Song.

SONG.

Damon.

CEase, fair Calistris, cease disdaining; 'Tis time to leave that useless Art: Your Shepherd's weary of complaining; Be kind, or he'll resume his Heart.

Calistris.

Damon, be gone; I hate complying; Go court some fond, believing Maid: I take more Pleasure in denying, Than in the Conquests I have made.

Damon.

Why, cruel Nymph, why, why so slighting? Is this the Treatment I must have? Were not your Beauty so inviting, I wou'd no longer be your Slave.

Calistris.

Damon, begon, I hate complying, Your Heart's not worth the having; Were there Ten thousand Shepherds dying, Not one were worth the saving.