DAPHNIS & CHLOE 
 
By LONGUS Translated out of Greek by GEORGE THORNLEY Anno. 1657 



Daphnis and Chloe 
A Most Sweet, and Pleasant Pastorall ROMANCE for Young Ladies. 
By Geo: Thornley, Gent 

Humili Casd nihil antiquius, nihil nobilius Sen. Philos. 

London, Printed for John Carfeild, at the Sign of the Rolling Presse 
for Pictures near the Royal Exchange in Cornhill, over against Popes-
Head-Alley, 1657. 



THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY 
To Young Beauties 
THIS little, pleasant Laundschip of Love, by its own destiny and 
mine, belongs moat properly to your fair eyes, and hands, and happier 
laps. And then, who would not lay his legge over a book; although 
that, sometimes, has been the complaint of a Schollar's solitude? But 
hold! There is nothing here to that purpose, but what Lycænium taught 
her Schollar in the Wood: Here Cupid is a Shepherd: Pan, a Souldier: 
Chloe, a maid, of whom Love would write a storie: a Youth, the 
Darling of the Nymphs: Love caught robbing an Orchard; and his own 
Herald from a Myrtle Grove. Here are Pipes that drown Pirats; others 
reduceing a Captive maid; paaorall Festivalls, and Games. The 
ceremonies, customes, and manners of the ancient Greekes; with a 
delightfull interspersion of their old and sweet Tales: And in short; 
nothing to vex you, unlesse perchance, in your own conscience. Chloe 
knew well enough (though the Author makes her simple) what, and 
where, her Fancie was; and Daphnis too, needed not Lvcænium's 
Lanthorn to a plakit, or to follow Will with the wispe. But hark you 
Lady; and I will tell you a storie; one I had at a Tavern vesper; a 
Dialogue from a Summer shade. A boy, and a Girle were gott thither 
together: The boy opened his shop, and drew out all a young beginner 
had to show: The Girle askt him, what it was: The boy said, It was 
his purse: the Girlie looked upon her selfe; And, if that be thy 
purse; Then (quoth she) my purse is curt. And these are parallells to 
the simple ruralls here. But what say you to that Tradition of the 
Hebrewes; That a very wise man, knew not the way of a Serpent upon a 
Rock, nor of a young man with a maid? And those that say, Nicaula 
Sabæa had like to have puzzled him quite, with Boyes and Girles in 
the same dresse, but that he made them wash before him, and found out 
(as you do) all the Boyes, by a stronger kind of rubbing. But 
besides; it is so like your owne either simplicitie, or Art, you 
cannot but approve it here. You do not know what we meane, when we 
speak as plain as day. And now you have an Author too (which you 
never had before) to prove you do not counterfeit; The sophist in his 
third book; a man of great Authoritie; a Magistrate among the maids. 
For this, I have deserved a kisse of every sweet ingenious Girle; and 
if I find that this book lyes nearer to you, then the other Romances 
do, those of the affected twirling tongue; I shall trie, either to 
find, or ideate, somewhat for you, that for its various invention, 
intertexture, and the style; shall be composed, examin'd, and sent to 
your hands, by the test of Musick, beautie, Pleasure, and Love. 

Your loving Servant, GEO. THORNLEY. 



TO THE CRITICALL READER 
THE Pastorals of Longus Sophista, to my knowledge have bin signed 
with the Youthful Emeralds of some of our own, most excellent, 
sparky, astrall Wits. But Those have kept within their own Ingenious, 
quiet Cortina, and have not come abroad by their Pens; and therefore 
I shall give you Testimonies to the Drama in hand, as from the 
Laureats of other Countreys. Angelus Politian an Eloquent Italian, in 
his Books of Miscellanies: Quatuor (sayes he) extant Græcè nimis quàm 
Libelli elegantes, Pæmenicaton Titulo. There are extant in the Greek 
four very spruce Books under the Title of Pœcemenica, and I am sure 
he meant These, for that's the Title to the Four; and there are no 
other Extant. Other Erotic Writers indeed there are; Aristinœtus, 
Achilles Tatius, Heliodorus, Eustathius, or Eumathius, as others call 
him; but not under that Title. Longi liber lectu Dignissimus; and 
again, Dulcissimus ac Suavissimus Scriptor, is the language Maretus 
gives him. Longus his Book is very well worth reading: A most sweet, 
and pleasant Writer. And now for him speaks the Tripos of the World; 
so the Criticks call their Joseph Scaliger; and indeed in my 
Judgment, he has hit him to a hair: Auctor est Amænissimus, et 
Character eo melior, quo Simplicior. He is an Author pleasant as the 
Spring: pleasant as Groves, Launs, Hills, Vales, Eccho's, soft winds; 
and his style, or Character, so much the better, by how much the more 
Simple, and rurall. Heinsius too gives him the Venus. Longo Sophista 
Nil Venustius. And besides these, the Patriarch Photius, very well 
might be cited hither too, to the Assertion of the Book, where he 
speaks of the Greek Erotic Writers, though but to the generall; and 
gives a breviary of Antonius Diogenes his book, Of the wonderful, 
Incredible Things beyond Thule; and tell us, that That book was the 
Fountain of all Writings of this kind; but I had rather (if an 
Ingenuous man, when he has satisfied himself, may speak what he 
thinks of his own Work) close up this discourse with our Author's own 
words: τέτταραç ßÍßλυç Ɛ+̀ξεπυησάμηυ, AυάΘημα μευ 'Eρωτι,
καί NὺμΆαιç, IIάυι; κτήμα δέ τερπυȯυ πασιυ ἀυΘρώπȯιç

I drew up these four Books; A Perpetual Oblation to Love; In 
Everlasting Anathema, Sacred to Pan, and the Nymphs; and, A 
Delightfull Possession even for all. But here comes a Snapdragon 
Objection from a Poetaster in the way; and he would spoil our Poetry, 
as Prophetasters do Theologie. These Books (sayes he) are handsome in 
the Greek, but in our Saxon (make the best) it cannot be. Our 
Pastorall Doricque (Sir) has shewn it self in verse, and prose, fine 
as Arcadian Holy-dayes,. . . But there is another ftill. To imagine 
Children exposed, (the very basis of the book) is not at all for this 
Age, an Age wiser far then that. It may be so; For Æsculapius had 
always a great beard, though his Father Apollo never had any. Did you 
never leave any your self to Saint Antholin's or Greggs? Then read 
the Stories of the East and South, and you shall find many Children, 
both exposed, and Fortunate. This. . . . enough to face the Cuffs of 
this Book; and make me laugh in me sleeve if any man require more. 

Yours to serve you, GEO: THORNLEY. 




Upon the Most Ancient and Elegant Poem of Daphnis and Chloe, 
accurately and deliciously rendered by his Learned Friend Mr. George 
Thornley. 

To the Reader 
As flesh and Fish and Plants thy Body feed,
(Gentle Sweet Reader) so thy Mind has need,
With Speakings, Writings, Printings to be fed,
And fresh-suggested Notions nourished. 

And as our Rabbies of severest brow,
Not only food to keep thee live, allow,
But to delight thee many daintie dishes,
Of Flesh and Fruit, or Pastorall and Fishes,
By Art compos'd; So, that thou have, 'tis fit,
Custards, Tarts, Puf-pasts, Florentines of wit,
For to refresh the Palate of thy mind, 
And to divert those rugged cares that grind
And fret thy Heart and overtire thy Braine;
Mingling delight (as Cato bids) with Paine.
See here, of Græcian Turtle Dovesa paire,
Dish't up in White-Broath, by the witty care
Of learned Longus, and our Thornlyes Art;
Whose Alchemie is able to convert
The Græcian Silver into English Gold,
And all the Elegancies to unfold,
Of that sweet language. Come and sit awhile,
And let these innocent Lovers make thee smile.
R. W. 

Upon the Author 
Ofter the Scaligers and Heinsius name,
Aur Critick-Cæsars, who can raise thy fame,
Great Sophist ? unlesse Colledges, and the Pen
Of all our best new University men,
If yet in all their Libraries there be
So much of the Arts left as to praise thee.
Let them their Aristotle himself rehearse,
And prove thy worth by Syllogisms in verse;
And then Conclude, None truly can declare
The Sophists praise but the great Sophister. JAMES WRIGHT. 


Upon the Translator 
You're prodigal, Sir, and give more then our due;
For you translate Longus and Lesbos too:
That Island's now turnd English, and we see
Greek Mitylene made of London free;
Both Citties speat one Language, and our stock
Of sheep first sure were brought from Chloes Flock.
For when I see the Lesbian Dorick Fleece
Spun to so fine an English thred from Greece;
I straight conclude, The Sheep, the Wool's the same.
And differ not in goodnesse but in name.
Only I with Lycamium and her Goose
Had still spoke Greek; and not her selfe prov'd loose,
And publike too: For sure a dimme eye may,
See through her thick dark Grove too much of day;
And I, who yet am young, thus censure can,
The Book thee Scholar speaks, the Grove a man.
JAMES WRIGHT. 


A Summary of the First Book 
THE Sophist sees a picture of curious Interpretation in the Island 
Lesbos. And he describes it in four Books. The Situation of Mitylene 
(the Scene of the Story,) is drawn. Lamo a Goat-herd following a Goat 
that neglected her kid, finds an Infant-boy Exposed, with fine 
Accoutrements about him, takes him away, keeps him, and names him 
Daphnis. Two years after, Dryas a Shepherd, looking for a sheep of 
his, found in the Cave of the Nymphs a Girle of the very same 
fortune; brings her up, and calls her Chloe. Dryas and Lamo, warned 
by dreams, send forth the Exposed children together, to keep their 
flocks. They are joyfull, and play away their time. Daphnis running 
after a hee-goat, falls unawares together with him into a Trapditch 
made for a Wolf: but is drawn up alive, and well. Dorco the Herdsman 
asks of Dryas, Chloe for his wife; but all in vain. 

Therefore disguised in a Woolfs-skin, he thinks to seize her from a 
Thicket, and carry her away by force; but the flock-doggs fall upon 
him. 

Daphnis and Chloe are variously affected. Daphnis tells the Tale of 
the Stock-dove. The Tyrian Pyrats plunder the fields, and carry away 
Daphnis. Chloe not knowing what to do, runs up to Dorco, whom she 
finds a dying of his wounds; he gives her a Pipe of wonderful powers; 
she playes on it, and the Oxen and Cowes, that were carried away, 
turn over the Vessell; They and Daphnis swim to the Land, while the 
armed Pyrats drown. Then they bury poor Dorco, and return to their 
wonted game. 


DAPHNIS AND CHLOE 
THE FIRST BOOK 
WHEN I was hunting in Lesbos, I saw in the Grove of the Nymphs, a 
Spectacle, the most beauteous, and pleasing of any, that ever yet I 
cast my eyes upon. It was an Icon, or varied picture, reporting a 
History of Love. The Grove indeed was very pleasant, thick set with 
trees, and starr'd with flowers every where; and water'd all from one 
Fountain, with divers Mæanders and Rills. But that picture, as having 
in it, not onely an excellent, and wonderfull piece of Fortune, 
but also the Art of Ancient Love, was far more amiable. And therefore 
many foreigners enchanted by the fame of it, came as much to see 
that, as in devotion to the Nymphs. There were figured in it, young 
women in the posture of teeming their babes: there were others 
swaddling children that were exposed, children which by the destiny 
of the draught, did then tend their flocks of Sheep and Goats; there 
were many Shepherds slain; young men banded together; Incursions of 
Theeves; Impressions of Enemies; Inroads of armed men. When I had 
seen with admiration these, and many other Things, but all belonging 
to the sweet, or to the dangerous affairs of Love; I had a mighty 
Instigation to write something, as to answer that Picture. And 
therefore, when I had carefully sought, and found an Interpreter of 
the Image, I drew up these four Books; A Perpetuall Oblation to Love; 
an everlasting Anathema, Sacred to Pan and the Nymphs; and a 
Delightful Possession, even for all men. For this will cure him that 
is sick; and rouze him that is in dumps; one that has loved, it will 
remember of it; one that has not, it will instruct. For there was 
never any yet that wholly could escape Love, and never shall there be 
any: never, so long as beauty shall be; never, so long as eyes can 
see. -- But help me God to write with wisdom and proportion, the 
Passions, and wonderfull fortunes of others; and while I write of 
their Loves, keep me in my own right Wits. 

