! SCENA IV. HYLAS, MIRTILLUS, CHARINUS, DAPHNIS. Pan be as cruel to his flocks and him As he has been to me! MIR. Go, leave your cursing, And follow her; let me alone with him. CHAR. Ha! have I found you? Ho! Nerina, stay! Your father calls you; was not that my daughter That made away so fast? MIR. Who, she that's gone? Believe your eyes no more, they are false to you. Could you take one for her that's nothing like her? 'Twas Chloris went from us. CHAR. Is't possible? MIR. 'Tis true. DAPH. I thought that it had been my love. CHAR. I durst have sworn that she had been my daughter. What made she here? 'Twill ne'er be otherwise; Young women will be chatting with young men, Whate'er their fathers say. It was not so When I was young--a boy, as you are, shepherds. MIR. We are not men with him till after fifty.