2201An Inocent, and I was very angry.

2202But what of her Sir?

2203Woo. Nothing but my pitty; but you must know it, and(as good by me

2204As by an other that lesse loves her:

2205Iay. Well Sir.

22061. Fr. Not right?

22072. Fr. Not well?---Wooer, No Sir not well.

2208Woo. Tis too true, she is mad.

22091. Fr. It cannot be.

2210Woo. Beleeve you'l finde it so.

2211Iay. I halfe suspected

2212What you told me: the gods comfort her:

2213Either this was her love to Palamon,

2214Or feare of my miscarrying on his scape,

2215Or both.

2216Woo. Tis likely.

2217Iay. But why all this haste Sir?

2218Woo. Ile tell you quickly. As I late was angling

2219In the great Lake that lies behind the Pallace,

2220From the far shore, thicke set with reedes, and Sedges,

2221As patiently I was attending sport,

2222I heard a voyce, a shrill one, and attentive

2223I gave my eare, when I might well perceive

2224T'was one that sung, and by the smallnesse of it

2225A boy or woman. I then left my angle

2226To his owne skill, came neere, but yet perceivd not

2227Who made the sound; the rushes, and the Reeds

2228Had so encompast it: I laide me downe

2229And listned to the words she song, for then

2230Through a small glade cut by the Fisher men,

2231I saw it was your Daughter.

2232Iay. Pray goe on Sir?

2233Woo. She sung much, but no sence; onely I heard her

2234Repeat this often. Palamon is gone,

2235Is gone to 'th wood to gather Mulberies,

2236Ile finde him out to morrow.

22371. Fr. Pretty soule.

2238Woo. His shackles will betray him, hee'l be taken,

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