NER. If I refuse it, My father will be angry. [_Aside._] Let me see it. Here, take thy glass again: what ails my head? I know not where I am, it is so giddy: And something like a drowsiness has seiz'd My vital spirits. DAPH. How do you, love? NER. Heavy o' th' sudden; I'll go home and sleep. DAPH. So, let her go, and let this work awhile. She cast an eye upon me as she went, That by its languishing did seem to say, Daphnis, I'm thine; thou hast o'ercome at last. Alcon, th' hast made me happy by thy art [_Exeunt._ ACTUS III, SCENA I. SYLVIA, DELIA. Q. _Tell me what you think on earth_ _The greatest bliss?_ A. _Riches, honour, and high birth_. Q. _Ah! what is this?_ _If love be banished the heart,_ _The joy of Nature, not of Art?_ 2. _What's honour worth or high descent?_ _Or ample wealth,_ _If cares do breed us discontent,_ _Or want of health?_ A. _It is the order of the Fates,_ _That these should wait on highest states._ 3. CHORUS. _Love only does our souls refine,_ _And by his skill_ _Turns human things into divine,_ _And guides our will._ _Then let us of his praises sing:_ _Of love, that sweetens everything._ DEL. Madam, you're overheard. SYL. I care not, Delia. Although my liberty and free discourse Be here denied me, yet the air is common: To it, then, will I utter my complaints, Or to thee, friend, to whom my love will dare To show the secrets of my heart; for others I do not care nor fear, so thou be faithful. DEL. Madam, I have no life, but what I wish May be employ'd to do your beauty's service; My tongue is rul'd by yours: what you would have It speak, it shall; else further than my thoughts Nothing shall venture that you leave to me: And those my thoughts I'll keep to such restraint, As they shall never come within my dreams, Lest they betray your counsels. This I vow Religiously by---- SYL. Hold, I will not Have thee to swear, nor would I thou shouldst think That I so much suspect thee, as to urge An oath; I know thou hast too much of goodness, That's bred within thee, to betray a trust: And therefore, without further circumstance, I'll let thee know my fortunes, part of which I'm sure th' hast heard already. DEL. Madam, I have, And wish'd that they had sorted to your wishes. SYL. I thank thee, Delia; but my evil genius, That has pursu'd my innocence with hate, Brought me from thence, where I had set my heart, Unto this cursed Court which, though it be My place of birth and breeding, I do find Nothing but torment and affliction in it.