AMYNTAS.
9
DAPHNE.
Thou supercilious girl! yet prithee tell me;
Art thou determined to accept no lover?
Thou supercilious girl! yet prithee tell me;
Art thou determined to accept no lover?
SYLVIA.
Whoe'er should make the proffer, I'd reject him;
I'd deem him a betrayer; one who lay
In artful, flowery ambush for my honour.
Such you call lovers; I call deadly foes.
Whoe'er should make the proffer, I'd reject him;
I'd deem him a betrayer; one who lay
In artful, flowery ambush for my honour.
Such you call lovers; I call deadly foes.
DAPHNE.
The mild creation contradicts thy spleen.
Yonder the sheep are grazing, harmless race!
And if we knew not their innoxious life,
Their very bleat bespeaks their innocence.
Say does the ram conspire against his ewe?
Does his breast harbour any black design?
The lordly bull, so dreadful in his wrath,
Whose roar, and levelled head, and pawing hoof,
Wither the stoutest mortal with affright,
Is to his heifer mild; to her he shows
No rougher treatment than his clumsy love.
The mild creation contradicts thy spleen.
Yonder the sheep are grazing, harmless race!
And if we knew not their innoxious life,
Their very bleat bespeaks their innocence.
Say does the ram conspire against his ewe?
Does his breast harbour any black design?
The lordly bull, so dreadful in his wrath,
Whose roar, and levelled head, and pawing hoof,
Wither the stoutest mortal with affright,
Is to his heifer mild; to her he shows
No rougher treatment than his clumsy love.
Dost
