DAPH. For heaven's sake, Call not that wicked deed to my remembrance. I do repent me that I e'er begun it: I would not for a world have ended it: Nerina's chaste and fair, and I a villain. Leave me, I pray; for something tells me you Did first advise me to this damned act. ALC. Nay, if you prize my friendship at this rate, I'll leave you to your penance. [_Exit._ DAPH. This old man Is full of malice; nothing troubles him. The ills that he has done fly from his thoughts, And he rejoices that he did them quaintly; I have begun my youth as if I meant To have my age so punish'd as his is. _Enter_ DORINDA. Who's this? Dorinda! I have done her wrong: I sued for love to her first, which obtain'd, I stuck disgraces on her; let me ask Forgiveness now, for 'twere too much to hope That she should love one stain'd with such a deed As I have done, so foul and impious. DOR. Great love, if yet thou art not satisfied With all the wrongs I have sustain'd for thee; My blood, I hope, thy anger will appease, Which thou may'st glut thyself with. DAPH. Gentle nymph. DOR. I've been too gentle, do not mock me with't: O Daphnis! is it you? This is not well To mock me thus; your looks, when arm'd with frowns, Gave not my heart so deep a wound as this. DAPH. I mean no scorn; I come to ask your pardon For what I've done already, not to heap More sins upon my head. DOR. 'Tis very strange. DAPH. But true, Dorinda; will you spit upon me? Take your revenge, for I have well deserv'd it. DOR. But is this serious, Daphnis? O, take heed, Crack not my heart with such a load of grief And scorn, so press'd as this is: if you do, The gods will punish it; for though they have Neglected me thus long, they will revenge Such injuries as these. DAPH. My many ills Discredit my repentance: if my words Can find no faith with you, believe my tears: Indeed they are not feign'd. DOR. Even so you look'd When first you stole my heart: but I forgive you, Whate'er become of me, I still must love you. DAPH. Forgive me first, and then I will begin By my endeavours and true services To deserve something of you, if not love. DOR. There is not that hard-heartedness in man Which I did think, for he repents, I see. O Daphnis! if thou mean'st not this as scorn, Take me into thine arms, and I will be Thy slave. DAPH. O, say not so; let me Rather be thine; it will be pride in me To be ambitious of it. DOR. O my heart! What sudden joy thou strik'st into it now! But yet methinks I fear thou dost not love me.