17291584Sheele be a souldior to, sheele to the wars.

17301585Mor. Good father tell her, that she and my Aunt Percy

17311586Shal follow in your conduct speedily.

17341589Glen. She is desperate here,

17351590A peeuish selfe wild harlotrie, one that no perswasion can doe

17381593Mor. I vnderstand thy lookes, that prettie Welsh,

17391594Which thou powrest downe from these swelling heauens,

17401595I am too perfect in, and but for shame

17411596In such a parley should I answere thee.

17431598Mor. I vnderstand thy kisses, and thou mine,

17441599And thats a feeling disputation,

17451600But I will neuer be a truant loue,

17461601Till I haue learnt thy language, for thy tongue

17471602Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly pend,

17481603Sung by a faire Queene in a summers bowre,

17491604With rauishing diuision to her Lute.

17501605Glen. Nay, if you melt, then will she run mad.

17521607Mor. O I am ignorance it selfe in this.

17531608Glen. She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you downe,

17551609And rest your gentle head vpon her lap,

17561610And she will sing the song that pleaseth you,

17571611And on your eyelids crowne the God of sleepe,

17581612Charming your bloud with pleasing heauinesse,

17591613Making such difference twixt wake and sleepe,

17601614As is the difference betwixt day and night,

17611615The houre before the heauenly harnest teeme

17621616Begins his golden progresse in the east.

17631617Mor. With all my heart ile sit and heare her sing,

17641618By that time will our booke I thinke be drawne.

17651619Glen. Do so, & those musitions that shal play to you,

17671620Hang in the aire a thousand leagues from hence,

17681621And straight they shalbe here, sit and attend.

F.iii Hot.