Mitylene is a City in Lesbos, and by ancient Titles of honour, it is 
the Great, and Fair Mitylene. For it is distinguisht, and divided 
(the Sea flowing in) by a various Euripus, and is adorn'd with many 
Bridges built of white and polisht Marble. You would not think you 
saw a City, but an Iland in an Iland. From this Mitylene some twenty 
furlongs, there lay a Mannor of a certain rich Lord, the most sweet 
and pleasant prospect under all the Eyes of Heaven. There were 
Mountains, stored with wild Beasts for Game; there were Hills, and 
Banks that were spread with Vines; the Fields abounded with all sorts 
of Corn; the Valleys with Orchards, and Gardens, and purles from the 
Hills; The Pastures with Sheep, and Goats, and Kine; the Sea billows 
dashed to the shore as it lay extended along in an open horizon, with 
a soft and glittering sand. In this sweet Countrey, the field and 
farm of Mitylene a Goat-herd dwelling, by name Lamo, found an Infant-
boy exposed; by such a chance (it seems) as this. There was a Laun, 
and in it a place of thick Groves, and many brakes, all lined with 
wand'ring Ivie, the inner ground furred over with a finer sort of 
grasse, and on that the Infant lay. A Goat coming often hither, 
neglecting still her own Kid, to attend the wretched child. Lamo 
observes her frequent outs and Discursations, and pittying that the 
Kid should be so forsaken, follows her even at high-noon; and anon he 
sees the Goat walking carefully about the child, holding up, and 
setting down her feet softly, lest she should chance to tread upon 
it, or to hurt it with her hooves; and the Infant drawing milk as 
from the breast of a kind mother. And wondering at it, (as well he 
might) he comes nearer, and finds it a manchild, a lusty boy, and 
beautifull; with pretious accoutrements about him, the monuments and 
admonitions of a secret noble Stem. His mantle, or little Cloak was 
purple, fastened with a Golden button; and by his side, a little 
dagger, the handle polisht Ivory. He thought at first to take away 
the fine Things, and take no thought about the child. But afterwards 
conceiving shame within himself if he should not imitate the 
kindnesse and philanthropy that he had seen in that Goat, waiting 
till the night came on, he brings all to Myrtale his Wife, the boy, 
his pretious Trinkets, and the Goats. But Myrtale all amazed at This, 
What (quoth she) do Goats cast boyes? Then he fell to tell her all; 
namely, how he had found him Exposed; how suckled, how overcome by 
meer shame he could not leave the sweet child to dye in that forsaken 
thicket. And therefore when he discerned Myrtale was of his mind, the 
things exposed together with him, are laid up carefully and hid; they 
say the boy's their own child, and put him to the Goat to nurse. And 
that his name might be indeed a Shepherds name, they agreed to call 
him Daphnis. And now when two years time was past, a shepherd of the 
neighbouring fields, had the luck to see such sights and find such 
rarities as Lamo did. There was a Nymphæum, a solitary, sacred Cave 
of the Nymphs, a huge rock, hollow and vaulted within, but round 
without. The Statues, or Images of the Nymphs were cut out most 
curiously in stone, barefooted, and bare-legg'd; their arms naked up 
to the shoulders; all their hair loose and playing carelessly, their 
eyes and lips smiting the Mœdiama, the proper sweetnesse of the 
Nymphs; their vests, and lawnie-petticoats tied, and tuckt up at the 
waste. The whole presence made a figure as of a divine ammusing 
Dance, or Masque. The mouth, and sieling of the Cave reacht the midst 
of that great rock. And from below out of the Chasme, gusht a strong 
Chrystal Fountain into a fair current or brook, and made before the 
holy Cave, a fresh green, and flowery Mead. There were hanged up, and 
consecrated there, the milking-pailes of fair Maids; Shepherds-pipes, 
ho-boyes, whistles, and reeds, the Gifts and Anathema's of the 
ancient Shepherds. To this Cave the often gadding of an Ewe, made the 
Shepherd often think, that she undoubtedly was lost. Desiring 
therefore to correct the straggler, and reduce her to her rule; of a 
green With, he made a snare, and lookt to catch her in the Cave. But 
when he came there, he saw things he never dreamed of. For he saw her 
giving suck from her duggs in a very humane manner; and an Infant, 
without crying, greedily to lay, first to one dugge, then the 
t'other, a most neat and fair mouth: for when the Child had suckt 
enough, the careful Nurse lickt it still, and trimmed it up. That 
Infant was a Girle, and in such manner as before, was trickt and 
harnessed out with fine and rich advertisements of her origin and 
Extraction: on her head she wore a Mitre embroider'd with Gold; her 
shoes were Gilded; her blankets and Mantle cloth of Gold. Wherefore 
Dryas thinking with himself that this could not come about without 
the providence of the Gods, and learning mercy from the Sheep, takes 
her up into his arms, puts her Monuments into his Scrip, and prayes 
to the Nymphs he may happily preserve, and bring up, their Suppliant, 
and Votary. Now therefore when it was time to drive home his flocks, 
he comes to his Cottage, and tells all, that he had seen, to his 
Wife; shews her what he had found; bids her think she is her 
daughter; and however, nurse her up, though uncertain, though 
unknown. Nape, that was her name, began presently to be a Mother, and 
with a kind of Jealousie would appear to love the Child, lest that 
Ewe should get more praise; and all in haste gives her the pastoral 
Name of Chloe, to assure us, it's their own. These Infants, grew up 
apace, and still their beauty appeared too excellent to suit with 
rusticks, or derive at all from Clowns. And Daphnis now is fifteen, 
and Chloe younger two years. Upon a night Lamo and Dryas had their 
visions in their sleep. They thought they saw those Nymphs, the 
Goddesses of the Cave, out of which the Fountain gusht out into a 
stream; and where Dryas found Chloe; That they delivered Daphnis and 
Chloe to a certain young boy, very disdainfull, very fair; one that 
had wings at his shoulders, wore a bowe, and little darts; and that 
this boy did touch them both with the very self-same dart; and 
commanded it from thenceforth, one should feed his flock of Goats; 
the other keep her flock of sheep. This dream being dreamed by both, 
they could not but conceive grief, to think that Daphnis and Chloe 
should be nothing but Goat-herds like themselves, when they had read 
them better fortune from their Infant Swaddling cloaths; and for that 
cause, had both allowed them bolted bread, with a finer sort of meat, 
and bin at charge to teach them to read a ballad in the Lesbian 
Tongue; and whatsoever things were passing brave, among the rurall 
Swains and Girls. Yet neverthelesse it seemed fit, that the Mandats 
of the Gods concerning them, who by their providence were saved, 
should be attended, and obeyed. And having told their dreams to one 
another, and sacrificed in the cave of the Nymphs to that winged boy 
(for his name they knew not yet:) They set them out Shepherds with 
their flocks; and to every thing instructed: how to feed before high-
noon, and when the scorching Glare declined; when to drive their 
flocks to water; when to bring them to the folds; what cattell was 
disciplin'd with the Crook; what commanded by the Voice. And now this 
pretty pair of young Shepherds, are as jocund in themselves as if 
they had got some great Empire, while they sit looking over their 
goodly flocks; and with more than usual kindnesse, treated both the 
Sheep and Goats. For Chloe thankfully referred her preservation to a 
Sheep: and Daphnis had not forgot to acknowledge his to a Goat. 

It was the beginning of Spring, and all the flowers of the Launs, 
Meadowes, Valleyes, and Hills, were now blowing; all was fresh, and 
green, and odorous. The Bee's humming from the flowers, the Bird's 
warbling from the groves, the Lamb's skipping on the hills, were 
pleasant to the ear, and eye. And now when such a fragrancy had 
filled those blest and happy fields, both the old men and the young, 
would imitate the pleasant things they heard, and saw; and hearing 
how the birds did chant it, they began to carroll too; and seeing how 
the Lambs skipt, tript their light and nimble measures; then to 
emulate the Bees, they fall to cull the fairest flowers. Some of 
which in toysome sport they cast in one anothers bosoms, and of some 
plaited Garlands for the Nymphs. And always keeping near together, 
had, and did all things in common: for Daphnis often gathered in the 
straggling sheep; and Chloe often drove the bolder ventrous Goats 
from the crags, and precipices; and sometimes to one of them, the 
care of both the flocks was left, while the other did intend some 
pretty knack, or Toysome play. For all their sport, were sports of 
children, and of Shepherds. Chloe scudding up and down, and here and 
there picking up the windlestrawes; would make in plats, a Trap to 
catch a Grasshopper; and be so wholly bent on that, that she was 
carelesse of her flocks. Daphnis on the other side, having cut the 
slender reeds, and bored the quils, or intervals between the joynts, 
and with his soft wax joyned and fitted one to another; took no care 
but to practise, or devise some tune, even from morning, to the 
twilight. Their wine, and their milk, and whatever was brought from 
home to the fields, they had still in common. And a man might sooner 
see all the Cattel separate from one another, then he should Chloe 
and Daphnis, asunder. But while they are thus playing away their 
time, to sweeten pleasure, afterwards Love procures them these Cares: 
A Wolf that had a kennel of whelps, came often ravenous upon the 
fields, and bore away many cattel, because she needed much prey, to 
keep her self and those cubs. The Villagers therefore meet together, 
and in the night they dig a ditch of a propor-tinall Length, and 
Depth, and Breadth; the earth flung up they scatter all abroad at a 
good distance, by handfulls; and laying over-crosse the Chasm, long, 
dry, and rotten sticks, they strow them over with that earth which 
did remain: that if a Hare did but offer to run there, she could not 
choose but break those rods, that were as brittle as the stubble; and 
then would easily make it known, that that indeed was not true, but 
only Counterfeited Soil. Many such Trap-ditches were digg'd in the 
Mountains, and the fields; yet they could not take this Wolf, (for 
she could perceive the Sophi-stick, and commentitious ground:) but 
many of the Sheep and Goats were there destroyed; and there wanted 
but a little, that Daphnis too was not slain; and it was on this 
chance: Two he-goats were exasperated to fight, and the shock was 
furious. One of them, by the violence of the very first Butt, had one 
of his horns broke; upon the pain and grief of that, all in a fret 
and mighty chase, he betakes himself to flight: but the victor 
pursuing him close, would not let him take breath. Daphnis was vext 
to see the horn broke, and that kind of malepertnesse of the Goat; up 
he catches his club and pursues the pursuer. But, as it frequently 
happens when one hastes away as fast as possibly he can, and the 
other with ardency pursues; there was no certain prospect of the 
things before them, but into the Trapditch both fall, first the Goat, 
then Daphnis. And indeed it was only this that served to save poor 
Daphnis, that he flunder'd down to the bottome of the ditch a cock-
horse on the rough Goat. There in a lamentable case he lay, waiting, 
if perchance it might be some body to draw him out. Chloe seeing the 
accident, away she flyes to weep over Daphnis his grave, and found he 
was alive, though buried there, and calls for help to a herdsman of 
the adjoyning fields. When he was come, he bustled about for a long 
Cord: but finding none, Chloe in a tearing haste, pulls off her hair-
lace and her fillet, gives him them to let down; and standing on the 
pit brim, both began to draw and hale; and Daphnis holding fast by 
it, nimbly followed Chloe's line, and so ascended to the Top. They 
drew up too the wretched Goat, which now had both his horns broke (so 
fiercely did the revenge of the victor pursue him,) and they gave him 
to the herdsman as a reward of the rescue, and redemption of their 
lives. And if any body mist him at home, they would say it was the 
Invasion of the Wolf: and so returned to their Sheep and Goats. And 
when they had found that all were feeding orderly, according to the 
precepts of Lamo and Dryas; sitting down upon the Trunk of an Oak, 
they began curiously to search, whether he had hurt any limb in that 
terrible fall; but nothing was hurt, nothing bloodied; onely his 
head, his bosome, and some other parts, were durtied by the soil 
which covered over, and hid the Trap. And therefore they thought it 
best before the accident was made known to Lamo and Myrtale, that he 
should wash himself in the Cave of the Nymphs. And coming three 
together with Chloe, he gives her his Scrip, his Jacket, and his 
Shirt to hold while he washt. But it happened that in an Agonie that 
one kisse had cast him into, he fell to mutter with himself, such 
fancies as these. Whither, in the name of the Nymphs, will that kisse 
of Chloe drive me? Her lips are softer than Roses, and sweeter than 
the honeycombs of the Launs, and Meadowes; but her kisse stings like 
a Bee. I have often kist the young kids; I have kist a pretty 
whippet, the whelp of Melampo; and that Calf which Dorco gave me; but 
this kisse is a new thing. My heart leaps up to my lips; my spirit 
sparckles, and my soul melts; and yet I am mad to kisse her again. Oh 
what a mischievous Victory is this! Oh what a disease, whose name I 
know not! Did Chloe take poyson before she kist me? How then is she 
not dead? How sweetly sing the Nightingales, while my pipe hangs on 
yonder pine? How wantonly the Kids skip, and I lie still upon the 
ground? How sweetly do the flowers grow, and I neglect to make 
garlands? So it is, the Violet, Hyacinth, and the Cowslips flourish; 
but alas, Daphnis, Daphnis withers! And will it come at length to 
this, that Dorco shall appear hereafter handsomer then I to Chloe? 
These Passions and Complaints the good Daphnis felt, and murmured to 
himself, as now first beginning to taste of the works and language of 
Love. But Dorco the Herdsman observing when Dryas planted his Scyons 
near the palmits or spreading branches of the Vines, came to him with 
certain cheeses, and his wooing and wedding Pipes about him: the 
Cheeses he presented him withall, as one who had long been his 
acquaintance and friend, when he himself tended Cattel. And taking 
his rise from thence, he cast in words about the marrying of Chloe, 
and if he might have her to his Wife, promised many and great Gifts, 
according to the Estate of Herdsmen; a yoake of Oxen for the plough, 
four hives of Bees; fifty choyse young Appletrees; a good Bull-Hide 
to make Shooes; every year a weaned Calf: so that it wanted but a 
little, that, allured by these Gifts, Dryas did not promise Chloe. 
But when he had recollected himself, and found the Maid deserved a 
better husband; and likewise, that he had reason to fear, lest at any 
time being deprehended to have taken away the exposed Child, he 
should fall into a mischief, from which he could no way then escape; 
he desires to be excused, denyes the Marriage, rejects the Gifts. But 
Dorco falling from his hope, and losing his Cheeses, resolves with 
himself to lay his clutches upon Chloe, if ever he could catch her 
alone. And having observed, that every day, sometimes Daphnis, 
sometimes the Girle, drove the flocks to watering; he practised a 
Trick not unbecoming one that tended a herd of Cattel. He took the 
skin of a huge Wolf, which formerly the Bull, fighting for the herd, 
had killed with his horns, and flung it o're his back, and it dangled 
down to his feet; so that the fore-feet were drawn on his hands, the 
hinder, over his thighs to his heels; and the Gaping of the mouth 
covered his head, like the helmet of an armed man. When he was got 
into this Lycanthropy, as well as possibly he could; he makes to the 
Fountain where the flocks, after their feeding, used to drink. But 
that Fountain lay in a Bottom, and about it all the place, was rough 
with bushes, thorns, brakes, thistles, and the brush Juniper; so that 
indeed, a true Wolf might very well lye lurking there. Therefore when 
he had hid himself, he waited the time when the Cattel were driven 
thither to drink, and conceived no small hope, that in the habit of a 
Wolf (a beast that scares our voice away;) he should snap the poor 
Chloe. After a while she left Daphnis shaking down green leaves for 
the Goats, and drove her flocks down to the Fountain. But the flock-
dogs following Chloe, and barking at Dorco, who had moved himself and 
rusled in the brakes, because he perceived they were hot on the Sent; 
fell on him furiously as on a Wolf; and before he could wholly rise 
from the lurk, because of the suddain consternation, all-to-towsed 
the Wolf-Dorco, and gave him many a sharp nip. However, fearing lest 
he should be manifestly discovered, blamed, and shamed, guarding 
himself as he could, with the skin, he lay close and still in the 
thicket. But when Chloe was feared at the first sight of she knew not 
what, and cryed out to Daphnis for help; the doggs soon tore his 
vizard off, tattered the skin, and bit him soundly. Then he roared 
and cried out amain, and begged for help of Daphnis and Chloe. They 
rated off the doggs with their usual known recalls; and lead Dorco, 
who was torn in the shoulder and the Thigh to the Fountain, &c., 
where they found the doggs had left the print of their teeth. There 
sweet Chloe gently washt, and chewing in her mouth, the green ryne of 
the Elme, applyed it softly to his wounds. Now, because of their 
unskilfulnesse in amorous adventures, they thought Dorco's 
disguising, and hiding of himself, was nothing else but a Pastoral 
pranck, and were not at all moved at it; but endeavouring first, to 
cheer and erect him with the gentle language of pitty, and leading 
him by the hand some part of his way, they bid him farewell, and 
dismist him. 

