Go, tend your herd, and kiss your cows at home; I am a maid, and in my beauty's bloom. DAPHNIS. 'Tis well remembered; do not waste your time, But wisely use it ere you pass your prime. CHLORIS. Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last, And raisins keep their luscious native taste. DAPHNIS. The sun's too hot; those olive shades are near; I fain would whisper something in your ear. CHLORIS. 'Tis honest talking where we may be seen; } God knows what secret mischief you may mean; } I doubt you'll play the wag, and kiss again. } DAPHNIS. At least beneath yon elm you need not fear; My pipe's in tune, if you're disposed to hear. CHLORIS. Play by yourself, I dare not venture thither; You, and your naughty pipe, go hang together. DAPHNIS. Coy nymph, beware, lest Venus you offend. CHLORIS. I shall have chaste Diana still to friend. DAPHNIS. You have a soul, and Cupid has a dart. CHLORIS. Diana will defend, or heal my heart. Nay, fie, what mean you in this open place? Unhand me, or I swear I'll scratch your face. Let go for shame; you make me mad for spite; My mouth's my own; and, if you kiss, I'll bite. DAPHNIS. Away with your dissembling female tricks; What, would you 'scape the fate of all your sex? CHLORIS. I swear, I'll keep my maidenhead till death, And die as pure as queen Elizabeth. DAPHNIS. Nay, mum for that; but let me lay thee down; Better with me, than with some nauseous clown. CHLORIS. I'd have you know, if I were so inclined, } I have been woo'd by many a wealthy hind; } But never found a husband to my mind. } DAPHNIS. But they are absent all; and I am here. } } CHLORIS. } } The matrimonial yoke is hard to bear, } And marriage is a woeful word to hear. } DAPHNIS. A scarecrow, set to frighten fools away; Marriage has joys, and you shall have assay. CHLORIS. Sour sauce is often mixed with our delight; You kick by day more than you kiss by night. DAPHNIS. Sham stories all; but say the worst you can, A very wife fears neither God nor man. CHLORIS. But child-birth is, they say, a deadly pain; It costs at least a month to knit again. DAPHNIS. Diana cures the wounds Lucina made; Your goddess is a midwife by her trade. CHLORIS. But I shall spoil my beauty, if I bear. DAPHNIS. But Mam and Dad are pretty names to hear. CHLORIS.