Part 17 (1/2)

Oh! the horror!

CYNTHIA.

Oh! the anguis.h.!.+ [Exeunt Cynthia and Nisida.]

ESCARPIN.

Mad with jealousy and rage Have the tuneful twain departed.

DARIA (aside).

Chastis.e.m.e.nts for due offences Do not fright me, do not startle, For if they through arrogance And ambition sought this garden, Me the wors.h.i.+p of the G.o.ds Here has led, and so I 'm guarded 'Gainst all sorceries whatsoever, 'Gainst all forms of Christian magic:-- Art thou then Chrysanthus?

CHRYSANTHUS.

Yes.

DARIA.

Not confused or troubled, rather With a certain fear I see thee, For which I have grounds most ample.

CHRYSANTHUS.

Why?

DARIA.

Because I thought thou wert One who in a darksome cavern Died to show thy love for me.

CHRYSANTHUS.

I have yet been not so happy As to have a chance, Daria, Of thus proving my attachment.

DARIA.

Be that so, I 've come to seek thee, Confident, completely sanguine, That I have the power to conquer, I alone, thy pains, thy anguish; Though against me thou shouldst use The Christian armoury--enchantments.

CHRYSANTHUS.

That thou hast alone the power To subdue the pains that wrack me, I admit it; but in what Thou hast said of Christian magic I, Daria, must deny it.

DARIA.

How? from what cause else could happen The effects I just have witnessed?

CHRYSANTHUS.

Miracles they are and marvels.

DARIA.

Why do they affect not me?

CHRYSANTHUS.

'T is because I do not ask them Against thee; because from aiding Not myself, no aid is granted.

DARIA.

Then I come here to undo them.

CHRYSANTHUS.