CHAR. I am an old man, I, and therefore care not To see my wither'd face and hoary hair: Give it that young thing, she knows what to do with it. Daughter, come hither; use him courteously And kindly too: be sure you take his gift. [_Aside._ Daphnis, I'll leave you both together here; My sheep are shearing, I can stay no longer. [_Exit._ DAPH. Farewell, old man; health to my dearest mistress. NER. And to you, shepherd. DOR. Daphnis, am not I Worthy to have a share in your salute? DAPH. How can I give thee part of that, whereof I have no share myself? DOR. If you would love There where you are belov'd again, you might Make your content such as you would yourself. DAPH. If you, Nerina, would vouchsafe to love Him that loves you, and ever will, you might Make your content such as you would yourself. NER. Shepherd, I oft have wish'd you not to trouble Me and yourself with words: I cannot love you. DAPH. As oft, Dorinda, have I spoke to you, To leave to trouble me: I cannot love you. DOR. Will you then slight my love because 'tis offer'd? DAPH. Will you then slight my love because 'tis offer'd? NER. Somebody else may love you, I cannot. DAPH. Somebody else may love you, I cannot. DOR. O cruel words, how they do pierce my heart! DAPH. O cruel words, how they do pierce my heart! NER. How can I help it, if your destiny Lead you to love where you may not obtain? DAPH. How can I help it, if your destiny Lead you to love where you may not obtain? DOR. It is not destiny that injures me; It is thy cruel will and marble heart. DAPH. It is not destiny that injures me; It is thy cruel will and marble heart. NER. No, Daphnis; 'tis not hardness of my heart, Nor any cruelty that causes this. DAPH. Then 'tis disdain of me. NER. Nor is it that: I do not see in Daphnis anything To cause disdain. DOR. Why do you not reply In those same words to me, malicious Echo? DAPH. I pray, leave me; I have other business now To trouble me; if you disdain me not, Fair nymph, as you pretend, receive my offer. NER. What's that? DAPH. My heart. DOR. I will, gentle Daphnis. DAPH. O importunity! NER. Give her thy heart. She has deserv'd it, for she loves thee Daphnis. DAPH. First, I would tear it piecemeal here before you. DOR. O me unfortunate! O cruel man! NER. Stay, good Dorinda, I'll go with thee; stay. DAPH. Let her go where she will; behold, sweet saint, This mirror here, the faithful representer Of that which I adore, your beauteous form; When you do see in that how lovely are Your looks, you will not blame my love.