But Daphnis and Chloe had much ado to get together, before it was 
late in the evening, their scattered, straggling Sheep and Goats. For 
they were terrified with the wolfs-skin, and the fierce barking, and 
baying of the dogs; and some ran up the steeps craggs; some ran on 
rucks, and hurried down to the Sea-shore: although they were taught, 
not only to obey the voice, and be quieted by the pipe, but to be 
driven up together, even by the clapping of the hands. But fear had 
cast in an oblivion of all: so that at length with much stirre, 
following their steps, like Hares by the foot; they drave them home 
to their own folds. That night alone Daphnis and Chloe slept soundly, 
and found, that weariness was some kind of remedy for the passion of 
Love. But as soon as the day appeared, they fell again to these fits. 
When they saw one another, they were passing joyful; and sad, if it 
chanced, that they were parted; in their grief they were voluntiers, 
and yet they knew not what they would have. Only this one thing they 
knew, that kissing had destroyed Daphnis, and bathing had undone 
Chloe. Now besides this, the season of the year inflamed and burnt 
them. For now the cooler spring was ended, and the Summer was ended, 
and the Autumn was come on, and all things were got to their highest 
flourishing akme and, vigour; the tree with their fruits, the fields 
with standing Corn. Sweet then, was the singing of the Grasshoppers; 
sweet was the odour of the fruits; and not unpleasant, the very 
bleating of the sheep. A man would have thought that the very rivers 
by their gentle gliding away, did sing; and that the softer gales of 
wind, did play, and whistle on the pines; that the Cattel, as 
languishing with love, lay down and slumbered on the ground; and that 
the Sun, as a lover of beauty, unvailed, did strive to undresse, and 
turn the ruralls all naked. By all these was Daphnis inflamed; and 
therefore often he goes to the Rivers and Brooks, there to bathe and 
cool himself, and often he drinks of the clear purls, as thinking by 
that, to quench his inward Caum, and scorching. When Chloe had spent 
much time, because the flyes were importune, and vexatious, to milk 
the Sheep, and the Goats, and to curdle, and presse it into smaller 
Cheeses; she washt her self, and crowned her head with pineboughes; 
and when she had girt her Kidskin about her, she took a piggin, and 
with wine and milk, she made a Sillibub for her dear Daphnis and 
herself. When it grew towards noon, they fell to their fascination, 
or catching of one another, by their eyes. For Chloe seeing Daphnis 
naked, thought she had fallen on the most sweet and florid beauty, 
and therefore could not choose but melt, as being not able to find in 
him the least moment to dislike or blame. Daphnis again if he saw 
Chloe in her Kidskin, and her Pine coronet, give him the Sillibub to 
drink, thought he saw one of the Nymphs, the fairest of the holy 
Cave. Therefore taking off her pine, he would put it on his own head; 
and when he had kist it o're and o're, set it upon hers again. And 
Chloe, when he was naked and bathing, would take up his vest, and 
when she kist it, put it on upon her self. Sometimes they flung 
apples at one another, sometimes they drest, and distinguisht one 
anothers hair, into curious trammels, and locks. And Chloe likened 
Daphnis his hair, to the Myrtle, because it was black: Daphnis again, 
because her face was white and ruddy, compared it to the fairest 
Apple. He taught her too, to play on the pipe, and always when she 
began to blow, would catch the pipe away from her lips, and run it 
presently o're with his: he seemed to teach her when she was out, but 
with that specious pretext, by the pipe, he kist Chloe. But it 
happened, when he played on his pipe at noon, and the Cattel took 
shade, that Chloe fell unawares asleep. Daphnis observed it, and laid 
down his Pipe; and without any shame or fear, was bold to view her 
all over, and every limb, insatiably; and withall, spoke softly thus: 

What sweet Eyes are those that sleep? How sweetly breathes that rosie 
mouth? The Apples smell not like to it, nor the flowery launes, and 
thickets. But I am afraid to kisse her. For her Kisse stings to my 
heart, and makes me mad, like new honey. Besides, I fear, lest a 
Kisse should chance to wake her. O ye prating Grasshoppers, ye make a 
noyse to break her sleep! And the Goats beside are fighting, and they 
clatter with their hornes. Yee Wolves, worse dastards then the Foxes, 
come and ravish them away. While he was muttering this passion, a 
Grasshopper that fled from a Swallow, took Sanctuary in Chloe's 
bosome, and the pursuer could not take her; but her wing, by reason 
of her close pursuit, flapt the girle upon the cheek; but she not 
knowing what was done, cryed out, and started from her sleep. But 
when she saw the Swallow flying near by, and Daphnis laughing at her 
fear, she began to give it over, and rub her eyes that yet were 
sleeping. The Grasshopper sang out of her bosome, as if her suppliant 
were now giving thanks for the protection. Therefore Chloe again 
squeakt out; but Daphnis could not hold laughing, nor passe the 
opportunity, to put his hand into her bosome, and draw forth the 
Grasshopper, which still did sing even in his hand. When Chloe saw 
it, she was pleased, and put it in her bosome again, and it prattled 
all the way. But besides these, the Stock-dove did delight them too; 
and sang from the Woods, her bucolic's. But Chloe desiring to know, 
askt Daphnis what that complaint of the Stock-dove meant; and he told 
her the tradition of the ancient Shepherds. The Stock-dove ( Chloe) 
was once a very fair Maid, as thou thy self now art; and in the 
flower of her age, kept her herds, as thou dost thine. She was 
skilfull in Musick, and her herds were so taken with her voice and 
pipe, that they needed not the discipline of the staffe, or goad: but 
sitting under a pine, and wearing, a coronet of the same, she would 
sing of Pan and Pitys, and her cowes, would never wander out of her 
voyce. There was a Youth that kept his herd not far off; and he was 
fair, and Musical, and not inferiour to the maid: but, as he tryed 
with all his skill, to emulate her notes and tones; he played a 
higher strain, as a male, and yet sweet, as being a boy; and so 
allured, from the maids Herd, eight of her best Cowes, to his own. 
She took it ill that her herd was so diminisht, and in very deep 
disdain, that she was his inferiour at the art; and presently prayed 
to the gods, that she might be transformed to a Bird, before she did 
return home. The gods consent, and turn her into a mountain-bird, 
because the Maid did haunt there; and Musicall, as she had been: And 
singing still, to this day, she publishes her heavy chance, and 
demands her Cowes again. Such delights and pleasures as these, the 
Summer time entertained them withall. But when Autumme was come in, 
and the grapes were ripe, the Tyrian Pyrats, in a Carian Vessel, lest 
perchance they should seem to be Barbarrians, sailed up to the 
fields; and coming ashore, armed with swords, and half-corslets, fell 
to rifle, plunder, and carry away the best of all that came to hand; 
the fragrant wines, great store of grain, the most pretious of the 
honey-combs. Some oxen too they drove away from Dorco's herd, and 
took Daphnis as he wandered near the Sea. For Chloe, as a Maid, was 
fearfull of the fierce and surly Shepherds; and therefore, till it 
was somewhat later, drove not out the flocks of Dryas. And when they 
saw the young man was proper and handsome, and of a higher price than 
any of their other prey, they thought it not worth their staying 
longer about the Goats, or other fields, and hall'd him aboard, 
lamenting, and not knowing what to do, and calling loud and often, on 
the name of Chloe. But they, when they had loosed from the shore, and 
cast in their Oars, when Chloe had brought out her sheep, and with 
her, a new pipe, that was sent to Daphnis, made in haste away to Sea. 
When Chloe saw the Goats in a hurry, and heard Daphnis louder and 
louder call Chloe, she presently casts off all care of her flocks, 
flings the pipe on the ground, and runs amain for help to Dorco But 
he being cruelly wounded by the theeves, and breathing yet a little, 
his blood gushing out, was laid along upon the ground. Yet seeing 
Chloe, and a little spark of his former love being awakened in him; 
Chloe, (said he) I shall now presently dye: for, alas, those cursed 
Theeves, as I fought for my Herd, have kill'd me, like an Oxe. But do 
thou preserve our Daphnis, and in their sudden destruction, take 
vengeance for me, on the Rogues. I have accustomed my Herd to follow 
the sound of this Pipe, and to obey the charm of it, although they 
feed a good way off me. Come hither then, and take the pipe, and blow 
that tune, which I heretofore taught Daphnis, and Daphnis thee, and 
call'd it Dorco. Leave the care of what shall follow, to the pipe, 
and Cowes alone. And to thee, Chloe, I give this Pipe; this Pipe, by 
which I have often conquered many Herdsmen, many Goatherds. But, for 
this, come, and kisse me, (sweet Chloe) while I am yet awhile alive; 
and when I am dead, weep a tear or two o're me: and if thou seest 
some other tending my Herd, upon these Hills, I pray thee, then 
remember Dorco. 

Thus spake Dorco, and received his last Kisse; and together with the 
Kisse, and his voyce, breathed out his Soul. But Chloe taking the 
pipe, and putting it to her lips, began to play and whistle, as loud 
as possibly she could: The Cowes aboard the Pyrats presently hear, 
and acknowledge the Musick; and with one bounce, and a huge 
bellowing, shoot themselves impetuously into the Sea. By that violent 
bounding on one of her sides, the Pinnace toppled, and the Sea gaping 
from the bottom, by the fall of the Cowes in, the Surges on a suddain 
return, and sink her down, and all that were in her, but with unequal 
hope of escape. For the Theeves. had their Swords on, with their 
sealed, and nailed Corslets, and were booted up to the middle of 
their thighs. But Daphnis was barefoot, as he was wont to go in the 
fields, it being yet the heat of Summer. Wherefore they when they had 
swom a little while, were carried by their arms to the bottom. 
Daphnis on the other side, easily got off his clothes; and yet was 
much puzzled to swim, because he had been used before onely to the 
brooks and Rivers. But at length, being taught by Necessity what was 
best for him to do, he rushes into the midst of the Cowes, and on his 
right, and left, laid hold on two of their horns; and so without 
trouble or pain, was carried between them to the Land, as if he had 
driven a falcked Chariot. And thus poor Daphnis was preserved, 
escaping beyond hope, two dangers at once, ship-wrack, and latrociny. 
When he was out, he found Chloe laughing, and crying; and, casting 
himself into her arms, askt her what she meant, when she piped and 
whistled so loud. Then she told him all that had happened; how she 
scutled up to Dorco; how the Cowes, had been accustomed; how she was 
bidden to play on the pipe; and that their friend Dorco was dead; 
onely for shame she told him not of that Kisse. They thought then 
that it was their duty to honour their great benefactor, who so 
highly had obliged them; and there-fore they lamented, and buried the 
unfortunate Dorco, with all the Rites and Ceremonies of the ancient 
Shepherds. By the name Dorco, thrice they call'd upon his Ghost; then 
laid good store of Earth upon the Coarse. On his Grave they set 
abundance of the most fragrant, lasting, sative plants, and flowers; 
and vowed an Anniversary suspension to him of some of the first 
fruits of the year. Besides, they poured on the ground a libation of 
milk, and pressed with their hands the fairest bunches of the grapes, 
and then with eyes cast on the ground, broke many shepherds pipes 
o're him. There were heard miserable groans, and bellowings of the 
Cowes, and Oxen; and together with them, certain incomposed 
cursations, and freques, were seen. The Cattel of the Herd amongst 
themselves, as well as the Goatherds, and the Shepherds, had a kind 
of lamentation, for the death, and losse of their keeper. When the 
Funeral of Dorco was done, Chloe brought Daphnis to the Cave of the 
Nymphs, and washed him stark naked with her own hands; and she her 
self, Daphnis then first of all, looking and gazing on her, washed 
her naked limbs before him; her limbs, which for their perfect and 
most excellent beauty, needed neither wash nor dresse: and when they 
had done, they gathered flowers, to crown the Statues of the Nymphs, 
and hang'd up Dorco's charming pipe, for an Anathema in the phane. 
Then coming away, they looked what became of their Sheep and Goats; 
and found, that they neither fed, nor blated, but were all laid upon 
the ground, as wanting Daphnis and Chloe, that had been so long out 
of their sight. When they saw this, and had call'd, and whistled, as 
they were wont; they rose up presently, and fell to feed; and the 
mantling Goats skipt and leapt, as rejoycing at the safety of their 
familiar Goat-herd. But Daphnis for his life could not be merry, 
because he had seen Chloe naked, and that Venus of her beauty, which 
before was not unvailed. His heart was gnawed, as with a secret 
poyson; and had deep sentiments of grief and anguish: insomuch, that 
sometimes he puffed and blowed thick and short, as if some body had 
been in a close pursuit of him: sometimes again, he breathed so 
faintly, as if he had been quite spent in running. That washing 
seemed to him more dangerous and formidable, then the Sea: And he 
thought his life was still in the hands, and at the dispose of the 
Tyrian Pyrats, as being but a young Rustick, and yet unskill'd in the 
Assassinations and Robberies of Love. 

The end of the First Book. 




A Summary of the Second Book 
THE Vintage is kept, and solemnized. After that, Daphnis and Chloe 
return to the fields. Philetas the Herdsman, entertains them with a 
discourse of Cupid, and Love. Love increases betwixt them. In the 
mean time, the young men of' Methymne, come into the fields of 
Mitylene, to hawk and hunt. Their Pinnace having lost her Cable, hey 
fasten her to the shore with a With. A Goat gnawes the with in 
pieces. The Ship with the Money, and other riches, is blown off to 
Sea. The Methymnæans madded at it, look about for him that did it: 
they light upon Daphnis, and pay him soundly. The Countrey Lads come 
in to help him. Philetas is constituted Judge. A Methymnæan is 
Plaintiffe; Daphnis Defendant. Daphnis carries the day. The 
Methymæans fall to force, but are beaten off with Clubs. Getting 
home, they complain of injury and loss by the Mytelenians. 

The Methymnæans presently command Bryaxis their Generall to move with 
10 Ships against the Mytelenians knowing nothing. They land at the 
fields, plunder all they can lay their hands on, and carry away 
Chloe. Daphnis knowing it, would dye; but the Nymphs comfort him. Pan 
sends a Terrour (which is rarely described) upon the Methymnæans; and 
warns their Captain in his sleep, to bring back Chloe. The Captain 
obeyes, and she returns joyfull to Daphnis. They keep Holya-dayes to 
Pan, and Philetas is there. Lamo tells the story of the Pipe. 
Philetas gives Daphnis his most artificial Pipe. Daphnis and Chloe 
proceed to the binding of one another by amorous oaths.



