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The Prologue. 
 
 ''T^He manifold great fauours we haue found. 
 
 By you, to vs poore weaklings flill extended : 
 Whereof your verities haue bene only ground. 
 And no defert in vs to be fo friended : 
 Bindes vs fome way or other to expreffe, 
 (Though all our all be elfe defeated quite 
 Of any meanes) faue duteous thankefulnes. 
 Which is the vtmofl meafure of our might : 
 Then to the boundleffe Ocean of your woorth. 
 This little drop of water we prefent : 
 Where though it neuer can be fcngled foorth. 
 Let zeale be pleader for our good intent. 
 
 Drops not diminiflt, but encreafe great floods : 
 And mites impaire not, but augment our goods. 
 
The Maydes Metamor- 
 
 phofis. 
 
 Enter Phylander, Oreftes, Eurymine. 
 
 Eurymine. 
 
 PHylander, and Orejles, what conceyt 
 Troubles your filent mindes ? Let me intreat 
 Since we are come thus farre, as we do walke 
 You would deuife feme prettie pleafant talke : 
 The aire is coole, the euening high and faire, 
 Why fliould your cloudie lookes, then fhew difpaire ? 
 
 Fhy. Beleeue me faire Eurimine, my skill 
 Is fimple in difcourfe, and vtterance ill : 
 Oreftes if he were difpofde to trie, 
 Can better manage fuch affaires than I. 
 
 Eu. Why then Orejks let me craue of you 
 Some olde, or late done ftory to renew : 
 Another time you fliall requeft. of me 
 As good, if not, a greater curtefie. 
 
 Or. Trufl me as now (nor can I fhew a reafon) 
 All mirth vnto my mind comes out of feafon : 
 For inward I am troubled in fuch fort. 
 As all vnfit I am to make report 
 Of any thing may breed the leaft delight, 
 Rather in teares, I wifh the day were night 
 For neither can my felfe be merry now, 
 Nor treat of ought that may be likte of you- 
 
 A 2 Eur. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eu. Thats but your melancholike old difeafe, 
 That neuer are difpofde but when ye pleafe. 
 
 Ph. Nay miftreffe, then fince he denies the taske 
 My felfe will ftrait complifti what ye aske: 
 And though the pleafure in my tale be fmall, 
 Yet may it ferue to paffe the time withall. 
 
 Eu. Thanks good Phylander, when you pleafe fey on, 
 Better I deeme a bad difcourfe, then none. 
 
 Phy. Sometime there liu'd a Duke not far from hence, 
 Mightie in fame, and vertues excellence, 
 Subiedls he had, as readie to obey 
 As he to rule : beloued euery way, 
 But that which mod of all he gloried in, 
 (Hope of his age, and comfort of his kin,) 
 Was the fruition of one onely fonne, 
 A gallant youth, inferior vnto none 
 For vertue, fliape, or excellence of wit. 
 That after him vpon his throne might fit. 
 This youth when once he came to perfeifl age. 
 The Duke would faine haue linckt in marriage 
 With diuers dames of honourable blood, 
 But fl.il his fathers purpofe he withft.ood. 
 
 Eu. How, was he not of mettal apt to loue ? 
 
 Phy. Yes apt enough, as wil the fequel proue. 
 But fo the ftreame of his affedlion lay. 
 As he did leane a quite contrary way, 
 Difprouing ftill the choyce his father made. 
 And oftentimes the matter had delaid : 
 Now giuing hope he would at length confent, 
 And then again, excufing his intent. 
 
 Eu. What made him fo repugnant in his deeds ? 
 
 Phy. Another loue, which this diforder breeds : 
 For euen at home within his fathers Court 
 The Saint wa« (hrinde, whom he did honor mofl. : 
 A louely dame, a virgin pure and chafte, 
 And worthy of a Prince to be imbrac'te. 
 
 Had 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Had but her birth (which was obfcure they feid) 
 Anfwerd her beautie, this their opinion ilaid. 
 Yet did this wilful youth affeft her still, 
 And none but (he was miflres of his will. 
 Full often did his father him diffwade, 
 From liking fuch a mean and low borne mayde. 
 The more his father ftroue to change his minde, 
 The more the fonne became with fancy blinde. 
 
 Eu. Alas, how fped the filly Louers then ? 
 
 Pky. As might euen grieue the rude vnciuel'fl. men. 
 When herevpon to weane his fixed heart 
 From fuch diflionour, to his high defert, 
 The Duke had labourd, but in vaine did ilriue. 
 Thus he began his purpofe to contriue : 
 Two of his feruants of vndoubted troth. 
 He bound by vertue of a folemne oath. 
 To traine the filly damzel out of fight, 
 And there in fecret to bereaue her quite 
 
 Eu. Of what, her life ? 
 
 Phy. Yes Madame of her life. 
 Which was the caufe of all the former ftrife. 
 
 Eu. And did they kill her ? 
 
 Fhy. You (hall heare anon : 
 The queflion firft. mull be difcided on 
 In your opinion, whats your iudgement ? fay, 
 Who were mofl. cruell : thofe that did obay. 
 Or he that gaue commandment for the fadl ? 
 
 Eu. In each of them it was a bloody aft : 
 Yet they deferue (to fpeake my mind of both) 
 Mod pardon, that were bound thereto by oath. 
 
 Phy. It is enough, we do accept your doome, 
 To paffe vnblam'd, what ere of you become. 
 
 Eu. To paffe vnblamde, what ere become of me ? 
 What may the meaning of thefe fpeeches be ? 
 
 Phy. Eurymine, my trembling tongue doth faile, 
 My confcience yrkes, my fainting fences quaile : 
 
 A3 My 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 My faltring fpeech bewraies my guiltie thought, 
 And flammers at the meflage we haue brought. 
 
 Eu. Ay me, what horror doth inuade my breft ? 
 
 Or. Nay then Phylander I will tell the reft. 
 Damzell thus fares thy cafe, demand not why. 
 You muft forthwith prepare your felfe to dye. 
 Therefore difpatch, and fet your mind at reft. 
 
 Eu. Phylander is it true ? or doth he ieft ? 
 
 Phy. There is no remedie but you muft dye : 
 By you I framde my tragicke hiftory. 
 The Duke my maifter, is the man I meant, 
 His fonne, the Prince, the mayd of meane difcent 
 Your felfe, on whom Afcanio fo doth doate, 
 As for no reafon may remoue his thought : 
 Your death the Duke determines by vs two, 
 To end the loue betwixt his fonne and you : 
 And for that caufe we trainde you to this wood. 
 Where you muft facrifice your deareft blood. 
 
