SYL. They that think so are such as love excludes: Men full of age or foul deformity. No, Thyrsis, let not us profane that deity: Love is divine, the seed of everything, The cause why now we live, and all the world. THYR. Love is divine, for if religion Binds us to love, the gods, who never yet Reveal'd themselves in anything to us But their bright images, the fairest creatures Who are our daily objects; loving them, We exercise religion: let us not Be scrupulous or fear; the gods have care Of us and of our piety. SYL. But take heed: We cannot be too wary. Many things Oppose our wills; yet, if you think it fit, And this night's silence will so favour us, We'll go together: if we quit this country, It is no matter: all the world to me Will be Arcadia, if I may enjoy Thy company, my love. THYR. No, Sylvia-- Pardon me, dear, if still I call you so-- Enjoy your fortunes; think how much your honour Must suffer in this act! For me, I find, It is enough that I have ever lov'd you: Now let me, at the light of your bright eye, Burn like the bird whose fires renew her nest; I shall leave you behind me to the world, The Phoenix of true love and constancy: Nor is that bird more glorious in her flames, Than I shall be in mine, though they consume me. SYL. It must not be; for know, my dearest shepherd, I shall not tell one minute after thee; I find my soul so link'd to thine, that death Cannot divide us. THYR. What then shall we do? Shall we resolve to live thus, till we gaze Our eyes out first, and then lose all our senses In their succession? Shall we strive to leave Our souls breath'd forth upon each other's lips? Come, let us practise: this our envious fates Cannot deny us. _Enter_ CLEANDER. CLE. What a sight were this, To meet her father? This would make him mad Indeed, and execute his rage himself. Madam, your father's here! SYL. Ha, Delia! Cleander, is it thou? then I'm betray'd The second time; but must thy fortune make thee The instrument of my undoing still? CLE. Shepherd, I will not honour thee so much As to inquire thy name: thou hast done that Thou wilt pay dear for, and I hope thy death Will take away the blot of this disgrace Th' hast laid upon the princess.