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:

1849Come Sister: Shepheardesse, looke on him better

1850And be not proud, though all the world could see,

1851None could be so abus'd in sight as hee.

1853Phe. Dead Shepheard, now I find thy saw of might,

1854Who euer lov'd, that lou'd not at first sight?

1855Sil. Sweet Phebe.

1856Phe. Hah: what saist thou Siluius?

1857Sil. Sweet Phebe pitty me.

1858Phe. Why I am sorry for thee gentle Siluius.

1859Sil. Where euer sorrow is, reliefe would be:

1860If you doe sorrow at my griefe in loue,

1861By giuing loue your sorrow, and my griefe

1862Were both extermin'd.

1863Phe. Thou hast my loue, is not that neighbourly?

1864Sil. I would haue you.

1865Phe. Why that were couetousnesse:

1866Siluius; the time was, that I hated thee;

1867And yet it is not, that I beare thee loue,

1868But since that thou canst talke of loue so well,

1869Thy company, which erst was irkesome to me

1870I will endure; and Ile employ thee too:

1871But doe not looke for further recompence

1872Then thine owne gladnesse, that thou art employd.

1873Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my loue,

1874And I in such a pouerty of grace,

1875That I shall thinke it a most plenteous crop

1876To gleane the broken eares after the man

1877That the maine haruest reapes: loose now and then

1878A scattred smile, and that Ile liue vpon.

1880Sil. Not very well, but I haue met him oft,

1881And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds

1882That the old Carlot once was Master of.

1883Phe. Thinke not I loue him, though I ask for him,

1884'Tis but a peeuish boy, yet he talkes well,

1885But what care I for words? yet words do well

1886When he that speakes them pleases those that heare:

1887It is a pretty youth, not very prettie,

1888But sure hee's proud, and yet his pride becomes him;

1889Hee'll make a proper man: the best thing in him

1890Is his complexion: and faster then his tongue

1891Did make offence, his eye did heale it vp:

1892He is not very tall, yet for his yeeres hee's tall:

1893His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well:

1894There was a pretty rednesse in his lip,

1895A little riper, and more lustie red

1896Then that mixt in his cheeke: 'twas iust the difference

1897Betwixt the constant red, and mingled Damaske.

1898There be some women Siluius, had they markt him

1899In parcells as I did, would haue gone neere

1900To fall in loue with him: but for my part

1901I loue him not, nor hate him not: and yet

1902Haue more cause to hate him then to loue him,

1903For what had he to doe to chide at me?

1904He said mine eyes were black, and my haire blacke,

1905And now I am remembred, scorn'd at me:

1906I maruell why I answer'd not againe,

1907But that's all one: omittance is no quittance:

1908Ile write to him a very tanting Letter,

1909And thou shalt beare it, wilt thou Siluius?

1910Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.

1911Phe. Ile write it strait:

1912The matter's in my head, and in my heart,

1913I will be bitter with him, and passing short;