 Eur. Refpedl my teares. 
 
 Oreji. We muft regard our oath. 
 
 Eur. My tender yeares. 
 
 Or. They are but trifles both. 
 
 Eu. Mine innocency. 
 
 Or. That would our promife breake, 
 Difpatch forthwith, we may not heare you fpeake. 
 
 Eu. If neither teares nor innocency moue, 
 Yet thinke there is a heauenly power aboue. 
 
 Orejl. Adone, and ftand not preaching here all day. 
 
 Eu. Then fmce there is no remedie, I pray 
 Yet good my maifters, do but ftay fo long 
 Till I haue tane my farewell with a fong. 
 Of him whom I (hall neuer fee againe. 
 
 Phy. We will affoord that refpit to your paine. 
 
 Eu. But leaft the feare of death appall my mind 
 Sweet gentlemen let me this fauour find. 
 That you wil vale mine eye-fight with this fcarfe 
 
 That 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 That when the fatall (Iroke is aymde at me, 
 I may not ftart, but fuffer patiently. 
 
 Oreft. Agreed, giue me, He fliadow ye from feare, 
 If this may do it. 
 
 Eu. Oh I would it might, 
 But (hadowes want the power to do that right. 
 
 Shee fings. 
 
 Ye facred Fyres, and powers aboue, 
 Forge of defires working loue, 
 Cafl. downe your eye, caft downe your eye 
 Vpon a Mayde in miferie. 
 My facrifice is louers blood : 
 And from eyes fait teares a flood : 
 All which I fpend, all which I fpend 
 For thee Afcanio, my deare friend : 
 And though this houre I mud feele 
 The bitter fower of pricking fteele, 
 Yet ill or well, yet ill or well 
 To thee Afcanio ftill farewell. 
 
 Orejies offers tojlrike her with his Rapier, and is Jlayed 
 by Phylander. 
 
 Oreft. What meanes Phylander 1 
 
 Phy. Oh forbeare thy ftroke, 
 Her pitious mone and geflure might prouoke 
 Hard flints to ruthe. 
 
 Oreft. Haft thou forgot thy oath ? 
 
 Phy. Forgot it ? no. 
 
 Or. Then wherfore doeft thou interrupt me fo ? 
 
 Phy. A fudden terror ouercomes my thought. 
 
 Or. The fuffer me, that ftands in fear of nought. 
 
 Phy. Oh hold Oreftes, heare my reafon firft. 
 
 Or. Is all religion of thy vowe forgot ? 
 Do as thou wilt, but I forget it not. 
 
 Phy. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Phy. Oreftes, if thou ftandft vpon thine oath, 
 Let me alone, to anfwere for vs both. 
 
 Or. What anfwer canfl thou giue ? I wil not ftay. 
 
 Phy. Nay villain, then my fword fliall make me way. 
 
 Or. Wilt thou in this, againfl. thy confcience ftriue ? 
 
 Phy. I will defend a woman while I liue. 
 A virgin, and an innocent befide. 
 Therefore put vp, or elfe thy chaunce abide. 
 
 Or. He neuer (heath my fword, vnles thou fliow, 
 Our oath referued, we may let her go. 
 
 Phy. That will I do, if truth may be of force. 
 
 Or. And then wil I be pleafd to graunt remorfe. 
 
 Eu. Litle thought & when out of doore I went, 
 That thus my life fliould (land on argument. 
 
 Phy. A lawful! oath in an vnlawfull caufe. 
 Is firft difpenc't withall, by reafons lawes : 
 Then next, refpedt mud to the end be had, 
 Becaufe th' intent, doth make it good or bad. 
 Now here th' intent is murder as thou feed, 
 Which to performe, thou on thy oath relied : 
 But fmce the caufe is wicked and vniud, 
 Th' effedl mud likewise be held odious. 
 We fwore to kill, and God forbids to kill : 
 Shall we be rulde by him, or by mans will ? 
 Befide it is a woman is condemde : 
 And what is he that is a man indeed. 
 That can endure to fee a woman bleed ? 
 
 Or. Thou had preuaild, Eurymine (land vp, 
 I will not touch thee for a world of gold. 
 
 Phy. Why now thou feemd to be of humane mould. 
 But on our graunt faire mayd that you (hall liue, 
 Will you to vs your faithful! promife giue. 
 Henceforth t' abandon this your Country quite. 
 And neuer more returne into the fight 
 Of fierce Telemachus, the angry Duke, 
 Whereby we may be voyd of all rebuke ? 
 
 Eur. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eur. Here do I plight my chafte vnfpotted hand, 
 I will abiure this mod accurfed land .• 
 And vow henceforth what fortune ere betide, 
 Within thefe woods and defarts to abide. 
 
 Phy. Now wants there nothing, but a fit excufe, 
 To footh the Duke, in his conceiu'd abufe : 
 That he may be perfwaded flie is flaine. 
 And we our wonted fauour ftill maintaine. 
 
 Orejl. It fhall be thus, within a Lawne hard by, 
 Obfcure with buflies, where no humane eye, 
 Can any way difcouer our deceite : 
 There feeds a heard of Goates, and country neate. 
 Some Kidde, or other youngling, will we take. 
 And with our fwords difpatch it for her fake. 
 And hauing flaine it, rip his panting breafl. 
 And take the heart of the vnguiltie beaft. : 
 Which to th' intent, our counterfeit report 
 May feeme more likely, we will beare to court : 
 And there protefl with bloody weapons drawne, 
 It was her heart. 
 
 Phy. Then likewife take this Lawne, 
 Which well Telemachus did know flie wore : 
 And let it be all fpotted too with gore. 
 How fay you miflreffe, will you fpare that vale ? 
 
 Eur. That or what elfe, to verifie your tale : 
 And thankes Phylander, and Oreftes both, 
 That you preferue me from a Tyrants wroth. 
 
 Phy. I wouM it were within my power, I wis, 
 To do you greater curtefie then this : 
 But what we cannot by our deeds exprefle 
 In heart we wifli to eafe your heauineffe. 
 
 Eur. A double debt, yet one word ere ye go, 
 'Commend me to my deare Afcanio : 
 Whofe loyall loue, and prefence to forgoe. 
 Doth gall me more then all my other woe. 
 
