1725Cel. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana: a

1726Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie,

1727the very yce of chastity is in them.

1728Rosa. But why did hee sweare hee would come this

1729morning, and comes not?

1730Cel. Nay certainly there is no truth in him.

1731Ros. Doe you thinke so?

1732Cel. Yes, I thinke he is not a picke purse, nor a horse-

1733stealer, but for his verity in loue, I doe thinke him as

1734concaue as a couered goblet, or a Worme-eaten nut.

1735Ros. Not true in loue?

1736Cel. Yes, when he is in, but I thinke he is not in.

1737Ros. You haue heard him sweare downright he was.

1738Cel. Was, is not is: besides, the oath of Louer is no

1739stronger then the word of a Tapster, they are both the

1740confirmer of false reckonings, he attends here in the for-

1741rest on the Duke your father.

1742Ros. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much que-

1743stion with him: he askt me of what parentage I was; I

1744told him of as good as he, so he laugh'd and let mee goe.

1745But what talke wee of Fathers, when there is such a man

1746as Orlando?

1747Cel. O that's a braue man, hee writes braue verses,

1748speakes braue words, sweares braue oathes, and breakes

1749them brauely, quite trauers athwart the heart of his lo-

1750uer, as a puisny Tilter, y^t spurs his horse but on one side,

1751breakes his staffe like a noble goose; but all's braue that

1752youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes heere?

1754Corin. Mistresse and Master, you haue oft enquired

1755After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue,

1756Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph,

1757Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse

1758That was his Mistresse.

1759Cel. Well: and what of him?

1760Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid

1761Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue,

1762And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine,

1763Goe hence a little, and I shall conduct you

1764If you will marke it.

1765Ros. O come, let vs remoue,

1766The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue:

1767Bring vs to this sight, and you shall say

1771Sil. Sweet Phebe doe not scorne me, do not Phebe

1772Say that you loue me not, but say not so

1773In bitternesse; the common executioner

1774Whose heart th'accustom'd sight of death makes hard

1775Falls not the axe vpon the humbled neck,

1776But first begs pardon: will you sterner be

1777Then he that dies and liues by bloody drops?

1779Phe. I would not be thy executioner,

1780I flye thee, for I would not iniure thee:

1781Thou tellst me there is murder in mine eye,

1782'Tis pretty sure, and very probable,

1783That eyes that are the frailst, and softest things,

1784Who shut their coward gates on atomyes,

1785Should be called tyrants, butchers, murtherers.

1786Now I doe frowne on thee with all my heart,

1787And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:

1788Now counterfeit to swound, why now fall downe,

1789Or if thou canst not, oh for shame, for shame,

1790Lye not, to say mine eyes are murtherers:

1791Now shew the wound mine eye hath made in thee,

1792Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remaines

1793Some scarre of it: Leane vpon a rush

1794The Cicatrice and capable impressure

1795Thy palme some moment keepes: but now mine eyes

1796Which I haue darted at thee, hurt thee not,

1797Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes

1798That can doe hurt.

1799Sil. O deere Phebe,

1800If euer (as that euer may be neere)

1801You meet in some fresh cheeke the power of fancie,

1802Then shall you know the wouuds inuisible

1803That Loues keene arrows make.

1804Phe. But till that time

1805Come not thou neere me: and when that time comes,

1806Afflict me with thy mockes, pitty me not,

1807As till that time I shall not pitty thee.

1808Ros. And why I pray you? who might be your mother

1809That you insult, exult, and all at once

1810Ouer the wretched? what though you hau no beauty

1811As by my faith, I see no more in you

1812Then without Candle may goe darke to bed:

1813Must you be therefore prowd and pittilesse?

1814Why what meanes this? why do you looke on me?

1815I see no more in you then in the ordinary

1816Of Natures sale-worke? 'ods my little life,

1817I thinke she meanes to tangle my eies too:

1818No faith proud Mistresse, hope not after it,

1819'Tis not your inkie browes, your blacke silke haire,

1820Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheeke of creame

1821That can entame my spirits to your worship:

1822You foolish Shepheard, wherefore do you follow her

1823Like foggy South, puffing with winde and raine,

1824You are a thousand times a properer man

1825Then she a woman. 'Tis such fooles as you

1826That makes the world full of ill-fauourd children:

1827'Tis not her glasse, but you that flatters her,

1828And out of you she sees her selfe more proper

1829Then any of her lineaments can show her:

1830But Mistris, know your selfe, downe on your knees

1831And thanke heauen, fasting, for a good mans loue;

1832For I must tell you friendly in your eare,

1833Sell when you can, you are not for all markets:

1834Cry the man mercy, loue him, take his offer,

1835Foule is most foule, being foule to be a scoffer.

1836So take her to thee Shepheard, fare you well.

1837Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a yere together,

1838I had rather here you chide, then this man wooe.

1839Ros. Hees falne in loue with your foulnesse, & shee'll

1840Fall in loue with my anger. If it be so, as fast

1841As she answeres thee with frowning lookes, ile sauce

1842Her with bitter words: why looke you so vpon me?

1843Phe. For no ill will I beare you.

1844Ros. I pray you do not fall in loue with mee,

1845For I am falser then vowes made in wine:

1846Besides, I like you not: if you will know my house,

1847'Tis at the tufft of Oliues, here hard by:

1848Will you goe Sister? Shepheard ply her hard: