_The Maiden_. Boast not, little satyr, for kisses they call an empty favour. _Daphnis_. Nay, even in empty kisses there is a sweet delight. _The Maiden_. I wash my lips, I blow away from me thy kisses! _Daphnis_. Dost thou wash thy lips? Then give me them again to kiss! _The Maiden_. ’Tis for thee to caress thy kine, not a maiden unwed. _Daphnis_. Boast not, for swiftly thy youth flits by thee, like a dream. _The Maiden_. The grapes turn to raisins, not wholly will the dry rose perish. _Daphnis_. Come hither, beneath the wild olives, that I may tell thee a tale. _The Maiden_. I will not come; ay, ere now with a sweet tale didst thou beguile me. _Daphnis_. Come hither, beneath the elms, to listen to my pipe! _The Maiden_. Nay, please thyself, no woful tune delights me. _Daphnis_. Ah maiden, see that thou too shun the anger of the Paphian. _The Maiden_. Good-bye to the Paphian, let Artemis only be friendly! _Daphnis_. Say not so, lest she smite thee, and thou fall into a trap whence there is no escape. _The Maiden_. Let her smite an she will; Artemis again would be my defender. Lay no hand on me; nay, if thou do more, and touch me with thy lips, I will bite thee. {148} _Daphnis_. From Love thou dost not flee, whom never yet maiden fled. _The Maiden_. Escape him, by Pan, I do, but thou dost ever bear his yoke. _Daphnis_. This is ever my fear lest he even give thee to a meaner man. _The Maiden_. Many have been my wooers, but none has won my heart. _Daphnis_. Yea I, out of many chosen, come here thy wooer. _The Maiden_. Dear love, what can I do? Marriage has much annoy. _Daphnis_. Nor pain nor sorrow has marriage, but mirth and dancing. _The Maiden_. Ay, but they say that women dread their lords. _Daphnis_. Nay, rather they always rule them,—whom do women fear? _The Maiden_. Travail I dread, and sharp is the shaft of Eilithyia. _Daphnis_. But thy queen is Artemis, that lightens labour. _The Maiden_. But I fear childbirth, lest, perchance, I lose my beauty. _Daphnis_. Nay, if thou bearest dear children thou wilt see the light revive in thy sons. _The Maiden_. And what wedding gift dost thou bring me if I consent? _Daphnis_. My whole flock, all my groves, and all my pasture land shall be thine. _The Maiden_. Swear that thou wilt not win me, and then depart and leave me forlorn. _Daphnis_. So help me Pan I would not leave thee, didst thou even choose to banish me! _The Maiden_. Dost thou build me bowers, and a house, and folds for flocks? _Daphnis_. Yea, bowers I build thee, the flocks I tend are fair. _The Maiden_. But to my grey old father, what tale, ah what, shall I tell? _Daphnis_. He will approve thy wedlock when he has heard my name. _The Maiden_. Prithee, tell me that name of thine; in a name there is often delight. _Daphnis_. Daphnis am I, Lycidas is my father, and Nomaea is my mother. _The Maiden_. Thou comest of men well-born, but there I am thy match.