 Ore/2. Our Hues fliall neuer want to do him good. 
 
 B Phy. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphqfis. 
 
 Phy. Nor yet our death, if he in daunger flood : 
 And miflreffe, fo good fortune be your guide. 
 Or. And ought that may be fortunate befide. 
 
 (Exeunt. 
 Eu. The like I wifh vnto your felues againe : 
 And many happie dayes deuoyd of paine. 
 And now Eurymine record thy Hate, 
 So much deieiSted, and opprefl by fate : 
 What hope remaines ? wherein haft thou to ioy ? 
 Wherein to tryumph, but thine owne annoy ? 
 If euer wretch might tell of miferie, 
 Then I alas, poore I, am only flie : 
 Vnknowne of parents, deftitute of friends, 
 Hopefull of nought, but what misfortune fends. 
 Banilht, to Hue a fugitiue alone, 
 In vncoth paths, and regions neuer knowne. 
 Behold Afcanio, for thy only fake, 
 Thefe tedious trauels I mufl vndertake : 
 Nor do I grudge, the paine feemes leffe to mee. 
 In that I fuffer this diftreffe for thee. 
 Enter Siluio, a Raunger. 
 Sil. Wei met fair Nymph, or Goddeffe if ye bee : 
 Tis ftraunge me thinkes, that one of your degree 
 Should walke thefe folitary groues alone. 
 
 Eu. It were no maruell if you knew my mone. 
 But what are you that queftion me fo far ? 
 
 S//. My habit telles you that, a Forrefter : 
 That hauing loft a heard of skittifli Deere, 
 Was of good hope, I Ihould a found them heere. 
 Eu. Truft me, I faw not any, fo farewell. 
 S?7. Nay ftay : and further of your fortunes tell : 
 I am not one that meanes you any harme. 
 Enter Gemulo the JJiepheard. 
 Ge. I thinke my Boy be fled away by charme. 
 Raunger well met : within thy walke I pray, 
 Sawft thou not Moyfo, my vnhappie Boy ? 
 
 S«7. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Si7. Shepheard not I, what meanft to feeke him here ? 
 
 Ge. Becaufe the wagge, poffeft with doubtful! feare, 
 Leafl I would beate him for a fault he did : 
 Amongft thofe Trees, I do lufpedt hees hid. 
 But how now Raunger ? you miftake I trowe, 
 This is a Lady, and no barren Dowe. 
 
 Si7. It is indeede, and as it feemes, diftrefl, 
 Whofe griefe to know, I humbly made requeft. : 
 But flie as yet will not reueale the fame. 
 
 Ge. Perhaps to me fhe will : fpeak gentle dame ? 
 What daunger great hath driuen ye to this place ? 
 Make knowne your flate, and looke what flender grace, 
 A Shepheards poore abilitie may yeeld, 
 You (hall be fure of, ere I leaue the feeld. 
 
 Eur. Alas good Sir, the caufe may not be knowne, 
 That hath inforfte me to be here alone. 
 
 S«7. Nay feare not to difcouer what you are : 
 It may be we may remedie your care. 
 £u. Since needs you will, that I renew my griefe. 
 Whether it be my chance to finde reliefe 
 Or not, I wreake not : fuch my croflfes are, 
 As fooner / expefl to meete difpaire. 
 Then thus it is : not farre from hence do dwell 
 My parents, of the world efteemed well : 
 Who with theit bitter threats, my graut had won. 
 This day to marrie with a neighbours fon. 
 And fuch a one, to whom I ftiould be wife, 
 As / could neuer fancie in my life. 
 And therefore to auoyd that endleife thrall, 
 This morne I came away and left them all. 
 S«/. Now truft me virgin, they were much vnkind. 
 To feeke to match you fo againft. your minde. 
 
 Ge. It was befide, vnnaturall conflraint : 
 But by the tenure of your iufl, jjomplaint. 
 It feemes you are not minded to returne, 
 Nor any more to dwell where you were borne. 
 
 B 2 jEu. 
 
T?ie Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eu. It is my purpofe, if I might obtaine 
 A place of refuge where I might remaine. 
 
 Sil. Why go with me, my Lodge is not far off, 
 Where you fliall haue fuch hofpitalitie 
 As fliall be for your health and fafetie. 
 
 Ge. Soft Raunger, you do raunge beyond your skill, 
 My houfe is nearer : and for my good will. 
 It fliall exceed a woodmans woodden (luffe : 
 Then go with me. He keep you fafe enough. 
 
 Sil. He bring her to a bower befet with greene. 
 
 Ge. And I an arbour, may delight a Queene. 
 
 Sil. Her dyet flialbe Venfon at my boord. 
 
 Ge. Yong Kid and Lambe, we fliepheards can affoord. 
 
 Sil. And nothing elfe ? 
 
 Ge. Yes, raunging now and then, 
 A Hog, a Goofe, a Capon, or a Hen. (trees. 
 
 Sil. Thefe walkes are mine, amongfl. the fliadie 
 
 Ge. For that I haue, a garden full of Bees, 
 Whofe buzing mufick with the flowers fweet, 
 Each euen and morning, Ihall her fences greet. 
 
 Sil. The Nightingale is my contlnuall clocke. 
 
 Ge. And mine the watchfuU, fin-remembring cocke. 
 
 Sil. A hunts vp, I can tune her with my hounds. 
 
 Ge. And I can fliew her meads, and fruitfuU grounds. 
 
 Sil. Within thefe woods are many pleafant fprings. 
 
 Ge. Betwixt yond dales, the Eccho daily fings. 
 
 Sj/. I maruell that a rufl.icke fliepheard dare 
 With woodmen then audacioufly compare ? 
 Why, hunting is a pleafure for a King, 
 And Gods themfelues fometime frequent the thing. 
 Diana with her bowe and arrowes keene, 
 Did often vfe the Chace, in Forrefls greene. 
 And fo alas, the good Athenian knight, 
 And fwift AHeon herein tooke delight : 
 And Atalanta the Arcadian dame, 
 ConceiuW fuch wondrous pleafure in the game : 
 
 That 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 That with her traine of Nymphs attending on, 
 She came to hunt the Bore of Calydon. 
 
