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ACT I.
SCENE I.
Daphne, Sylvia.
Daphne.
SYlvia, will you still persist
In this strange disgust of Love?
Will you still refuse to hear
Our Shepherds sighs, and scorn their tears?
But if sighs end tears in vain
Attempt to move your cruel heart,
Methinks the hopes that you might have
To see a lovely Infant smile,
And call you Mother, should succeed:
Change, foolish Creature, change your thoughts,
And be not constant to a Crime.
Sylvia.
Let others, if they please, be mov'd
With sighs and tears, and take delight
To play with Love: I'll never quit
The Forests, never leave the Chace,
Whilst Beasts of prey are to be found.
I'll range the Woods, I'll scour the Plains,
And with my Bow and Quiver find
A better way to nobler sport.
Daphne.
Dull sport, and an insipid life
You Sylvia, stubborn as thou art,
Will think so too, when you begin
To taste the sweets of Love.
'So the first people, who possest
'In Innocence the Infant World,
'Fed on Acorns, and when dry
'Drank the Waters of the Brook:
'Beasts only now on Acorns seed,
'And drink the Waters of the Brook: