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Manent SILVIO, DORINDA.
Sil.
(IN fine, th'ast got no harm.) Now let me see
Where is this Doe which thou hast promis'd me.
Dor.
Alive or dead woul'dst have her?
Sil.
Strange demand!
Alive after the Dog hath kil'd her?
Dor.
And
If the Dog kild her not?
Sil.
Alive is she?
Dor.
Alive.
Sil.
The deerer then the prey to me:
And had my deer Melampo so much art
As not to hurt her?
Dor.
Onely in the heart
She had a little prick.
Sil.
Either th'art mad,
Dorinda, or dost mock me. If shee had
A prick i'th' heart, how can she live?
Dor.
The Doe
I speak of, I am, cruell Silvio:
Hurt by thee, without being hunted; Take me,
I am alive; but dead, if thou forsake me.
Sil.
Is this that Doe? that prey?
Dor.
Ev'n this: why now
Art thou so discontented? Dost not thou
Love a Nymph better then a beast?
Sil.
My hate
Thou art, brute, lyar, vile, importunate.
Dor.
Is this the guerdon, cruell Silvio?