 Ge. So did Apollo walk with fliepheards crooke, 
 And many Kings their fcepters haue forfooke : 
 To lead the quiet life we fhepheards tooke. 
 Accounting it a refuge for their woe. 
 
 S?7. But we take choice of many a pleafant walke 
 And marke the Deare how they begin to ftalke, 
 When each according to his age and time, 
 Pricks vp his head, and beares a Princely minde : 
 The luilie Stag condudlor of the traine, 
 Leads all the heard in order downe the plaine : 
 The bafer rafcalls fcatter here and there, 
 As not prefuraing to approach fo neere. 
 
 Ge. So fhepheards fomtime fit vpon a hill. 
 Or in the cooling (hadow of a miU : 
 And as we fit, vnto our pipes we fing, 
 And therewith make the neighboring groues to ring. 
 And when the fun fleales downward to the weft. 
 We leaue our chat, and whiftle in the fifl : 
 Which is a fignall to our ilragling fiocke. 
 As Trumpets found to men in martiall fhocke. 
 
 S«7. Shall I be thus out-faced by a fwaine ? 
 He haue a guard to wayt vpon her traine, 
 Of gallant woodmen, clad in comely greene : 
 The like whereof, hath fildome yet bene feene. 
 
 Ge. And I of fhepheards fuch a luftie crew, 
 As neuer Forrefter the like yet knew : 
 Who for their perfons and their neate aray, 
 Shalbe as frefh, as is the moneth of May. 
 Where are ye there, ye merry noted fwaines ? 
 Draw neare a while, and whilft vpon the plaines 
 Your flocks do gently feed, lets fee your skill, 
 How you with chaunting, can fad forrow kill. 
 Enter Jhepheards fmging. 
 
 Si'l. Thinks Gemulo to beare the bell away ? 
 
 B 3 By 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 By finging of a fitnple Rundeky ? 
 No, / haue fellowes, whofe melodious throates 
 Shall euen as far exceed thofe homely notes 
 As doth the Nightingale in muficke paffe, 
 The mod melodious bird that euer was. 
 And for an inllance, here they are at hand, 
 When they haue done, let our deferts be fcand. 
 Enter wood-men, and fing. 
 
 Eu. Thanks to you both, you both deferue fo well, 
 As I want skill your worthineffe to tell : 
 And both I do commend for your good will. 
 And both He honor, loue and reuerence ftill : 
 For neuer virgin had fuch kindnes fhowne, 
 Of flraungers, yea, and men to her vnknowne. 
 But more, to end this fudden controuerfie. 
 Since I am made an vmpier in the plea, 
 This is my verdite : He intreate of you 
 A Cottage for my dwelling : and of you, 
 A flocke to tend : and fo indifferent 
 My gratefuU paines on either flialbe fpent. 
 
 S//. I am agreed, and for the loue I beare 
 He boafl, I haue a Tenant is fo faire. 
 
 Ge. And I wil hold it as a rich poffeffion. 
 That (he vouchfafes to be of my profeflion. 
 
 S//. The for a fign that no man here hath wrong 
 From hence lets all condudl her with a fong. 
 
 The end ofthefirjl Ad. 
 
 Adus fecundus. 
 Enter Afcanio, and loculo his Page. 
 Afca. Away loculo. 
 lo. Here fir, at hand. 
 Afca. loculo, where is (he ? 
 lo. I know not. 
 Afca. When went (he ? 
 
 loculo. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 lo. I know not. 
 
 Afca. Which way went (he ? 
 
 lo. I know not. 
 
 Afca. Where fhould I feeke her ? 
 
 lo. I know not. 
 
 Afca. When fliall I find her ? 
 
 lo. I know not. 
 
 Afca. A vengeance take thee flaue, what doft. thou know? 
 
 lo. Marry fir, that I doo know. 
 
 Afca. What villaine ? 
 
 lo. And you be fo teftie, go looke : 
 What a coyles here with you ? 
 
 If we knew where fhe were, what need we feeke her ? 
 I thinke you are lunaticke : where were you 
 When you fhould haue lookt after her ? now you 
 Go crying vp and downe after your wench, Hke 
 A Boy had lofl. his home booke. 
 Afca. Ah my fweet Boy. 
 
 lo. Ah my fweet Maifter : nay I can giue you as good 
 Words as you can giue me : alls one for that. 
 Afca. What canft thou giue me no reliefe ? 
 Id. Faith fir, there comes not one morfel of comfort 
 From my lips, to fuftaine that hungry mawe 
 Of your miferie, there is fuch a dearth at this time, 
 God amend it. 
 
 Afca. A loculo, my breaft is full of griefe, 
 And yet my hope, that only wants reliefe. 
 
 lo. Your breft and my belly, are in two contrary kaies, 
 You walke to get Homacke to your meate. 
 And I walke to get meate to my ftomacke : 
 Your breaft's full, and my belli's emptie. 
 If they chance to part in this cafe, God fend them 
 Merry meeting : that my belly be ful, and your breft. empty. 
 
 Afca. Boy, for the loue that euer thou didft owe. 
 To thy deare mafter, poore Ascanio, 
 Racke thy proou'd wits, vnto the higheft fl,raine, 
 To bring me backe Euryinine againe. loculo. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 lo. Nay mafter, if wit could do it, I could tell you 
 More : but if it euer be done, the very legeritie 
 Of the feete muft do it : thefe ten nimble bones 
 Muft do the deed : He trot like a little dog : 
 Theres not a bufti fo big as my beard, 
 But He be peeping in it : theres not a Coate but 
 He fearch euery corner : if flie be aboue, or 
 Beneath, ouer the ground, or vnder, He finde her out. 
 
 Afca. Stay loculo : alas it cannot be : 
 If we fhould part, I loofe both her and thee : 
 The woods are wide : and wandring thus about, 
 Thou maifl be loft : and not my Loue found out. 
 
 lo. I pray you let me goe. 
 
 A/ca. I pray thee ftay. 
 
 lo. Ifaith ile runne. 
 
 A/ca. And doeft not know which way. 
 
 lo. Any way : alls one, ile drawe drie foote : 
 If you fend not to feeke her, you may lye 
 Here long enough, before Ihe come to feeke you : 
 She litle thinkes that you are hunting for her 
 In thefe quarters. 
 
 A/m. Ah loculo, before I leaue my Boy, 
 Of this worlds comfort, now my only ioy : 
 Seeft thou this place ? vpon this graffie bed. 
 With fommers gawdie dyaper befpred. 
 
