ALC. Have patience, and you shall: the glass, you see, Of this rare mirror which I gave you, is Made of a Memphian stone, that has the power To bring a deadly sleep on all the senses: With it, to make th' effects more strong, is mingled The quintessence, extracted in a limbec, Of the torpedo, which has such a quality That if the fisher touch it with his hook, A poison straight will creep through all his veins, Till it benumb his senses. This compounded, And made into a glassy metal, soon Reflects upon the eyes of him that looks in't A sleepy poison, which will stupefy The vital parts. Yet he that gave it me Taught me the cordial water which he us'd To restore spirits and heat unto those vitals; And I have brought it with me for our purpose. What have I wrong'd you now? Or is my present Worthy the thanks you give me? DAPH. Yet you were To blame, that you'd not tell me this, before I gave it her. ALC. In that I show'd my love; For I did fear your resolution, Though I were certain of recovering her. DAPH. And what must now be done? ALC. Here, where you found me, I saw her laid, and buried in the clothes She wont to wear--her father so would have it. I waited on the funeral with purpose To see the stone laid hollow on her grave, For fear of hurting her. DAPH. It was well done. ALC. Here I'll apply my medicine; you shall see Whether I lie or no. DAPH. Let's lose no time. I long to see my love alive again. ALC. Then help to lift this stone; see where she lies-- The same Nerina? DAPH. She is dead, I see. ALC. Love is still full of fears: give me the water. DAPH. Here: but take heed it do not spoil her face. ALC. If she be dead, you need not fear the change Of any colour. What a child is love! DAPH. The gods, I see, will not let beauty die. She breathes--she stirs--her eyes begin to open As after sleep. O miracle! ALC. How now? Is she alive? Will you believe your sense? Now I have put her in your hands, be sure You do not let her go, and lose no time. If you give credit to her words, you're lost. What cannot women's words and flatteries Effect with simple lovers? Think on that. Be confident: I'll leave you to your fate. NER. Ye gods, where am I now? What place is this? What light is this I see? Are the same things Seen in this new world as they are in th' other? Or in the grave do men see waters, trees, As I do now, and all things, as I liv'd? But (sure) I live still. If I do, why then Was I here buried amongst these flowers? Sure, I am dead; but yet I walk and speak, And I have heard that those who once are dead Can never use their voice or action. But who is this I see here? Daphnis, ha! Are you dead too, as well as I?