DAPHNIS AND CHLOE 
THE SECOND BOOK 
THIS Autumn now being grown to its height, and the Vintage at hand; 
every rurale began to stirre and be busie in the fields; some to 
repair the Winepresses; some to scour the tuns, and hogs-heads; 
others were making baskets, skeps, and panniers; and others providing 
little hooks to catch and cut the bunches of the grapes. Here one was 
looking busily about to find a stone that would serve him to bruise 
the stones of grapes: there another furnishing himself with a stang, 
of very dry and smooth wood, to carry away the must in the night, 
with light before him. Wherefore Daphnis and Chloe for this time laid 
aside the care of the flocks, and put their helping hands to the 
work. Daphnis in his basket carried grapes, cast them into the 
presse, and trod them there; and then anon, out of the Lake, tunn'd 
the Wine into the Butts. Chloe drest meat for the Vintagers, and 
served them with drink, the old wine dasht with Fountain-water; and 
when she had done, gathered grapes of the lower vines. For all the 
vines about Lesbos incline themselves, and portend their palmits 
towards the ground, and creep like the Ivie; so that indeed a very 
Infant, if that his hands be loose from his Swathes, may easily reach 
and pull a bunch. Now, as they were wont in the Feast of Bacchus, and 
the solemnization of the Genethliacs of wine; the women that came 
from the neighbouring fields to help, cast their eyes all upon 
Daphnis, gave him prick and praise for beauty, and said, he was like 
to Bacchus himself. And now and then, one of the bolder strapping 
girls would catch him in her arms, and kisse him. Those wanton 
praises and expressions, did animate the modest Youth, and more and 
more inflame him still, but vext and grieved the poor Chloe. But 
those that were treading in the Presse, cast out various voyces, 
words and verdicts upon Chloe, and sang the praise of the young 
Baccha, like to so many Satyrs drunk with love and wine; and wisht 
that they themselves were sheep, that such a Shepherdesse might tend 
them. And thus the Girle was pleased too, and Daphnis stung with 
jealousie. But they wisht the Vintage were done, that they might 
return to their haunts in the fields; that, instead of that wild, 
untuned noyse of the clowns, they might hear again the sweet Pipe, or 
the bleating of the Cattel. And, because after a few dayes, the 
grapes were gather'd, and the Wines tunn'd into the vessels, and 
there needed not many hands to help; they drove again their flocks to 
the fields, and with great joy and exultation worshipt and adored the 
Nymphs, offering to them the first fruits, clusters hanging on their 
branches. Nor did they in former time, with negligence ever passe by 
the Nymphs; but alwaies when they came forth to feed, would sit down 
by them reverentially in the Cave; and when they went home, would 
first adore, and beg their Grace; and brought to them alwayes 
something, either a flower, or an apple, or an apronfull of green 
leaves, or a sacrifice of milk. And for this great piety and 
devotion, they afterwards received no small rewards and favours from 
the Goddesses. And now being got at liberty, they skip, and dance, 
and sing, and pipe to their flocks. While they thus delight 
themselves, there comes up to them an old man, clad in his rugg, and 
mantle of skins, his carbatins, or clouted shooes; his scrip hanging 
at his back, and that indeed a very old one: when he was sate down by 
them, thus he spoke, and told his story. 

I ( Daphnis and Chloe) am that old Philetas, who have often sung to 
these Nymphs; and often pip't to yonder Pan; and have led many great 
herds, by the art of Musick alone; and I come to shew you what I have 
seen, and to tell you what I have heard. I have a Garden which my own 
hands and labour planted; and ever since by my old age I gave over 
fields and herds, to dresse and trim it, has been my care and 
entertainment; what flowers, or fruits the season of the year teems, 
there they are at every season. In the spring there are Roses, and 
Lillies, the Hyacinths, and both the forms of Violets. In the Summer 
Poppies, Pears, and all sorts of Apples. And now in the Autumne 
Vines, and Figtrees, Pomegranats, Oranges, Limons, and the green 
myrtles. Into this Garden, flocks of birds come every morning; some 
to feed, some to sing. For it is thick, opacous, and shady; and 
watered all by three fountains; and if you took the Wall away, you 
would think you saw a Wood. As I went in there yesterday about noon, 
a boy appear'd in the Pomgranate and Myrtle grove, with Myrtles and 
Pomgranats in his hand; white as milk, and shining with the glance of 
fire; clean and bright, as if he had newly wash't himself in all the 
three transparent Fountains. Naked he was, alone he was; he play'd 
and wanton'd it about, and cull'd and pull'd, as if it had been his 
own Garden. Therefore I ran at him as fast as I could, thinking to 
get him in my clutches. For indeed, I was afraid, lest, by that 
wanton, untoward, malapert ramping, and hoytie-toitie which he kept 
in the grove; he would at length break my Pomgranats, and my Myrtles. 
But he, with a soft and easie sleight, as he listed, gave me the 
slip, sometimes running under the Roses, sometimes hiding himself in 
the Poppies, like a cunning, hudling chick of a Partridge. I have 
often had enough to do, to run after the sucking kids; and tyred my 
self off my leggs, to catch a giddy young Calf. But this was a 
certain various businesse, and a thing that could not be catcht. 
Being then wearied, as an old man, and leaning upon my staff, and 
withall looking to him, lest he should escape away, I askt what 
neighbours Child he was; and what he meant to rob anothers mans 
Orchard so. But he answer'd me not a word; but coming nearer, laught 
most sweetly, and flung the Myrtle berries at me, and pleas'd me so, 
I know not how, that all my anger vanisht quite. I askt him 
therefore, that he would give himself without fear, into my hands, 
and swore to him by the myrtles, that I would not onely send him away 
with Apples and Pomegranats, but give him leave, whensoever he 
pleas'd, to pull the finest fruits and flowers, if he would but give 
me one kisse. With that, setting up a loud laughter, he sent forth a 
voice, such as neither the Swan, the Swallow, or the Nightingale has, 
and turn'd himself into Old Man like to me. Philetas (said he) it 
would be no trouble at all to me, to give thee a kisse, for it is 
more pleasure for me to kisse, then for thee to be young again: but 
consider with thy self, whether such a gift as that be of use to thy 
age. For thy old age cannot help thee that thou shalt not follow me, 
after a kiss that I have fired. But I cannot be taken, though a Hawk, 
or an Eagle, or any other swifter bird, were flown at me. I am not a 
boy, though I seem to be so, but am older than Saturn, and the whole 
time of this Universe. I knew thee, when thou wast yet a boy, and 
kept a great herd in yonder Marsh, and was present to thee, when 
under those Beeches, thou didst sing, and play on the Pipe for the 
dear love of Amaryllis. But thou didset not see me, although I stood 
close by the Maid. It was I that gave her thee in marriage, and thou 
hast had Sons by her, jolly herdsmen, and Colones. And now I take 
care of Daphnis and Chloe; and when I have brought them together in 
the morning, I come hither to thy Garden, and take my pleasure among 
these groves and flowers of thine; and wash my self in these 
Fountains. And this is the cause, why thy Roses, Violets, Lillies, 
Hyacinths, and Poppies; all thy flowers, and thy Plants, are still so 
fair and beautifull, because they are water'd with my wash. Cast thy 
eyes round about, and look whether there be any one stem of a flower, 
any twig of a Tree broken; whether any of thy fruits be pull'd, or 
any flower trodden down; whether any fountain be troubled, and 
mudded; and thou (Philetas) of all mortals, rejoyce alone in thy old 
age. This said, the sweet boy sprung into the myrtle grove, and like 
a Nightingale, from bough to bough, under the green leaves, skipt to 
the top, and highest story of the Myrtles. Then I saw his wings 
hanging at his shoulders; and at his back, between his wings, a 
little bow with two Darts; and since that moment, never saw him any 
more. If therefore I wear not now these gray hairs of mine in vain, 
and by my age, have not got a trivial mind; you two, (O Daphnis and 
Chloe) are destin'd to Love; and Love himself takes care of you. With 
this they were both hugely delighted, and thought they heard a 
Lesbian tale, not a true discourse, or story, and therefore they 
would ask him questions: 

And, what is Love (quoth Chloe then)? Is he a boy, or is he a bird? 
And, what can he do, I pray you, Gaffer? 

Therefore again -- thus Philetas: Love (sweet Chloe) is a god, a 
young Youth, and very fair, and wing'd to flye. And therefore he 
delights in youth, follows beauty, and gives our phantasie her wings. 
His power's so vaste, that that of Jove is not so great. He governs 
in the Elements, rules in the Stars, and domineers even o're the 
gods, that are his Peers. Nor have you only dominion o're your Sheep 
and Goats, for Love has there his range too. All flowers are the 
works of Love. Those Plants are his creations, and Poems. By him it 
is that the rivers flow, and by him the winds blow. I have known a 
Bull that has been in Love, and run bellowing through the Meadows, as 
if he had been prickt with a Goad; a he-goat too so in Love with a 
Virgin-she, that he has followed her up and down, through the woods, 
through the Launs. And I myself, when I was young, was in love with 
Amaryllis, and forgot to eat my meat, and drink my drink; and for 
many tedious nights, never could compose to sleep: my panting heart 
was very sad and anxious, and my body shook with cold: I cryed out 
oft, as if I had bin thwackt and basted back and sides: and then 
again, was still and mute, as if I had layen among the dead: I caft 
my self into the Rivers, as if I had been all on a fire: I call'd on 
Pan, that he would help me, as having sometimes bin himself catcht 
with the Love of peevish Pitys: I praised the Echo, that with 
kindnesse it restored, and trebbled to me, the dear name of 
Amaryllis: I broke my Pipes, because they could delight, and lead the 
sturdy herds which way I would, and could not draw the froward girle. 
For there is no med'cine for Love, neither meat, nor drink, nor any 
Charm, but only Kissing, and Embracing, and lying naked together. 
Philetas when he had thus instructed the unskilful Lovers, and was 
presented with certain Cheeses, and a young Goat of the first horns; 
blest their love, and went his way. But when they were alone, and had 
then first heard of the name of love, their minds were struck with a 
kind of Woodnesse; and they began to compare those things which they 
had suffer'd in themselves, with the doctrine of Philetas concerning 
Lovers and Love. The Lover has his Grief and Sadnesse, and we have 
had our share of that. They are languishing and carelesse to other 
things: just so are wee. They cannot sleep, and we still watch for 
the early day. They think they are burnt; and so do we, even in the 
Fountains and the Brooks. They desire nothing more, then to see, to 
be near one another: And for that Cause, we call, and rouze the heavy 
day. This undoubtedly is Love, and we are in Love, and do not know 
it. Philetas did not lye a little. That Boy in the Garden was seen 
too, by our Fathers, Lamo, and Dryas; and 'twas he that commanded us 
to the field. How is it possible for one to catch him? he's small and 
slim, and so will slip and steal away. And how should one escape, and 
get away from him by flight? he has wings to overtake us. Shall we 
flye to the Nymphs, our Patronesses? But Pan, alas, did not help his 
servant Philetas, when he was mad on Amaryllis. Therefore those 
remedies, which he taught us, are before all things, to be tryed; 
Kissing, Embracing, and Lying naked on the ground. It's cold indeed; 
but after Philetas wee'l endure it. This, to them, was a kind of 
nocturnal play, and entertainment. When it was day, and their flocks 
were driven to the field, they ran to kisse, and embrace one another 
with a bold, impatient fury, which before they never did. Yet of that 
third remedy, which the old Philetas taught, they durst not make 
experiment: for that was not onely an enterprise too bold for Maids, 
but too high for young Goatherds. Therefore ill, as before they spent 
their nights without sleep, and with remembrance of what was done, 
and with complaint, of what was not. We have kist one another, and 
are never the better; we have clipt and embrac't, and that's as good 
as nothing too. Therefore to lye together naked, is the onely 
remaining remedy of Love. That must be tryed by all means; ther's 
something in it without doubt, more efficacious then in a kisse. 
While they indulg'd these kind of thoughts, they had, as it was like, 
their sweet, erotic, amorous dreams; and what they did not in the 
day, that they acted in the night, and lay together stark naked, 
kissing, clipping, twining limbs. But the next day, as if they had 
bin inspired with some stronger Numen, they rose up, and drive their 
flocks with a kind of violence to the fields, hasting to their kisses 
again; and when they saw one another, smiling sweetly ran together. 
Kisses past, Embraces past, but that third Remedy was wanting; for 
Daphnis durst not mention it, and Chloe too would not begin; till at 
length, even by chance, they made this essay of it: They sate both 
close together upon the trunck of an old Oak, and having tasted the 
sweetnesse of kisses, they were ingulf'd insatiably in pleasure, and 
there arose a mutual contention, and striving with their clasping 
arms, which made a close compression of their lips; and when Daphnis 
hugg'd her to him with a more violent desire, it came about that 
Chloe inclin'd a little on her side, and Daphnis following his kisse, 
fell o' the top of her. And remembering that they had an image of 
this in their dreams the night before, they lay a long while clinging 
together. But being ignorant what after that was to be done, and 
thinking that this was the end of amorous fruition, most part of the 
day spent in vain, they parted, and drove their flocks home from the 
fields, with a kind of hate to the oppression of the night. And 
perchance something that was right and true had then bin done, but 
that this tumult and noyse fill'd all that rurall tract. The young 
gallants of Methymne thinking to keep the Vintage holy-dayes, and 
choosing to take the pleasure abroad, drew a small Vessell into the 
water, and putting in their own domestick Servants to rowe, sail'd 
about those pleasant Farms of Mytelene. For the maritim Coast has 
many Havens, many good and safe Harbours, and all along is adorn'd 
with many stately buildings, and stairs. There are besides, many 
Baths, Gardens and Groves: these by Art, those by Nature; all brave 
for habitation. 

The Ship therefore being arrived and brought into the Bay, they did 
no harm or injury to any, but recreated themselves with divers 
pleasures: sometimes with Angles, taking fish from this or the 
t'other prominent rock: sometimes with dogs or toyles hunting the 
Hares that fled from the noise of the Vineyards: then anon, they 
would go a fowling, and take the Wildgoose, Duck, and Mallard, and 
the flower birds of the Marsh; and so by their pleasure furnisht 
themselves with a plenteous table. If they needed anything else, they 
paid the Villagers above the price. But there was nothing else 
wanting, but onely bread, and wine, and house-room. For they thought 
it unsafe, the Autumn now in its declination, to quit the Land, and 
lye all night aboard at Sea. And therefore drew the Vessel ashore for 
fear of a tempestuous night. Now it hapned, that a Country-fellow 
wanting a rope, his own being broke, to haul up the stone wherewith 
he was grinding grapestones for his use in the Winter, sneakt down to 
the Sea, and finding the Ship with no body in her, loos'd the cable 
that held her, and brought it away to serve his businesse. In the 
morning the young men of Methymne began to enquire after the rope, 
and no body owning the theevery; when they had a little blam'd the 
unkindnesse and injury of their hosts, they loos'd from thence, and 
sailing on some leagues, arrived at the fields of Daphnis and Chloe, 
those fields seeming the likeliest for hunting the Hare. Therefore 
being destitute of a rope to use for their Cable, they made a Withe 
of green and long Sallow twiggs, and with that tyed her by her stern 
to the shore. Then slipping their doggs to hunt those grounds that 
seem'd fittest for game, they cast their toils. The deepmouth'd dogs 
open'd loud, and running about, with much barking, scar'd the Goats, 
that all hurried down from the Mountains towards the Sea; and finding 
nothing there to eat, some of the bolder mischievous Goats gnaw'd the 
green Sallow With in pieces. At the same moment there began to be a 
bluster at Sea, the wind blowing from the Mountains. On a sudden 
therefore the reciprocation of the waves set the loose Pinnace 
afloat, and carried her off to the main. As soon as the Methymnæans 
heard the news, some of them posted to the Sea. Some stayed to take 
up the doggs, all made a hubbub through the fields, and brought the 
neighbouring rurals in. But all was to no purpose; all was lost, all 
was gone. For the ship with an irrevocable pernicity and swiftnesse 
was carried away. Therefore the Myethymnæns having a great losse by 
this, lookt for the Goat-herd; and, lighting on Daphnis, fell to 
cuffe him, tore off his cloathes, and offer'd to bind his hands 
behind him with a dog-slip. But Daphnis, when he was miserably 
beaten, implor'd the help of the Countrey Lads, and chiefly of all, 
cryed out for rescue to Lamo and Dryas. They presently came in and 
opposed themselves brawny old fellowes, and such as by their Countrey 
labour had hands of steel; and requir'd of the furious Youths 
concerning those things that had hapned, a fair legal debate and 
decision. And others desiring the same thing, they made Philetas the 
herdsman Judge. For he was older of all those that were present, and 
famous for Justice among the Villagers. The Methymnæans therefore 
began first, and laid their accusation against Daphnis, in very short 
and perspicuous words, as before a herdsman-Judge. 

We came into these fields to hunt, wherefore, with a green Sallow 
with, we left our Ship tyed to the shore. While our dogs were hunting 
the grounds, his Goats strayed from the Mountains down to the Sea, 
gnaw'd the green Cable in pieces, set her at liberty, and let her 
flye. You see her tossing in the Sea; but with what choice, and rich 
goods laden? all are lost before your face. What rare harnesses, and 
ornaments for dogs are there? what a treasury of precious silver? he 
that had all, might easily purchase these fields. For this dammage, 
we think it but right and reason to carry him away captive, him that 
is such a mischievous Goat-herd to feed his Goats upon the Sea, as if 
he were some Marriner. This was the Accusation of the Methymnæans. 

Daphnis on the other side, although his bones were sore with basting, 
yet seeing his dear Chloe there, set it at naught; and spoke in his 
own defence. 

I, in keeping my Goats, have done my office well. For never so much 
as one of all the neighbours of the Vale, has blamed me yet, that any 
Kid, or Goat of Mine has broke into, and eaten up his Garden, or 
browsed a young, or sprouting Vine. But those are wicked, cursed 
hunters, and have dogs that have no manners, such as with their 
furious coursing, and most vehement barking, have like Wolves scared 
my Goats, and tossed them down from the Mountains through the 
Valleys, to the Sea. But they have eaten a Green With. For they could 
find nothing else upon the Sand, neither arbute, wilding, shrub, nor 
Thyme. But the Ship's lost by wind and wave. That's not my Goat's but 
the fault of Seas, and Tempefts. But there were rich Clothes, 
Collars, Dogslips, and Silver aboard her. And who that has any wit 
can believe, that a Ship that is so richly laden, should have nothing 
for her Cable but a With? 

With that Daphnis began to weep, and made the Rusticks commiserate 
him, and his Cause: so that Philetas the Judge started up, calling 
Pan and the Nymphs to witnesse, That neither Daphnis, nor his Goats, 
had done any wrong; but that it was the wind, and Sea, and that of 
those there were other Judges. Yet by this Sentence Philetas could 
not persuade and bind the Methymnæans, but again in a fury, they fell 
to towse Daphnis, and offered to bind him. With which the Villagers 
being moved, fell upon them like flocks of Starlings, or Jackdawes; 
and carried him away as he was busling amongst them, never ceasing 
till with their Clubs they had driven them the Ground, and beaten 
them from the hills into the other fields. While thus they pursued 
the Methymnæans, Chloe had time without disturbance to bring Daphnis 
to the Fountain of the Nymphs, and there to wash his bloody face, and 
entertain him after he had scaped the danger, with bread and cheese 
out of her own Scrip; kissing him then far more sweetly then before; 
for it wanted but a little that then her dear Daphnis had bin slain. 
But these Commotions could not thus be laid, and at an end; for those 
Gallants of Methymne having bin softly and delicately bred, and every 
man his wounds about him, travelling now by Land, with miserable 
labour and pain, got into their own Country, and procuring a Council 
to be called, humbly petition'd that their Cause might be revenged, 
without reporting a word of those things which indeed had happened, 
lest perchance they should be laughed at for what they had suffered 
by the Clowns: but accused the Mitylenæans as if they had taken their 
Ship and Goods in a hostile and warlike manner. The Cityzens easily 
believed their story, because they saw they were all wounded; and 
knowing them to be of the best of their Families, thought it just to 
revenge the injury. And therefore without denouncing a War by any 
Herald, they commanded Bryaxes their General with ten Sail to infect 
the Maritim Coast of Mitylene. For, the Winter now approaching, they 
thought it dangerous to trust a greater Squadron at Sea. On a suddain 
the next day the General sets sail; and putting to the main, comes up 
to the maritims of Mitylene, and hostilely invades them, plundering, 
and raping away, their Flocks, their Corn, their Wine, (the Vintage 
now but lately over) with many of those that were employed in such 
businesse. They sail'd up too to the fields of Daphnis and Chloe, and 
coming suddenly down upon them, preyed upon all that they could light 
on. It happened, that Daphnis was not then with his Goats, but was 
gone to the Wood, and there was binding up green leaves to give them 
for fodder in the winter. Therefore, this incursation being seen from 
the higher ground, he hid himself in an old hollow tree. But his 
Chloe was with her flocks, and the enemies invading her and them, she 
fled away to the Cave of the Nymphs, and begged of the enemies, that 
they would spare her, and her flocks, for those holy Goddesses sakes. 
But that did not help her at all. For the Methymnæans did not onely 
mock at, and rail upon the Statues of the Nymphs, but drove away her 
flocks and her before them, thumping her along with their Battons as 
if she had bin a she-goat. But now their ships being laden with all 
manner of prey, they thought it not convenient to sail any further: 
but rather to make home, for fear of the winter, no lesse then of 
their enemies. Therefore they sail'd back again, and were hard put to 
it to row, because there wanted wind to drive them. These Tumults and 
Hubbubs ceasing, Daphnis came out of the Wood, into the field they 
used to feed in; and when he could find neither the Goats, the Sheep, 
nor Chloe, but onely a deep silence and Solitude, and the Pipe flung 
away wherewith she entertain'd her self; setting up a piteous Cry, 
and lamenting miserably, sometimes he ran to the Beech where Chloe 
sate, sometimes to the Sea, to try if there he could set his eyes on 
her: then to the Nymphs, whither she fled when she was taken; and 
there flinging himself upon the ground, began to accuse even the 
Nymphs as her betrayers: It was from your Statues that Chloe was 
drawn and ravisht away! and how could you endure to see it? she that 
made the Garlands for you; she that every morning poured out before 
you and sacrificed her first milk; and she whose pipe hangs up there 
a sweet Anathema and Donarie. The Wolf indeed has taken from me never 
a Goat, but the enemy has my whole flock, together with my sweet 
Companion of the field; and they are busie killing and flaying the 
Sheep and Goats, and Chloe now must live in the City. With what face 
can I now come into the sight of my Father and my Mother, who have 
lost my Goats, have lost Chloe, and am quite broke, and must now give 
over my trade. For now I have nothing left to feed, and Daphnis is no 
more a Goat-herd. Here I'le fling myself on the ground, and here I'le 
lye expecting my death, or else a second war to help me. And dost 
thou (sweet Chloe) suffer now in thy self such heavy things as these? 
Dost thou remember, and think of this field, thy own Beech, the 
Nymphs, and me? Takest thou any pleasure from thy sheep, and those 
Goats of mine, which are carried away with thee into Captivity. While 
he was thus lamenting his condition, by his weeping so much, and the 
heavinesse of his grief, he fell into a deep sleep, and those three 
Nymphs appeared to him, Ladies of a tall stature, very fair, half 
naked, and barefooted; their hair dishevel'd, and in all things like 
their Statues. At first they appeared very much to pity his Cause; 
and then the eldest, to erect him, spoke thus: 

Blame not us at all ( Daphnis) we have greater care of Chloe then 
thou thy self her Lover hast. We took pity on her, when she was yet 
but an Infant: and when she lay in this Cave, took her our selves, 
and saw her nurst. She does not at all belong to the fields, nor to 
Lamo, nor his flocks. And even now we have provided, as to her, that 
she shall not be carried a slave to Methymna, nor be any part of the 
enemies prey. We have begged of Pan, Pan that stands under yonder 
Pine, whom you have not honour'd so much as with flowers, that he 
would bring back thy Chloe, and our Votary. For Pan is accustomed to 
Camps, and leaving the Plains, has made of late many Wars, and the 
Methymnæans shall find him an infecting Enemy. Trouble not thy self 
any longer; but get thee up and shew thy self to Myrtle and Lamo, who 
now themselves lye cast on the ground, thinking thee too, to be part 
of the rapin. For Chloe shall certainly come to thee to-morrow, 
accompanied with the Sheep and the Goats; you shall feed together as 
before, and play together on the Pipe. For other things concerning 
you, Love himself will take the Care. Now when Daphnis had seen and 
heard these things, he started up out of his sleep, and full of 
pleasure, full of grief, with tears in his eyes, adored the Statues 
of the Nymphs, and vowed to sacrifice to them, the best of all his 
she-goats, if Chloe should return safe. And running to the Pine where 
the Statue of Pan was placed, the legs a Goat's, the head horned, one 
hand holding a Pipe, the other a Goat dancing to it; that he adored, 
and made a vow for the safety of Chloe, and promised Pan a he-goat. 
Scare now with the setting of the Sun, he made a pause of his 
weeping, his wailing, and his prayers; and taking up the boughs he 
had cut in the Wood, return'd to the Cottage, comforted the heavy 
Lamo, and made him merry, refresht himself with meat and wine, and 
fell into a deep sleep, yet not that without tears, praying to see 
the Nymphs again, and calling for an early day, the day that they had 
promised Chloe. That night seem'd to him the longest of Nights; but 
in it, these wonders were done. The General of the Methymnæans when 
he had born off to Sea about ten Stadium's, would refresh, after the 
Incursion and Plunder, his wearied and Sea-sick Souldiers. Coming up 
therefore to a Promontore which ran into the Sea, winding it self 
into a half Moon, within which the Sea made a calmer station then in 
a Port; in this place when he had cast anchor lest the Rusticks 
should mischieve him from the Land, he permitted them securely to 
rant and be joviall as in peace. The Methymnæans, because by this 
direption, they abounded with all things, carows'd, feasted, and 
danc'd, and celebrated victorials. But the day being now spent, and 
their mirth protracted to the night; on a suddain all the Land seem'd 
to be on a light fire; then anon their ears were struck with an 
impetuous clattering of the Oars, as if a great Navy were a coming: 
some cryed out, The General must arm; others call'd to have it done; 
here, some thought they were wounded; there, others saw the shapes of 
bleeding, falling, dying men. A man would have thought he had seen a 
kind of nocturnall battel, when yet there was no enemy there. The 
night thus past in these Spectres, the day arose far more terrible 
than the night. For on the horns of all Daphnis his Goats, there grew 
up on a suddain the berried Ivie; and, Chloe's sheep were heard to 
howl like Wolves in the Woods. Chloe herself in the midst of her 
flocks, appear'd Crowned with a most fresh and shady Pine. In the Sea 
itself too, there happened many Wonders, Paradoxes and Prodigies. For 
when they labour'd to weigh their Anchors, and begone, their Anchors 
stuck as fast as the Earth; and when they cast out their Oars to 
rowe, they snapt and broke; the leaping Dolphins with the thumping of 
their tails, loosened the planks, and broke the ribs of the Barges. 
From that high Crag which lifted up it self under the promontory, was 
heard a strange sound of a pipe; for it was not pleasing as a Pipe, 
but like a Trumpet, or a terrible Cornet, which made them run to 
their Arms, and call those Enemies whom they saw not at all; 
insomuch, that they wisht it night again, if as they should have a 
truce by that. Yet those things which then happen'd might very well 
be understood by such as were wise; namely, that those Spectres, 
phantasms and Sounds, proceeded from Pan, shewing himself angry at 
the Voyagers: yet the Cause they could not conjecture (for no Chappel 
of Pan's was robbed) untill, about high noon, their Grand Captain, 
not without the impulse of some Deity, fallen into a sleep, Pan 
himself appeared to him, and rated him thus: 

O ye most unholy and wickedest of Mortals! what made you so bold as 
madly to attempt and do such outrages as these? You have not only 
fill'd with war these fields that are so dear to me; but also you 
have driven away herds of Cattel, flocks of Sheep and Goats that were 
my care. Besides, you have taken sacrilegiously from the Altars of 
the Nymphs, a Maid of whom Love himself will write a Story. Nor did 
you at all revere the Nymphs that look't upon you when you did it, 
nor yet me, whom very well you knew to be Pan. Therefore you shall 
never see Methymna, sailing away with these spoils, nor shall you 
escape that terrible Pipe from the Promontore, but it shall drown you 
every man: unlesse Thou speedily restore, as well Chloe to the 
Nymphs, as the herds and flocks to Chloe. Rise therefore, and send 
the Maid ashore; send her with all that I command thee, and I shall 
be as well to thee a Convey in thy Voyage home, as to her a Conduct 
on her way to the fields. 