 He lyes downe. 
 Vnder thefe fliadowes fliall my dwelling be : 
 Till thou retume, fweet loculo to me. 
 
 lo. And if my Conuoy be not cut off by the way. 
 It fliall not be long before I be with you. 
 
 Heffeakes to the people. 
 Well, I pray you looke to my maifter : for 
 Here / leaue him amongft you : and if / 
 Chaunce to light on the wench, you fliall heare 
 Of me by the next winde. 
 ! Exit loculo, Afcanio folus. 
 
 Afcanio. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Afca. In vaine I feare, I beate my braines about, 
 Proouing by fearch, to finde my millreffe out : 
 Eurymine, Eurymine, retorne : 
 And with thy prefence guild the beautious morne : 
 And yet I feare to call vpon thy name, 
 The pratling Eccho, fliould flie learne the fame, 
 The laft words accent fheele no more prolong, 
 But beare that found vpon her airie tong. 
 Adorned with the prefence of my Loue, 
 The woods I feare, fuch fecret power flial proue 
 As they'll fliut vp each path : hide euery way, 
 Becaufe they ftill would haue her go aftray : 
 And in that place would alwaies haue her feene, 
 Only becaufe they would be euer greene : 
 And keepe the wingged Quiriflers ftill there, 
 To banifli winter cleane out of the yeare. 
 But why perfift. I to bemone my ftate. 
 When fhe is gone, and my complaint too late ? 
 A drowfie dulnes clofeth vp my fight, 
 O powerfuU fleepe, I yeeld vnto thy might. 
 HefalUs a fleepe. 
 
 Enter luno, and Iris. 
 
 luno. Come hither Iris. 
 
 Iris. Iris is at hand. 
 To attend loues wife : great lunos hie command. 
 
 luno. Iris I know I do thy feruice proue. 
 And euer fmce I was the wife of loue 
 Thou haft bene readie when I called ftill. 
 And alwayes moft obedient to my will : 
 Thou feeft how that imperiall Queene of loue. 
 With all the Gods, how fhe preuailes aboue. 
 And ftill againft great lunos hefts doth ftand. 
 To haue all ftoupe and bowe, at her command : 
 Her Doues and Swannes, and Sparrowes, muft be graced. 
 And on Loues Aultars, muft be highly placed. 
 
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The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 My Harry Peacocks, which doth beare my ftate 
 Scarefly alowed within his pallace gate : 
 And fmce her felfe, fhe thus preferd doth fee, 
 Now the proud hufwife will contend with mee : 
 And pradlifeth her wanton pranckes to play 
 With this Afcanio, and Eurymine. 
 But Loue fliall know, in fpight of all his skill, 
 luruPs a woman, and will haue her will. 
 
 Iris. What is my Goddeffe will ? may Iris aske ? 
 
 luno. Iris, on thee / do impofe this taske. 
 To croffe proud Venus, and her purblind Lad, 
 Vntill the mother, and her brat be mad, 
 And with each other, fet them fo at ods, 
 Till to their teeth they curfe, and ban the Gods. 
 
 Iris. Goddes, the graunt confifts alone in you, 
 
 luno. Then mark the courfe which now you mud purfue 
 Within this ore-growne Forreft, there is found 
 A duskie Caue, thruft lowe into the ground : 
 So vgly darke, fo dampie and fteepe. 
 As for his life the funne durft neuer peepe 
 /nto the entrance : which doth fo afright 
 The very day, that halfe the world is night. 
 Where fennifli fogges, and vapours do abound : 
 There Morpheus doth dwell within the ground, 
 No crowing Cocke, nor waking bell doth call. 
 Nor watchfuU dogge difturbeth fleepe at all. 
 No found is heard in compaiTe of the hill. 
 But euery thing is quiet, whiflit, and dill. 
 Arnid this Caue, vpon the ground doth lie, 
 A hollow plancher, all of Ebonie 
 Couer'd with blacke, whereon the drowfie God, 
 Drowned in fleepe, continually doth nod : 
 Go Iris go, and my commaundment take. 
 And beate againfl. the doores till fleepe awake. 
 Bid him from me, in vifion to appeare, 
 Vnto Afcanio that lieth flumbring heare. 
 And in that vifion, to reueale the way. How 
 
Strikes 
 
 The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 How he may finde the faire Eurymine. 
 
 Iris. Madam, my feruice is at your command, 
 
 luno. Difpatch it then, good Iris out of hand. 
 My Peacocks and my Charriot (hall remaine. 
 About the Ihore, till thou returne againe. Exit luno. 
 
 Iris. About the bufmeffe now that / am fent, 
 To fleepes blacke Caue, / will incontinent : 
 And his darke cabine, boldly will / fliake, 
 Vntill the drowfie lumpifli God awake : 
 And fuch a bounfing at his Caue He keepe. 
 That if pale death, feaz'd on the eyes of fleepe, 
 He rowfe him vp, that when he fhall me heare, 
 He make his locks fland vp on end with feare. 
 Be filent aire, whil'd Iris in her pride 
 Swifter then thought, vpon the windes doth ride. 
 What Somnus, what Somnus, Somnus. 
 
 Paufes a litle. 
 What wilt thou not awake ? art thou ilill fo fail ? 
 Nay then yfaith, He haue an other caft. 
 What Somnus Somnus I fay ? 
 Strikes againe. 
 
 Som. Who calles at this time of the day ? 
 What a balling doll thou keepe ? 
 A vengeance take thee, let me fleepe. 
 
 Iris. Vp thou drowfie God, / fay, 
 And come prefently away. 
 Or / will beate vpon this doore. 
 That after this, thou fleep'fl. no more. 
 
 Som. lie take a nap, and come annon. 
 
 Iris. Out you beafl, you blocke, you flone : 
 Come, or at thy doore /le thunder. 
 Til both heauen and hel do wonder, Somnus I fay. 
 
 Som. A vengeance fplit thy chaps afunder. 
 
 Iris. What Somnus ? Enter Somnus. 
 
 Som. Iris I thought it ftiould be thee. 
 How now mad wench, what wouldft. with me ? 
 
 C 2 Iris. 
 
TM Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Iris. From mightie lufio, loues itnmortall wife, 
 Somnus I come : to charge thee on thy life, 
 That thou vnto this Gentleman appeere. 
 And in this place, thus as he lyeth heere, 
 Prefent his miftres to his inward eies, 
 In as true manner, as thou canft. deuife. 
 
