IDYL XXVII. DAPHNIS AND CHLOE. CHLOE. A COWHERD with chaste Helen ran away. DAPHNIS. This Helen here was kist by one to-day. CHLOE. Boast not they say there's nothing in a kiss. DAPHNIS. But in mere kissing is some touch of bliss. CHLOE. I wipe my mouth-and off thy kiss is ta'en. DAPHNIS. Wipe you your mouth? then let me kiss again. X CHLOE. Calves, not a maid, to kiss doth you beseem DAPHNIS. Boast not thy youth is flying like a dream. CHLOE. Ripe grapes are raisins, and dry roses sweet. DAPHNIS. Come to yon olives: I would fain repeat CHLOE. I will not you deceived me once indeed. DAPHNIS. Come to yon elms, and hear me play my reed. CHLOE. Play to yourself: naught wretched pleases me. DAPHNIS. Take heed the Paphian will be wroth with thee. CHLOE. A fig for her, if Artemis be kind. DAPHNIS. Hush! lest she smite you and for ever bind. By Pan I fly him he doth ever drive you. DAPHNIS. I fear that Love to some worse man may give you. CHLOE. What can I do? marriage brings only care. DAPHNIS. Not pain, nor grief, but joys which sweetest arė. CHLOE. They say that women fear their wedded dears. DAPHNIS. They rule them rather: show me one that fears. CHLOE. Lucina's bolt-the child-bed pang I dread. DAPHNIS. Thy sovran, Artemis, puts wives to bed. CHLOE. Child-bearing will my fine complexion blight. DAPHNIS. Thy children will become thy bloom and light. |