A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
DAPH. No, sweet;
I live to be the servant of Nerina.
NER. Ay, so said Hylas, whilst I liv'd with him.
DAPH. She thinks of Hylas still: what shall I do?
NER. But tell me, Daphnis, in what place am I?
DAPH. In Daphnis' heart you live, and ever did.
NER. And so said Hylas, when we liv'd together.
DAPH. O gods, again! Nerina, think not on him;
You must love me.
NER. Must they in this new world,
As they have chang'd their lives, so change their loves?
I never shall do that.
DAPH. You are deceiv'd:
You are not dead.
NER. Not dead? How came I hither then?
DAPH. By my device to keep me company.
NER. But will you not declare how I came hither?
DAPH. Ask me not that; but go along with me.
NER. Stay, shepherd, whither would you have me go?
DAPH. Where love and silence shall befriend us best.
NER. But tell me, Daphnis, was not I once dead?
DAPH. You were; but I, your servant, chang'd that death
Into a sleep.
NER. I know not what you mean:
Can you change death into a sleep?
DAPH. I can,
And did for love of you.
NER. This is a riddle:
Pray let me know what you do mean by it?
DAPH. Come with me, and you shall.
NER. Nay, tell me first.
DAPH. Then know, fair shepherdess, that when I saw
My love, my services, my gifts, my vows,
Did all return to me without your love,
I had recourse unto this artifice:
A pleasant one of love's invention,
Which you may well remember.
NER. What was that?
DAPH. I did present you with a looking-glass.
NER. You did, but what of that?
DAPH. Nothing at all.
Pray, go this way with me.
NER. But tell me first.
DAPH. That cast you into this deep lethargy:
Such was the magic of it.
NER. To what purpose
Did you do this?
DAPH. To make you mine.
NER. Yours, Daphnis?
How could you hope that without my consent?
DAPH. My services, I thought, would merit it;
Besides, the world, not dreaming but you were
Dead and here buried, we two might live
Together, without being known to any.
NER. But could you practise tricks on those you love?
Now you are paid with your own artifice:
For know, there's none that can dispose of me
But Hylas, who has long preserv'd my heart;
And now my father, whom I did resolve
For ever to obey, has made him mine
By giving his consent, which had not been
But for this trick of yours.
DAPH. Why then it seems
You do not love me?
NER. Love you! Know, I had
Rather embrace my death again than thee.
DAPH. Then 'tis no time to dally: come along,
Or I will force you.
NER. Help me, shepherds, help!
DAPH. Fool! stop your mouth, no human help shall save thee.
_Enter_ HYLAS.
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