 Som. I would thou wert hangd for waking me. 
 Three fonnes I haue, the eldeft. Morpheus hight : 
 He fliewes of man, the fliape or fight. 
 The fecond Icelor, whose beheafls 
 Doth fhewe the formes of birds and beafts. 
 Phantafor for the third, things lifeles hee : 
 Chufe which like thee of thefe three. 
 
 \ris. Morpheus : if he in humane fliape appeare. 
 
 Som. Morpheus come forth in perfedl likenes heere 
 Of, how call ye the Gentlewoman ? 
 
 \ris. Eurymine. 
 
 Som. Of Eurymine : and fhewe this Gentleman, 
 What of his miftres is become. 
 
 Kneeling downe by Afcanio, 
 
 Enter Eurymine, to befuppofed Morpheus. 
 Mor. My deare Afcanio, in this vifion fee^ 
 Eurymine doth thus appeare to thee : 
 As foone as fleepe hath left thy drowfie eies, 
 Follow the path that on thy right hand lies. 
 An aged Hermit thou by chaunce ftialt find. 
 That there hath bene, time almoft out of mind : 
 This holy man, this aged reuerent Father, 
 There in the woods, doth rootes and fimples gather ■: 
 His wrinckled browe, tells ftrengths paft long ago : 
 His beard as white, as winters driuen fnow. 
 He ftiall difcourfe the troubles I haue paft, 
 And bring vs both togither at the laft. 
 Thus fhe prefents her fliadow to thy fight, 
 That would her perfon gladly if flie might. 
 
 Iris% See 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Iris. See how he catches to imbrace the fliade. 
 
 Mor. This vifion fully doth his powers inuade. 
 And when the heate fliall but a litle flake : 
 Thou then fhalt fee him prefently awake. 
 
 ^om. Hafl. thou ought elfe, that I may (land in fl.ed ? 
 
 Iris. No Siomnus, no : go back vnto thy bed : 
 luno (he fliall reward thee for thy paine. 
 
 ^om. Then good night Iris, He to reft againe. 
 
 Iris. Morpheus farwell : to luno I will flie. 
 
 Mor. And /to fleepe, as fafl; as /can hie. Exeunt. 
 Ajcanio ftarting, fayes. 
 Eurymine : Ah my good Angeil ftay : 
 O vanifli not fo fuddenly away. 
 O ftay my Goddes, whither doeft thou flie ? 
 Returne my fweet Eurymine, tis /. 
 Where art thou fpeake ? Let me behold thy face : 
 Did / not fee thee, in this very place 
 Euen now ? Here did / not fee thee ftand 1 
 And here thy feete did blefle the happie land ? 
 Eurymine : Oh wilt thou not attend ? 
 Flie from thy foe : Afcanio is thy friend. 
 The fearfull Hare, fo fliuns the labouring hound. 
 And fo the Dear efchues the Hunts-man wound. 
 The trembling Foule, fo flies the Falcons gripe : 
 The Bond-man, fo, his angry maifters ftripe. 
 / follow not, as Phoebus Daphne did : 
 Nor as the Dog purfues the trembling Kid. 
 Thy fliape it was : alas /fawe not thee : 
 That fight were fitter for the Gods then mee. 
 But if in dreames, there any truth be found, 
 Thou art within the compas of this ground, 
 /le raunge the woods, and all the groues about, 
 And neuer reft, vntill / find thee out. Exit 
 
 Enter at one doore, Mopfo finging. 
 Mop. Terlitelo, Terlitelo, terlitelee, terlo, 
 
 C 3 So 
 
The Maydes Metainorphofis. 
 
 So merrily this fliepheards Boy 
 
 His home that he can blow, 
 
 Early in a morning, late, late, in an euening, 
 
 And euer fat this little Boy, 
 
 So merrily piping. 
 
 Enter at thi other doore, Frifco finging. 
 
 Frif. Can you blow the little home ? 
 Weell, weell, and very weell. 
 And can you blow the little home, 
 Amongft the leaues greene ? 
 
 Enter loculo in t/te midjl finging. 
 
 lo. Fortune my foe, why doeft. thou frowne on mee ? 
 And will my fortune neuer better bee : 
 Wilt thou I fey, for euer breed my paine ? 
 And wilt thou not reftore my loyes againe ? 
 
 Frifco. Cannot a man be merry in his owne walke, 
 But a muft be thus encombred ? 
 
 lo. I am difpofed to be melanchoUy, 
 And I cannot be priuate, for one villaine or other. 
 
 Mop. How the diuel ftumbled this cafe of rope-ripes in- 
 into my way ? 
 
 Frif. Sirrha, what art thou ? and thou ? 
 
 lo. I am Page to a Courtier. 
 
 Mop. And I a Boy to a Shepheard. 
 
 Frif. Thou art the Apple-fquier to an Eawe, 
 And thou fworne brother to a bale of falfe dice. 
 
 lo. What art thou ? 
 
 Frif. I am a Boy to a Raunger. 
 
 lo. An Out-lawe by authoritie : one that neuer fets marke 
 of his own goods, nor neuer knowes how. he comes by other 
 mens. 
 
 Mop. That neuer knowes his cattell, but by their homes. 
 
 Frif Sirrha, fo you might haue faid of your maflers iheep. 
 
 lo. I marry : this takes fier like touch powder. 
 And goes off with a huffe. 
 
 Frif, They come of crick-cracks, and fhake their tayles 
 like a fquib. loculo. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 lo. Ha you Rogues, the very fteele of my wit, (hall ftrike 
 fier from the flint of your vnderftandings : haue you not 
 heard of me ? 
 
 Mop. Yes, if you be that lo culo that I take you for, we 
 haue heard of your exployts, for cofoning of fome feuen, 
 and thirtie Alewiues, in the Villages here about. 
 
 lo. A wit, as nimble as a Sempflers needle, or a girles fin- 
 ger at her Buske poynt. 
 
 Mop. Your ieft goes too low fir. 
 
 FriJ. O but tis a tickling ieft. 
 
 lo. Who wold haue thought to haue found this in a plaine 
 villaine, that neuer woare better garment, then a green ler- 
 kin? 
 
 Frifco. O Sir, though you Courtiers haue all the honour, 
 You haue not all the wit. 
 