Bryaxis being astonisht at this, started up, and calling together the 
Captains of the Ships, commanded that Chloe should be sought for 
among the Captives. They found her presently, and brought her before 
him; for she sate crown'd with a Pine. The Generall remembering that 
the pine was the mark and signal distinction which he had in his 
dream, carried the Maid ashore in the Admiral, with no small 
observance, and ceremonious fear. Now as soon as Chloe was set on 
shore, the sound of the Pipe from the Promontore, began to be heard 
again; not martial and terrible, as before, but perfectly pastorall, 
such as was used to lead the Cattel to feed in the fields; the sheep 
ran down the scale of the ship, and not so much as one of them slipt 
because they were hooved; The Goats more boldly, for they were used 
to climb the Crags and steeps of the hills. The whole flock encircled 
Chloe moving as in a dance about her, and with their skipping, and 
their blaring, shewed a kind of joyfulnesse and exultation. But the 
Goats of the other Goat-herds, as also the sheep and the herds, 
stirr'd not a foot, but remain'd still in the ship, as if the Musick 
of that Pipe did not at all call for them. When therefore they were 
all struck with admiration at these things, and celebrated the 
praises of Pan; there were yet seen in both the Elements, things more 
wonderfull than those before. For the ships of the Methymnæans before 
they had weighed their Anchors, ran amain; and a huge Dolphin 
bouncing still out of the Sea, went before and lead their Admiral: On 
the Land, that most sweet, melodious Pipe, led the flocks of the 
sacred Shepherdesse, and yet nobody saw the Piper, no body knew from 
whence the Charm. It was now the time of the second pasturing, and 
Daphnis having spied from a high stand, Chloe coming with the flocks; 
crying out mainly, O ye Nymphs, O blessed Pan! made down to the 
Plains, and rushing into the Embraces of Chloe, in a swoon fell to 
the ground. With much ado, when he was come to himself with Chloe's 
kissings, and embraces in her close and warm arms, he got to the 
Beech where they were wont, and when he was sate down on the trunck, 
he askt her how she had escap't such a dangerous Captivity as that? 
Then she told him every thing one after another, how the fresh and 
berried Ivie appeared on the horns of all the Goats; how her sheep 
howl'd like Wolves, how a pine sprung up upon her head; how all the 
Land seem'd on a fire; what horrible fragons and clashings were heard 
from the Sea, with the two tones of that pipe from the Crag of the 
Promontore, the one to War, the other to Peace; the terrible Spectres 
of the night how she was ravisht away; and how she not knowing her 
way, had for her Companion and Guide, the sweet musick of that 
strange invisible Pipe. 

Daphnis then acknowledged the vision of the Nymphs, and the works of 
Pan, and storied to her what he himself had seen, and what he had 
heard; and how, when he was ready to die for grief, his life was 
saved by the providence, and kindnesse of the holy Nymphs. And then 
presently he sent her away to bring Dryas and Lamo to the Sacrifice, 
and all things necessary for such a devotion to Pan and to the 
Nymphs. In the meantime, he catcht the fairest of all his She-goats, 
and when he had crown'd it with Ivie in that manner as the whole 
flock had appear'd to the Enemy, and had poured milk on the horns; in 
the name of the Nymphs, he struck and kill'd it, and sacrificed it to 
them; he hanged it up, took off the skin, consecrated that, and made 
it an Anathema. When Chloe with her Company was come, he made a fire, 
and some of the flesh being boiled, and some roasted, he offer'd the 
Aparchœ, the First, and chiefest parts of both to the Nymphs, and 
filling a Crater with new wine, made a libation; then having made 
several beds of green leaves, gave himself wholly to eating, 
drinking, and playing, onely he lookt out now and then, lest the 
irruption of a Wolf upon him should chance to do something like the 
enemy. They sung two certain songs in the praise of the Nymphs, the 
solemn Carmen of the ancient Shepherds. All that night they lay in 
the fields, and the next day they were not unmindfull of the 
wonderworking Pan; but took the hee-goat that was Captain and leader 
of the flock; and when they had crowned him with pine-garlands, they 
brought him to the Pine; and pouring wine upon his head, with 
benedictions and thankful praise, they sacrificed him to Pan the 
preserver, then, the flesh, part roasted, part boiled, they set upon 
banks of green leaves hard by, in the Meadow: the skin with the horns 
themselves, they pegged to the Pine close to the Statue, to a 
Pastoral god, a pastoral Anathema. They offered too, the Primitiæ, or 
the first carvings of the flesh; Chloe sang, and Daphnis played upon 
the pipe. These Rites performed, they sate down, and fell to feast. 
And it happened, that Philetas the Herdsman came up to them, bringing 
with him certain Garlands to honour Pan, together with grapes hanging 
still upon the branches. His youngest son. Tityrus came along with 
him, a ruddy Lad, and grayeyed, stout and fierce, and of a nimble, 
bounding pace like a Kid. When they saw what the intention of the 
good old Philetas was, they started up, and all together crowned the 
Statue of Pan with garlands, and hang'd the palmits with their grapes 
upon the leaves of the Pine; and then they made Philetas and Tityrus 
sit down to the Feast, and be their guests, to eat and drink, and 
celebrate. Then, as old men use to do, when they are a little 
whittled with wine, they had various discourses and chats among them; 
how bravely in their youth they had administered the pasturing of 
their flocks and herds; how in their time they had escaped many 
invasions, and inroads of Pyrats and Theeves; here one bragged, that 
he had killed the hugest Wolf that ever came upon the fields; there 
another, that he had bin second to Pan alone in the skill and art of 
piping. And this was the crack of Philetas. And therefore Daphnis and 
Chloe used all manner of supplications to him, that he would 
communicate with them that Art of piping, and play upon the pipe at 
the feast of that god, whom he knew to delight so much in the Pipe. 
Philetas promised to do it, although he excused himself by the short 
breath of his old age, and so took Daphnis his Pipe. But that being 
too little for so great an Art, as being made to be inspired by the 
mouth of a boy, he sent his Son Tityrus for his own, the Cottage 
lying distant from thence but ten furlongs. Tityrus flinging off his 
jacket ran naked, swift as a Hind. But Lamo had promised to tell them 
that Tale of the Pipe, which a Sicilian hired by him for a Goat and a 
Pipe, had sung to him. This Pipe, That Organ which you see, was 
heretofore no Organ, but a very fair Maid, who had a sweet and 
musical voice. She fed Goats, played together with the Nymphs, and 
sang as now. Pan, while she in this manner was tending her Goats, 
playing and singing; came to her, and endeavoured to persuade her to 
what he desired, and promised her that he would make all her Goats 
bring forth twins every year. But she disdained and derided his Love, 
and denyed to take him to be her Sweet-heart, who was neither perfect 
man, nor perfect Goat. Pan follows her with violence, and thinks to 
force her; Syrinx fled Pan, and his force. Being now a weary with her 
flight, she shot herself into a Grove of reeds, sunk in the Fen, and 
disappeared. Pan for anger cut up the reeds; and finding not the Maid 
there, and then reflecting upon what had happened, invented this 
Organ, and joyned together imparil, or unequal quils, because their 
Love was so imparil. So she who then was a fair Maid, is now become a 
Musical Pipe. 

Lamo had now done his Tale, and Philetas praised him for it, as one 
that had told them a Story far sweeter then any Song: when Tityrus 
came in, and brought his Father's Pipe, a large Organ, and made up of 
great quils; and where it was joyned together with wax, there too it 
was set, and varied with brasse. Insomuch, that one would have 
thought, that this had bin that very Pipe which Pan the inventor made 
first. When therefore Philetas was got up, and had set himself 
upright on a bench, first he tryed the quills whether they sounded 
clear and sweet; then finding never a Cane was stopt, he played a 
loud and lusty tune. One would not have thought that he had heard but 
one Pipe, the Sound was so high, the consort so full. But by little 
and little remitting that vehemence, he changed it to a softer and 
sweeter tone; and playing with all the dexterousnesse of the art of 
Musick, he shewed upon the Pipe, what Notes were fit for the herds of 
Cowes and Oxen, what agreed with the flocks of Goats, what were 
pleasing to the sheep. The tones for the sheep were soft and sweet, 
those of the herds were vehement; and for the Goats, were sharp and 
shrill. In summe, that single Pipe of his exprest even all the 
Shepherds pipes. Therefore the rest in deep silence sate still, 
delighted and charmed with that Musick. But Dryas rising and bidding 
him strike up a Dionysiac, or Bacchus, fell to dance before them the 
Epilemion, the dance of the Wine-presse. And now he acted to the Life 
the cutting and gathering of the grapes; now the carrying of the 
baskets; then the treading of the grapes in the Presse; then 
presently the tunning of the Wine into the Butts; and then again, 
their joyful and hearty carousing the Must. All these things he 
represented so aptly and clearly in his dancing, that they all 
thought, they verily was before their face, the Vines, the Grapes, 
the Must, the Butts, and that Dryas did drink indeed. This third old 
man when he had pleased them so well with his dance, embraced and 
kist Daphnis and Chloe. Therefore they two rising quickly, fell to 
dancing Lamo's Tale. Daphnis played Pan; and Chloe, Syrinx. He wooes, 
and prayes, to persuade, and win her; she shews her disdain, laughs 
at his love, and flies him. Daphnis followes as to force her, and 
running on his tip-toes, imitates the hooves of Pan. Chloe on the 
other side, acts Syrinx wearied with her flight, and throwes her self 
into the Wood, as she had done into the Fenne. But Daphnis catching 
up that great Pipe of Philetas, playes at first something that was 
dolefull, and bewailing a Lover; then something that made Love, and 
was persuasive to relenting; then an anacletic, or recall from the 
Wood, as from one that dearly sought her; insomuch that Philetas, 
struck with admiration and joy, could not hold from capering: then 
kissing Daphnis, he gave him that Pipe of his, and commanded him to 
leave it to a Successour like himself. Daphnis hanged up his own 
small one to Pan, and when he had kist his Chloe, as returning from a 
true unfeigned flight, he drove home his Flocks, piping all the way. 
Chloe too, by the same Musick gathered together her Flocks, the Goats 
stritting along with the Sheep, because Daphnis walked close by 
Chloe. Thus till it was night they entertained one another with 
pleasure, and agreed to drive out their flocks sooner the next 
morning. And so they did. For as soon as it was day they went out to 
pasture; and when they had first saluted the Nymphs, and then Pan, 
afterwards sitting down under an Oak, they had the musick of Philetas 
his Pipe, in that stillnesse and solitude of the early morning. After 
that, they kist, embrac'd and hugg'd one another, and lay down both 
together on the ground, and doing nothing more than so, rose up 
again. Nor were they incurious of their meat; and for their drink, 
they drank wine mingled with milk. With all which Incentives being 
more heated, and made more lively and forward, they practised between 
them an Erotic Contention, or an amorous Controversie about their 
Love to one another, and thereupon proceeded to bind themselves by 
the faith of Oaths. For Daphnis coming up to Pine, swore by Pan, that 
he would not live alone in this world without Chloe, so much as the 
space of one day: And Chloe swore in the Cave of the Nymphs, that she 
would have the same death, and life with Daphnis. Yet such was the 
Simplicity of Chloe, as being but a Girle, that when she was out of 
the Cave, she demanded another Oath of Daphnis. Daphnis (quoth she) 
Pan is a wanton, faithlesse god; for he loved Pitys, he loved Syrinx 
too. Besides, he never ceases to trouble and vex the Dryads, and to 
sollicite the Nymphs under the Appletrees. Therefore he, if by thy 
faithlessnesse thou shouldst neglect him, would not take care to 
punish thee, although thou shouldst go to more Maids, then there are 
quills in that Pipe. But do thou swear to me by this flock of Goats, 
and by that Goat which was thy Nurse, That thou wilt never forsake 
Chloe, so long as she is faithful to thee; and when she is false and 
injurious to thee and the Nymphs, they flie her, then take her, and 
kill her like a Wolf. Daphnis was pleased with this pretty Jealousie, 
and standing in the midst of his flocks, with one hand laying hold on 
a she-goat, and the other on a he, swore that he would love Chloe 
that loved him, and that if she preferred any other to Daphnis, that 
then in her stead, he would slay that hee-goat. Of this Chloe was 
glad, and believed him as a poor and harmlesse maid, one that was 
bred a Shepherdesse, and thought flocks of Sheep and Goats, were 
proper Numens of the Shepherds. 

The end of the Second Book 




A Summary of the Third Book 
THE Mitylenæans upon that Incursion, send Hippasus their Generall 
with Land-forces against Methymna. But the quarrel is taken up. 
Daphnis and Chloe take it heavily that they are parted by the Winter. 
Daphnis to see her, goes a fowling before Dryas his Cottage, and 
looks as if he minded not her. Dryas brings him to the Feast of 
Dionysius. The Spring returning, they return to their Pastoralls. 
Daphnis complains of his ignorance in the practise of Love. Lycænium 
cousens him, and Cuccolds Chromis. Daphnis, as the Marriners sail by, 
tells Chloe the Tale of the Echo. Many and rich Suitors are now about 
Chloe, and Dryas almost gives his consent. Daphnis is sad as being 
poor: But by direction of the Nymphs he finds a purse full of silver. 
He gives it Dryas, and Chloe is contracted to him; onely Lamo, 
because he was Servant to Dionysophanes, sayes his Lord is to be 
expected that he may ratifie the businesse. Daphnis gives Chloe a 
rare Apple. 




DAPHNIS AND CHLOE 
THE THIRD BOOK 
BUT the Mitylenæans when they heard of the arrivall of those ten 
Ships; and some of the Countrey-men, coming up from the Farms, had 
told them what a plundering and rapin there had bin, thought it too 
disgracefull to be born, and therefore decreed, to raise Arms against 
Methymna. And having chosen out three thousand Targettiers, and five 
hundred Horse, they sent away their General Hippasus by Land, not 
daring to trust the Sea in Winter. He did not as he marcht depopulate 
the Villages of Methymna; nor did he rob the Farms of the Husbandmen, 
or the Pastures of the Shepherds, counting such astions as those to 
suit better with a Latron, then the grand Captain of an Army: but 
hasted up to the Town it self to surprize it. But while he was yet an 
hundred Stadiums off from the Town, an Herald met him with Articles. 
For after that the Methymnæans were informed by the Captives, that 
the Mitylenæans knew nothing of those things that had happened; and 
that the Ploughmen and Shepherds provoking the young Gentlemen, were 
they that were the Causes of all; it repented them of that expedition 
of Bryaxis again a Neighbour-City, as of an Action more precipitant, 
then moderate and wise. And these were the Articles of Agreement: To 
return all the Prey and Spoil that was taken and carried away; To 
have commerce, and trade securely with one another, by Land, and by 
Sea. Therefore Hippasus dispatches away that Herauld to Mitylene, 
although he had bin created the General of the War, and so had power 
to sign as he listed. But pitching his Camp about ten Stadiums from 
Methymna, there he attended Mandates from the City. Two days after, 
the Messenger returned, and brought a command, that they should 
receive the plunder'd Goods, and all the Captives, and march home 
without doing the least harm. Because Methymna, when War, or Peace 
were offered to be chosen, found peace to be more profitable. And 
this quarrel betwixt Methymna and Mitylene, which was of an 
unexpected beginning and end, was thus taken up and composed. And now 
Winter was come on, a winter more bitter then war, to Daphnis and 
Chloe. For on a suddain there fell a great Snow which blinded all the 
paths, stopt up all wayes, and shut up all the Shepherds and Colones. 
The very Torrents were frozen and glazed with Chrystal. The hedges 
and trees lookt as if they had bin clipt and cropt; and there was 
nothing to be seen but stumps. All the ground was hoodwinkt up, but 
that which lay upon the fountains and the rills. And therefore no man 
drove out his flocks to pasture, or did so much as come to the door, 
but about the Cock's crowing made their fires nosehigh; and some spun 
flax, some Tarpaulin for the Sea; others, with all their Sophistry, 
made gins, and nets, and traps for birds. At that time their care was 
employed about the Oxen and Cows that were fodder'd with chaffe in 
the stalls; about the Goats, and about the Sheep, and those which fed 
on green leaves in the sheepcoots and the folds; or else about 
fatting their hogs in the styes with Acorns and other mast. When all 
was thus taken up with their domestick affairs, the other Colones and 
Shepherds were very jovial and merry, as being for a while discharged 
of their labours, and used to have their breakfast betime in the 
morning, when they had slept long winter nights: so that the winter 
was to them more pleasant then the Summer, the Autumne, or the very 
Spring. But Chloe and Daphnis, when they remembered what a sweet 
Conversation they had held before; how they had kist, how they had 
embraced and hugg'd one another, how they had lived at a common 
Scrip, all which were now pleasures lost; now they had long and 
sleeplesse nights, now they were alwaies sad and pensive, and desired 
nothing so much as a quick retrive of the Spring, to become their 
regeneration and return from death. Besides this, it was their grief 
and complaint, if but a Scrip came to their hands out of which they 
had eaten before in the fields; or a Sillibub-piggin, out of which 
they had used to drink: or if they chanced to see a Pipe laid aside 
and neglected, such as had bin not long before, the Gift of a dear 
friend, or a Lover. And therefore they prayed to Pan, and the Nymphs, 
that they would deliver them from these evils and miseries, and shew 
to them and their flocks the Sun again. Both praying the same thing, 
they labour'd too, and cast about to find a way, by which they might 
come to see one another. Poor Chloe was void of all counsell, and had 
no device nor plot. For the old woman, her reputed mother, was by her 
continually, and taught her to card the fine wooll, and twirle the 
Spindle, or else was still a clocking for her, and ever and anon 
casting in words, and twatling to her about her marriage. But 
Daphnis, who was now at leisure enough, and was of a more projecting 
wit than she, devised this Sophism to see her. Before Dryas his 
Cottage, and indeed under the very Cottage itself, there grew two 
tall myrtles and an Ivie-bush. The Myrtles stood not far from one 
another, and between them the Ivie ran, and so, that it made a kind 
of arbour by clasping the arms about them both, and by the order, the 
thicknesse and interweaving of its branches and leaves; many and 
great clusters of berries, hanging like those of the Vines upon the 
palmits. And therefore it was, that great aore of winter birds 
haunted the bush, for want (it seems) of food abroad; many 
blackbirds, many Thrushes, Stockdoves and Starlings, with other birds 
that feed on berries. Under pretext of birding there, Daphnis came 
out, his Scrip furnished with Country dainties, bringing with him to 
persuade and affirm his meaning, snares and lime-twigs for the 
purpose. The place lay off about ten furlongs; and yet the Snow that 
lay unmelted, found him somewhat to do to passe through it. But all 
things are pervious to Love, even Fire, Water, and Scythian Snowes. 
Therefore, plodding through, he came up to the Cottage, and when he 
had shook the Snow from his thighs, he set his snares, and prickt his 
lime-twiggs. Then he sate down, and thought of nothing carefully, but 
of Chloe and the birds. Their flew to the bushes many birds, and a 
sufficient number was taken to busie Daphnis a thousand ways, in 
running up and down, in gathering, killing, and depluming his game. 
But no body stirred out of the Cottage; not a man or woman to be 
seen, not so much as a henne at the door; but all were shut up in the 
warm house: so that now poor Daphnis knew not what in the world to 
do, but was at a stand, as if he had come unluckily a fowling. And 
assuredly he would have ventured to intrude himself, if he could but 
have found out some specious cause, and plausible enough; and so 
deliberated with himself, what was the likeliest to be said. I came 
to fetch fire, and was there none within ten furlongs nearer to 
Lamo's? I came to borrow bread, but thy Scrip is stufft with Cakes. I 
wanted Wine; thy Vintage was but t'other day. A Wolf pursued me; 
where are the tracings of a Wolf? I came hither to catch Birds; And 
when thou hast catcht them, why gettest thou not thy self home? I 
have a mind to see Chloe; but how can any body confesse such a thing 
as that to the Father and Mother of a Maid? Besides, the Servants are 
at a deep silence, and all at home. But there is not one of all these 
things that carries not Suspition with it. Therefore it's better to 
be silent. But I shall see Chloe at the first peeping of the Spring, 
since (as it seems) the Fates prohibit it in Winter. 

These thoughts cast up and down in his anxious mind, and his prey 
taken up, he thinks to be gone, and makes away. But then, as if Love 
himself had pitied his cause, it happened thus: Dryas and his Family 
had a Feast, the meat was taken up, and divided to Messes, the boord 
was covered, the Crater set and trimm'd. But one of the flock-dogs 
took his time while they were busie, and ran out adoors with a 
shoulder of mutton. Dryas was vext, for that belonged to his Messe, 
and snatching up a club, followed at his heels as if it had bin 
another dog. This pursuit brought him up to the Ivie, where he espyed 
the young Daphnis packing away with his birds on his back. With that, 
forgetting the dog, and the flesh, he cries out amain: Hail boy, hail 
boy; and fell on his neck to kisse him, and catching him by the hand, 
led him along into the house. And then it wanted but a little that 
Daphnis and Chloe fell not both to the ground, when at first they saw 
one another: yet while they setrove with themselves to strand 
upright, there past salutations and kisses between them, and those to 
them were as pillars and sustentations to hold them from toppling 
into swoones. Daphnis having now got, beyond all hope, not onely a 
kisse, but Chloe her self too, sate down by the fire, and laid upon 
the table his blackbirds, Stock-doves, and Thrushes; and fell to tell 
them, how tedious the businesse of the house, and keeping within had 
bin to him, and that therefore he was come out to recreate himself, 
and, as they saw, to catch birds; how he had taken some with lime-
twigs, some with snares as they were feeding greedily upon the Ivie 
and the myrtle-berries. They on the other side fell to commend and 
praise Daphnis, as if Apollo himself had bin their stranger; and 
commanded Chloe to wait on them, and fill their wine. She with a 
merry countenance filled to the rest; and after them somewhat 
frowningly to Daphnis: For she feigned a pretty anger, because that 
when he was there, he would offer to go away in such a manner, and 
not see her. Yet before she gave it to him, she kist the Cup, and 
sipt a little, and so gave it. Daphnis, although he was almost choakt 
for want of drink, drank slowly, tickling himself by that delay, with 
longer pleasure. Dinner was done, and the Table voided; and every 
body began to ask, how Lamo and Myratle had gone a great while, and 
so went on to pronounce them happy folks, who had got such a stay, 
and cherisher of their old age. And it was no small pleasure to 
Daphnis to be praised so in the hearing of Chloe. And when besides 
they said, That he must and should tarry with them the next day, 
because it was their Sacrifice to Bacchus, it wanted but a little 
that for very pleasure the ravisht Lover had worshipped them, instead 
of Bacchus himself; and therefore presently he drew out of his Scrip 
good store of sweet-cakes, and his birds were order'd to be made 
ready for Supper. A fresh Crater of wine was set, a new fire was 
kindled up; and when it was night, their second Table brought in: 
when Supper was done, and part of their time was spent in telling of 
old Tales, part in singing some of the ditties of the fields, they 
went to bed; Chloe with her Mother, Daphnis with Dryas. But then 
nothing was sweet and pleasant to poor Chloe, but that the next 
morning she should see her Daphnis again. And Daphnis entertained the 
night himself with a fantastick, empty pleasure; for it was sweet to 
his imagination, to lye but with the Father of Chloe, and he dreamed 
to himself that even there he embraced and kist her. In the morning 
it was a sharp frost, and the North wind was very nipping, when they 
all rose and prepared to celebrate. With solemn invocations to 
Bacchus, Dryas sacrificed a ramme, and a huge fire was built up to 
rost the meat. While Nape was making the holy bread, and Dryas 
rosting the Ramme, Daphnis and Chloe had time to go forth as far as 
the Ivie-bush; and when he had set his snares again, they had a sweet 
Collation of Kisses without intermission, and then a dear 
Conversation in the Language of Love. Chloe, I came for thy sake. I 
know it, Daphnis. 'Tis long of thee that I destroy the poor birds. 
And am I no-body in thy account? Remember me. I remember thee by the 
Nymphs, by whom heretofore I have sworn in yonder Cave, whither we 
will go as soon as ever the Snow melts. But it lies very deep, Chloe, 
and I fear I shall melt first. Courage man, the Sun burns hot. I 
would it burnt like that fire which now burns my very heart. You do 
but gibe and cousen me! I do not, by the Goats, by which thou didst 
once bid me to swear to thee. While Chloe was holding on her 
Antiphona to Daphnis, Nape call'd, and in they ran, with more birds 
then had been taken the day before. Now when they had made a libation 
of the first of the Crater to Dionysius, they fell to their meat, 
with Ivie Crownes upon their heads: and when it was time, having 
cryed the Jacchus and Euous, they sent away Daphnis his Scrip first 
cramm'd with flesh and bread. They gave him too, the Stock-doves and 
Thrushes to carry to Lamo and Myrtale, as being like to catch 
themselves more while the frost and Ivie lasted. And so Daphnis went 
his way when he had kist the rest first, and then Chloe, that he 
might carry along with him, her Kisse untoucht and intire: and by 
other devices he came often thither, that the Winter might not escape 
away wholly, without some fruition of the sweets of Love. 

It was now the beginning of the Spring, the Snow was gone, the Earth 
uncovered, and all was green, when the other Shepherds drove out 
their flocks to pasture, and Chloe and Daphnis before the rest, as 
being Servants to greater Shepherds. And forthwith they took their 
course up to the Nymphs, and that Cave, thence to Pan and his pipe; 
afterwards to their own Oak, where they sate down to look to their 
flocks, and kisse, and clip insatiably. They sought about for flowers 
too to crown the Statues of the Nymphs. The soft breath of Zephyrus 
and the warm Sun, had brought some forth; and there were then to be 
found the Violet, the Daffodil, the Primrose, with the other primes, 
and dawnings of the Spring. And when they had crown'd the Statues of 
the gods with them, they made a Libation with new milk from the 
Sheep, and from the Goats. They began too to play on the Pipe, and to 
provoke and challenge the Nightingale with their Musick, and Song. 
The Nightingales answer'd softly from the Groves and resuming their 
long intermitted Song, began to jug and warble their Tereus and Ity's 
again. Here and there, not without pleasure, the blating of the 
flocks was heard, and the Lambs came skipping and inclined themselves 
obliquely under the damms to riggle and nussle at their dugs. But 
those which had not yet teemed, the Rams pursued; and when with some 
pains they had made them stand, one rid another. There were seen too 
the Chases of the he-goats, and their lascivious ardent leaps. 
Sometimes they had battels for the she's, and every one had his own 
wives, and kept them sollicitously, that no skulking adulterer should 
set upon them. 

The old men seeing such incendiary fights as these, were prickt to 
Venus: but the Young, and such as of themselves did itch, and for 
some time had longed for the pleasure of Love, were wholly inflamed 
with what they heard, and melted away with what they saw, and lookt 
for something far more excelent then kisses and embraces were: and 
amongst them was Daphnis chief. Therefore he, as being now grown up 
and lusty by keeping at home, and following easie businesse all the 
Winter, was carried furiously to kissing, and stung with the desire 
to embrace, and close; and, in what he did, was now more curious, and 
more rampant then ever before. And therefore he began to ask of Chloe 
that she would give him free leave to do with her what he listed, and 
that she would lye naked with him naked, and longer too then they 
were wont: For there was nothing but that remaining of the Institutes 
of old Philetas, and that he would try, as the onely Canon, the onely 
med'cine to ease the pain of Love. 

But Chloe asking him, whether anything remain'd more than kissing, 
embracing, and lying together upon the ground; or what he could do by 
lying naked upon a naked Girle? That (quoth he) which the Rams use to 
do with the Ewes, and the he-Goats with the She's. Do you not see, 
how after that work, neither these run away, nor those weary 
themselves in pursuit of them; but afterwards how enjoying a common 
pleasure, they feed together quietly. That . . . as it seems is a 
sweet practice, and such as can master the bitternesse of Love. 

How Daphnis? And dost thou not see the she-Goats and the Ewes, the he-
Goats and the Rams, how these do their work standing, and those 
suffer standing too; these leaping and those admitting them upon 
their backs? And yet thou askest me to lye down, and that naked. But 
how much rougher are they then I, although I have all my Clothes on? 

Daphnis is persuaded, and laying her down, lay down with her, and lay 
long; but knowing how to do nothing of that he was mad to do, lifted 
her up, and endeavour'd to imitate the Goats. But at the first 
finding a mere frustration there, he sate up, and lamented to 
himself, that he was more unskilfull than a very Tup in the practice 
of the mystery and the Art of Love. But there was a certain neighbour 
of his, a landed man, Chromis his name, and was now by his age 
somewhat declining. He married out of the City a young, fair, and 
buxome girle, one that was too fine and delicate for the Country, and 
a Clown: Her name was Lycænium; and she observing Daphnis as every 
day early in the morning he drove out his Goats to the fields, and 
home again at the first twilight, had a great mind to purchase the 
youth by gifts to become her sweetheart. And therefore once when she 
had sculkt for her opportunity, and catcht him alone, she gave him a 
curious fine pipe, some pretious honey-combs, and a new Scrip of Stag-
skin: but durst not break her mind to him, because she could easily 
conjecture at that dear love he bore to Chloe. For she saw him wholly 
addicted to the girle: which indeed she might well perceive before, 
by the winking, nodding, laughing and tittering that was between 
them: but one morning she made Chromis believe that she was to go to 
a womans labour, and followed softly behind them two at some 
distance, and then slipt away into a thicket and hid herself, and so 
could hear all that they said, and see too all that they did; and the 
lamenting untaught Daphnis was perfectly within her reach. Wherefore 
she began to condole the condition of the wretched Lovers, and 
finding that she had light upon a double opportunity; this, to the 
preservation of' them; that, to satisfie her own wanton desire, she 
projected to accomplish both by this device. The next day making as 
if she were to go a Gossipping again, she came up openly to the Oak 
where Daphnis and Chloe were sitting together; and when she had 
skilfully counterfeited that she was feared, Help ( Daphnis) help me, 
(quoth she), An Eagle has carried away from me the goodliest Goose of 
twenty in a flock, which yet, by reason of the great weight, she was 
not able to carry to the top of that her wonted high crag, but is 
fallen down with her into yonder Cops. For the Nymph's sake, and this 
Pan's, do thou Daphnis go in to the Wood, and rescue my Goose. For I 
dare not go in my self alone. Let me not thus lose the Tale of my 
Geese. And it may be thou mayest kill the Eagle too, and then she 
will scarce come hither any more to prey upon the Kids and Lambs. 
Chloe for so long will look to the flock; the Goats know her as thy 
perpetuall Companion in the fields. Now Daphnis suspecting nothing of 
that that was intended, gets up quickly, and taking his aaff followed 
Lycænium, who lead him a great way off from Chloe. But when they were 
come to the thickest part of the wood, and she had bid him sit down 
by a Fountain: Daphnis (quoth she) Thou dost love Chloe, and that I 
learned last night of the Nymphs. Those tears which yesterday thou 
didst pour down, were shewn to me in a dream by them, and they 
commanded me, that I should save thee, and teach thee the secret 
practices of Love. But those are not Kisses, nor embracing, nor yet 
such things as thou seest the Rams, and the he-goats do. There are 
other leaps, there are other friskins than those, and far sweeter 
than them. For unto these there appertains a much longer duration of 
pleasure. If then thou wouldst be rid of thy misery, and make an 
Experiment of that pleasure, and sweetnesse which you have sought, 
and mist so long, come on, deliver thy self to me a sweet Schollar, 
and I, to gratifie the Nymphs, will be thy Mistris. At this Daphnis 
as being a rustick Goat-herd, a Sanguin Youth, and burning in desire, 
could not contain himself for meer pleasure, and that Lubency that he 
had to be taught; but throwes himself at the foot of Lycænium, and 
begs of her, That she would teach him quickly that Art, by which he 
should be able, as he would, to do Chloe; and he should not only 
accept it as a rare and brave thing sent from the gods, but for her 
kindnesse he would give her too a young Kid, some of the finest new-
milk Cheeses; nay, besides, he promised her the dam her self. 
Wherefor Lycænium now she had found the Goat-herd so willing and 
forward beyond her expectation, began to instruct the Lad thus -- She 
bid him sit down as near to her as possibly he could, and that he 
should kisse her as close and as often as he used to kisse Chloe; and 
while he kist her to clip her in his arms and hugg her to him, and 
lye down with her upon the ground. As now he was sitting, and 
kissing, and lay down with her; She, when she saw him itching to be 
at her, lifted him up from the reclination on his side, and slipping 
under, not without art, directed him to her Fancie, the place so long 
desired and sought. Of that which happened after this, there was 
nothing done that was strange, nothing that was insolent: the Lady 
Nature and Lycenium shewed him how to do the rest. This wanton 
Information being over, Daphnis, who had ftill a Childish Pastorall 
mind, would presently be gone, and run up to Chloe, to have an 
experiment with her, how much he had profited by that magistery, as 
if indeed he had bin afraid lest staying but a little longer, he 
could forget to do his trick. But: Lycenium intercepted him thus: 
Thou art yet Daphnis, to learn this besides: I who am a woman, have 
suffered nothing in this close with thee, but what I am well 
acquainted withall. For heretofore another Youth taught me to play at 
this sport, and for his pains, he had my maidenhead. But if thou 
strive with Chloe in this list, she will squeak, and cry out, and 
bleed as if she were stickt. But be not thou afraid of her bleeding; 
but when thou hast persuaded her to thy pleasure, bring her hither 
into this place, that although she should cry and roar, no body can 
hear; and if she bleed, here's a clear Fountain, she may wash; and do 
thou, Daphnis, never forget it, that I before Chloe made thee a man. 
These advertisements given, Lycenium kist him, and went away through 
another glade of the Wood, as if still she would look for her Goose. 
But Daphnis considering with himself what had been said, remitted 
much of that impetuous heat he had to Chloe. For he durst not venture 
to presse her beyond his former kissing and embracing: because he 
could not endure that she should make an outcry, as against an Enemy, 
or shed tears for any grief or anguish from him, and much lesse that 
she should bleed, as if she had bin slain by Daphnis. For he himself 
not long before had had some experience of that when he was beaten by 
the Methymnæans; and therefore he abhorred blood, and thought verily 
that no blood could follow but onely from a wound. His resolution 
therefore was, to do with her as he had done before, and imagine 
pleasure on this side the traverse; and so he comes out of the Wood 
up to the place where Chloe sate platting a Garland of Violets, and 
tells her he had rescued the Goose and kill'd the Eagle; then 
flinging his arms about her, and clasping her to him, kist her as he 
did Lycenium in that sweet sport that he was lately at: For that he 
might do, because that seemed to have no danger in it. But Chloe fits 
the chaplet to his head, and then kisses his locks as fairer and 
sweeter then the Violets, and out of her Scrip she gave him of her 
Cakes and Simnels to eat, and snatcht it by stealth from his mouth 
again as he was eating, and fed like a wanton, harmlesse bird. While 
thus they eat and take more kisses than bits, they saw a Fisher-mans 
boat come by. The wind was down, the Sea was smooth, and there was a 
great Calm. Wherefore when they saw there was need of rowing, they 
fell to ply the Oars stoutly. For they made haste to bring in a 
delicate sort of fish newly-salted, to fit the palates of the richer 
Citizens of Mitylene. That therefore which other Marriners use to do 
to elude the tediousnesse of labour, these began, and held on, as 
they rowed along. There was one amongst them, that was the Celeustes, 
or the hortator to ply, and he had certain nautic-odes, or Sea-songs: 
the rest like a Chorus all together strained their throats to a loud 
hollà, and catcht his voice at certain intervals. While they did thus 
in the open Sea, the clamor vanisht, as being diffused in the vast 
ayr. But when they came under any Promontore, or into a flexuous, 
horned, hollow bay, there as the voice was heard stronger, so the 
Songs of the Celeusmata, or hortaments to the answering Marriners, 
fell clearer to the Land. The hollow valley below received into it 
self, that shrill sound as into an Organ, and by an imitating voice 
rendered from it self all that was said, all that was done, and 
everything distinctly by it self; by it self the clattering of the 
Oars: by it self the whooping of the Sea-men: and certainly it was a 
most pleasant hearing. The Sound coming first from the Sea, the Sound 
from the Land ended so much the later, by how much it was slower to 
begin. Daphnis therefore taking special notice of the Musick attended 
wholly to the Sea, and was sweetly affected, endeavouring while the 
Pinnace glided by like a bird in the ayr, to preserve to himself some 
of those tones to play afterwards upon his Pipe. But Chloe having 
then had her firstt experience of that which is called Echo, now cast 
her eyes towards the Sea, minding the loud Celeusmata of the 
Marriners; now to the Woods, seeking for those who answer'd from 
thence with such a clamor, and when, because the Pinnace was past 
away, there was a deep silence in the valley, she askt of Daphnis, 
Whether there was another Sea beyond the Promontore, and another Ship 
did passe by there? And whether there were other Mariners that sung 
the same Songs, and all were whisht and kept silence together? 
Daphnis laught sweetly at this, and giving her a sweeter kisse, put 
the violet chaplet upon her head, and began to tell her the Tale of 
Echo, requiring first, that when he had taught her that, he should 
have of her for his wages, ten kisses more: There are of the Nymphs, 
(my dear Girle) more kinds than one. There are the Melicœ, there are 
the Dryades, there are the Eliœ; all are beautiful, all are musical. 
To one of these Echo was daughter; and she mortal, because she came 
of a mortall Father; but a rare beauty, deriving from a beauteous 
mother. She was educated by the Nymphs, and taught by the Muses to 
sing, to play on the Pipe, to strike the Lyre, to touch the Lute; and 
in summe, all musick. And therefore when she was grown up, and in the 
flower of her Virgin beauty, she danc'd together with the Nymphs, and 
sung in consort with the Muses; but fled from all males whether Men 
or gods; because she loved Virginity. Pan sees that, and takes 
occasion to be angry at the maid, and to envy her musick, because he 
could not come at her beauty. Therefore he sends a madnesse amongst 
the Shepherds and Goatherds; and they in a desperate fury like so 
many Doggs and Wolves, tore her all to pieces, and flung about them 
all over the Earth, her yet Singing Limbs. The Earth in observance of 
the Nymphs, buried them all, preserving to them still their musick-
property: and they by an everlasting Sentence and decree of the Muses 
breathe out a voice, and they imitate all things now, as she did then 
before a Maid, the gods, Men, Organs, Beasts: Pan himself she 
imitates too, when he plays on the Pipe, which when he hears, he 
bounces out, and begins to follow her over the Mountains, not so much 
to catch her, and hold her, as to know what clandestin Schollar that 
is that he has got. When Daphnis thus had told his Tale, Chloe gave 
him not onely ten, but innumerable kisses. For Echo said almost the 
same, and bore him witnesse that he did not lie. But now when the Sun 
was grown more burning, the Spring going out, and Summer coming in, 
they were invited to new, and Summer pleasure. Daphnis, he swome in 
the Rivers; Chloe, she bathed in the Springs: he with his Pipe 
contended with the Pines; she with her voice strove with the 
Nightingales. Sometimes they hunted the pratling Locusts; sometimes 
they catcht the chirping Grasshoppers, they gather'd flowers, they 
shak't the Trees for mellow Fruits -- And now and then they lay 
together naked on a Goat-skin, That still they took along with them. 
And Chloe undoubtedly had lost her maidenhead, but that Daphnis was 
terrified with the thought of blood. And therefore, fearing lest one 
time or another his Reason should be master'd by his Love, he seldom 
bid Chloe turn herself naked to dally with him; which Chloe wondered 
at; but her bashfulnesse would not let her ask him the reason of it. 
That Summer Chloe had many Suitors, and many came from many places to 
Dryas to get his good will to have her. Some brought their gifts 
along with them; others promised great matters. Nape was tempted by 
her hope, and began to perswade that the Girle should be bestowed, 
and to urge that a maid of her age, should not longer be kept at 
home; for who knows whether one time or other, she may not lose her 
maidenhead for an apple, or a rose as she keeps the field, and make 
some unworthy Shepherd a man, and her husband; and therefore it was 
better she should now be made the Dame of the house, and when they 
had got sufficiently by her, it should be laid up for their Son; for 
of late they had born a jolly boy. But Dryas was variously affected 
with what was said; sometimes he was pleas'd: for greater gifts were 
named to him by every one, then suited a rural Girle, a Shepherdesse: 
Sometimes again, he thought the Maid deserved better, then to be 
married to a Clown, and that, if ever she should find her true 
Parents, she might make him and his Family happy: then he defers his 
answer to the Wooers, and puts them on from day to day, and in the 
interim has many Presents. When Chloe came to the knowledge of this, 
she was very sad, and yet she hid it long from Daphnis, because she 
would not give him a cause of grief. But when he was importunate, and 
urged her to tell him what the matter was, and seemed to be more 
troubled when he knew it not, than he should be when he knew it: 
then, poor Girle, she told him all the words, by which Nape incited 
Dryas to marry her speedily; and how Dryas had not denyed it, but 
onely had put it off to the Vintage. Daphnis with this is at his wits 
end, and sitting down he wept bitterly, and said, that, if Chloe were 
taken from him, he would die and not onely he, but all the flocks 
that lost so sweet a Shepherdesse. After this passion Daphnis came to 
himself again, and took courage, thinking he should perswade Dryas in 
his own behalf, and resolved to put himself among the Wooers, with 
hope that his desert would say for him, Room for your Betters. There 
was one thing troubled him worst of all; and that was, his Father 
Lamo was not rich; that disheartened him, that allayed his hope much. 
Neverthelesse, it seem'd best that he should come in for a Suitor, 
and that Chloe's sentence too. To Lamo he durst not venture to speak, 
but put on a good face, and spoke to Myrtale, and did not onely shew 
her his Love, but talk't to her of marrying the Girle and in the 
night, when they were in bed, she acquainted Lamo with it. But Lamo 
entertaining what she said in that case very harshly, and chiding her 
that she should offer to make a match between a Shepherds daughter, 
and such a Youth as he, whose monuments did declare him a great 
Fortune, and of high extraction; and one, that if his true Parents 
were found, would not only make them free, but possessors of larger 
Lands: Myrtale considering the power of Love, and therefore fearing, 
if he should altogether despair the marriage, lest he should attempt 
something upon his life' return'd him other causes then Lamo had' to 
contradict it: My Son, we are but poor' and have more need to take a 
Bride that does bring us something, then one that will have much from 
us. They on the other side are rich; and such as look for rich 
husbands. Go thou and perswade Chloe, and let her perswade her 
Father, that he shall ask no great matter, and give you his consent 
to marry; for on my life she loves thee dearly, and had rather a 
thousand times lye with a poor and handsome man, then a rich Monkey. 
And now Myrtale, who never hoped that Dryas would consent to these 
things, because there were so many rich Wooers, thought she had 
finely excused to him, their refusing of the marriage. Daphnis knew 
not what to say against this, and so finding himself far enough off 
from what he desired; that which is usual with Lovers who are 
beggars, that he did. With tears he lamented his condition, and again 
implored the help of the Nymphs. They appeared to him in the night in 
his sleep, in the same form and habit as before; and she that was 
eldest spoke again: Some other of the gods takes the care about the 
marrying of Chloe: but we shall furnish thee with gifts, which will 
easily make her Father Dryas. That Ship of the Methymnæans, when thy 
Goats had eaten her cable, that very day was carried off by the winds 
far from the shore. That night there rose a tempestuous Sea -- wind 
that blew to the Land, and dasht her against the rocks; there she 
perisht with all that was in her. But the waves cast up a purse, in 
which there are three thousand Drachma's, and that thou shalt find 
cover'd with Ouse hard by a dead Dolphin, near which no passenger 
comes, but turns another way as fast as he can, detesting the stench 
of the rotting fish. But do thou make haste thither, take it, and 
give it to Dryas. And let it suffice that now thou art not poor, and 
hereafter in time thou shalt be rich. This spoken, they past away 
together for the night. It was now day, and Daphnis leapt out of bed 
as full of joy as his heart could hold, and hurried his Goats before 
him to the field; and after he had kist Chloe, and adored the Nymphs, 
to the Sea he goes, making as if that morning he had a mind to bedew 
himself with Sea-water. And walking there upon the gravell near the 
line of the excursion and breaking of the waves, he lookt for his 
three thousand Drachma's. But soon he found he should not be put to 
much labour. For the stench of the Dolphin had reacht him, as he lay 
cast up, and was rotting upon the flabby sand. When he had got that 
sent for his guide, he came up presently to the place, and removing 
the ouse, found the purse full of silver. He took it up, and put it 
into his Scrip, yet went not away till with joyfull devotion he had 
blest the Nymphs and the Sea. For though he was a keeper of Goats, 
yet he was now obliged to the Sea: and had a sweeter sense of that, 
then the Land, because it had promoted him to marry Chloe. Thus 
having got his three thousand Drachma's, he made no longer stay; but, 
as if now, he were not onely richer than any of the Colones that 
dwelt there, but then any man that trod on the ground, he hastens to 
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