 Mop. Soft fir, tis not your witte can carry it away in this 
 company. 
 
 Id. Sweet Rogues, your companie to me, is like mufick to 
 a wench at midnight : when ftie lies alone, and could wifli, 
 yea marry could (he. 
 
 Frif, And thou art as welcom to me, as a new poking ftick 
 to a Chamber mayd. 
 
 Mop. But foft, who comes here ? 
 
 Enter the Faieries, finging and daundng. 
 By the Moone we fport and play. 
 With the night begins our day : 
 As we daunce the deaw doth fall. 
 Trip it little vrchins all : 
 Lightly as the little Bee, 
 Two by two, and three by three : 
 And about go we, and about go wee. 
 
 lo. What Mawmets are thefe ? 
 
 Frif. O they be the Fayries that haunt thefe woods. 
 
 Mop. O we fhall be pincht moft cruelly. 
 I Fay. Will you haue any mufick Sir ? 
 
 2 Fayrie. 
 
The Maydes Metamorpfwfis, 
 
 1 Fay. Wilt pleafe you daunce fir ? 
 
 lo. Indeed fir, I cannot handle ray legges. 
 
 2 Fay. O you mufl. needs daunce and fing: 
 Which if you refufe to doo, 
 
 We will pinch you blacke and blew. 
 And about we goe. 
 
 They all daunce in a Ring, and fing as followeth. 
 Round about, round about, in a fine Ring a : 
 Thus we daunce, thus we daunce, and thus we fing a. 
 Trip and go, too and fro, ouer this Greene a : 
 All about, in and out, for our braue Queene a. 
 
 Round about, round about, in a fine Ring a : 
 Thus we daunce, thus we daunce, and thus we fing a. 
 Trip and go, too and fro, ouer this Greene a : 
 All about, in and out, for our braue Queene a. 
 
 We haue daunc't round about, in a fine Ring a : 
 We haue daunc't luftily, and thus we fing a. 
 All about, in and out, ouer this Greene a : 
 Too and fro, trip and go, to our braue Queene a. 
 
 AHus tertius. 
 
 Scena. i. 
 
 Enter AppoUo, and three Charites. 
 
 I. Cha. No no great Phoebus, this your filence tends. 
 To hide your griefe from knowledge of your friends, 
 Who if they knew the caufe in each refpeft, 
 Would (hewe their vtmofl skill to cure th' eifefl. 
 
 Ap. Good Ladyes, your conceites in iudgement erre, 
 Becaufe you fee me dumpifh, you referre 
 The reafon to fome fecret griefe of mine : 
 But you haue feene me melancholy many a time, 
 
 D Perhaps 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Perhaps it is the glowing weather now, 
 That makes me feeme fo ill at eafe to you. 
 
 1 Fine fliifts to colour that you cannot hide, 
 No Fhosbus, by your lookes may be difcride 
 Some hid conceit that harbors in your thought, 
 Which hath therein, fome ftraunge impreffion wrought: 
 That by the courfe thereof, you feeme to mee. 
 
 An other man then you were wont to bee. 
 
 Aj>. No Ladies, you deceiue your felues in mee: 
 What likelihood or token do ye fee, 
 That may perfwade it true that you fuppofe ? 
 
 2 Appollo, hence a great fufpition growes. 
 
 Ye are not fo pleafaunt now, as earfl in companie. 
 
 Ye walke alone, and wander folitarie. 
 
 The pleafaunt toyes we did frequent fometime, 
 
 Are worne away, and growne out of prime. 
 
 Your Inftrument hath loft his filuer found. 
 
 That rang of late, through all this grouie ground. 
 
 Your bowe wherwith the chace you did frequent, 
 
 Is clofde in cafe, and long hath bene vnbent. 
 
 How differ you from that Appollo now. 
 
 That whilom fat in (hade of Lawrell bowe. 
 
 And with the warbling of your luorie Lute, 
 
 T' alure the Fairies for to daunce about. 
 
 Or from TK appollo that with bended bowe. 
 
 Did many a fharp and wounding ftiaft beftowe. 
 
 Amidft the Dragon Pithons fcalie wings. 
 
 And forc't his dying blood to fpout in fprings. 
 
 Beleeue me Fhebus, who fawe you then and now. 
 
 Would thinke there were a wondrous change in you. 
 
 Ap. Alas faire dames, to make my forows plain, 
 Would but reuiue an auncient wound again. 
 Which grating prefently vpon my minde. 
 Doth leaue a fear of former woes behinde. 
 
 3 Fhoibus, if you account vs for the feme. 
 That tender thee, and loue Appollos name, 
 
 Powre forth to vs the fountaine of your woe. From 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Fro whence the fpring of thefe your forows flowe ? 
 If we may any way redreffe your mone, 
 Commaund our beft, harme will we do you none. 
 Ap. Good Ladies, though I hope for no reliefe, 
 He fhewe the ground of this my prefent griefe. 
 This time of yeare, or there about it was, 
 Accurfed be the time, tenne times alas : 
 When I from Delphos tooke my iourney downe, 
 To fee the games in noble Sparta Towne, 
 There faw I that, wherein I gan to ioy, 
 Amilchars fonne a gallant comely boy, 
 Hight (Hiacinth) full fifteene yeares of age, 
 Whom I intended to haue made my Page, 
 And bare as great affedlion to the boy. 
 As euer loue, in Ganimede did ioy. 
 Among the games, my felfe put in a pledge. 
 To trie my ftrength in throwing of the fledge, 
 Which poyfing with my flrained arme I threw 
 So farre, that it beyond the other flew. 
 My Hiacinth, delighting in the game, 
 Defierd to proue his manhood in the fame : 
 And catching ere the fledge lay flill on ground. 
 With violent force, aloft it did rebound 
 Againfl hie head, and battered out his braine : 
 And fo alas, my Jouely boy was flaine. 
 
 I. Hard hap O Phoebus, but fieth it's pad & gone, 
 We wifli ye to forbeare this fruflrate mone. 
 
 Ap. Ladies, I know my forrowes are in vaine. 
 And yet from mourning can I not refraine. 
 
 1. Eurania fome pleafant Song Ihall fing. 
 To put ye from your dumps. 
 
 Ap. Alas, no Song will bring 
 The leall reliefe to my perplexed minde. 
 
 2. No Phmbus ? what other pafl.ime flial we finde. 
 To make ye merry with ? 
 
 Ap. Faire dames I thanke you all, 
 
 D 2 No 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 No fport nor paftime can releafe my thrall : 
 
 My grief's of courfe, when it the courfe hath had, 
 
 I fhall be merrie, and no longer fad. 
 
 1 What will ye then we doo ? 
 Ap. And pleafe ye, you may goe, 
 
 And leaue me here to feed vpon my woe. 
 
 2 Then Phebus, we can but wifli ye wel again. 
 
 Exeunt Charites. 
 Ap. I thanke ye gentle Ladies for your paine. 
 O Phetbus wretched thou thus art thou faine 
 With forg'de excufes, to conceale thy paine. 
 O Hyacinth, I fuffer not thefe fits 
 For thee my Boy, no, no, another fits 
 Deeper then thou, in clofet of my bred : 
 Whofe fight fo late, hath wrought me this vnreft. 
 And yet no Goddeffe, nor of heauenly kinde 
 She is, whofe beautie thus torments my minde. 
 No Fayrie Nymph, that haunts thefe pleafaunt woods. 
 No Goddeffe of the flowres, the fields, nor floods : 
 Yet fuch an one, whom iuflly I may call 
 A Nymph, as well as any of them all. 
 Eurytnine, what heauen affoords thee heere ? 
 So may I fay, becaufe thou com'fl fo neere ? 
 And neerer far vnto a heauenly fhape. 
 Then fhe of whom loue triumph't in the Rape, 
 lie fit me downe, and wake my griefe againe, 
 To fing a while, in honour of thy name. 
 
 The Song. 
 Amidfl the mountaine Ida groues. 
 Where Paris kept his Heard : 
 Before the other Ladies all, 
 He would haue thee preferd. 
 Pallas for all her painting than. 
 Her face would feeme but pale : 
 Then luno would haue blulht for fhame, 
 And Venus looked flale. 
 
 Euryfnine 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eurymine thy felfe alone, 
 
 Shouldft beare the golden ball : 
 
 So far would thy moft heauenly forme, 
 
 Excell the other all. 
 
 happie Phmbus, happie then, 
 Mod happie fliould I bee : 
 
 If faire Eurymine would pleafe, 
 To ioyne in loue with mee. 
 
 Enter Eurymine. 
 Eu. Although there be fuch difference in the chaunge, 
 To line in Court, and defart woods to raunge, 
 Yet in extremes, wherein we cannot chufe, 
 . An extreame refuge is not to refufe. 
 Good gentlemen, did any fee my heard ? 
 
 1 fhall not finde them out, I am afeard : 
 And yet my maifler wayteth with his bowe. 
 Within a flanding, for to ftrike a Doe. 
 
 You fawt hem not ? your filence makes me doubt : 
 I muft goe further, till I finde them out. 
 
 Ap. What feek you prettie Mayde ? 
 
 Eu. Forfooth my heard of Deere. 
 
 Al>. I fawe them lately, but they are not heere. 
 
 Eu. I pray Sir, where ? 
 
 Ap. An houre agoe or twaine, 
 I fawe them feeding all aboue the plaine. 
 
 Eu. So much the more my toile to fetch them in. 
 I thanke ye Sir. 
 
 Ap. Nay Hay fweet Nymph with mee. 
 
 Eu. My bufmes, cannot fo difpatched bee. 
 
 Ap. But pray ye Maide, it will be verie good, 
 To take the fliade, in this vnhaunted wood : 
 This flowring bay with branches large and great, 
 Will flirowd ye fafely, from the parching heat. 
 
 Eu. Good fir, my bufines calls me hence in haft.. 
 
 Ap. O ft.ay with him, who conquered thou haft. 
 With him, whofe reftles thoughts do beat on thee : 
 
 D 3 With 
 
The Maydes Metamorphqfis. 
 
 With him that ioyes, thy wiflied face to fee. 
 With him whofe ioyes furmount all ioyes aboue: 
 If thou wouldft thinke him worthie of thy loue. 
 
 Eu. Why Sir, would you defire another make ? 
 And weare that garland for your Miftres lake ? 
 
 Ap. No Nymph, although I loue this lawrel tree, 
 My fancy ten times more affedleth thee : 
 And as the bay is alwaies frefli and greene, 
 So fliall my loue as frefli to thee be feene. 
 
 Eu. Now truly Sir, you offer me great wrong, 
 To hold me from my bufmes here fo long. 
 
 Ap. O ftay fweet Nymph, with more aduifement view. 
 What one he is, that for thy grace doth fue : 
 I am not one that haunts on hills or Rocks, 
 I am no fliepheard wayting on my flocks. 
 I am no boyftrous Satyre, no nor Faune, 
 That am with pleafure of thy beautie drawne. 
 Thou dofl. not know God wot, thou doft not kno. 
 The wight, whofe prefence thou difdainefl. fo. 
 
 Eu. But I may know, if you wold pleafe to tell. 
 
 Ap. My father in the higheft. heauens doth dwel: 
 And I am knowne the fonne of loue to bee, 
 Whereon the folke of Delphos honor mee. 
 By me is knowne what is, what was, and what fluU bee. 
 By me are learnde the Rules of harmonic. 
 By me the depth of Phificks lore is found: 
 And power of hearbes that grow vpon the ground. 
 And thus by circumftances maift thou fee, 
 That I am Phxbus, who doth fancie thee. 
 
 Eu. No fir, by thefe difcourfes may I fee. 
 You mock me with a forged pedegree. 
 If fonne you be to loue, as erft ye faid. 
 In making loue vnto a mortall maide. 
 You worke diflionour to your deitie : 
 I mufl. be gone : I thanke ye for your curtefie. 
 
 Ap. Alas, abandon not thy Louer fo. 
 
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 Eu. I pray fir hartily, giue me leaue to goe. 
 
 Ap, The way ore-growne, with fhrubs and buflies thick, 
 The fharpned thornes, your tender feete will prick. 
 The brambles round about, your traine will lappe, 
 The burs and briers, about your skirts will wrappe. 
 
 Eu. If Pkcebus, thou of loue the ofspring be, 
 Diflionor not thy deitie fo much. 
 With profered force, a filly mayd to touch : 
 For doing fo, although a god thou bee. 
 The earth, and men on earth, fliall ring thy infamie. 
 
 Ap. Hard fpeech to him that loueth thee fo well. 
 
 Eu. What know I that ? 
 
 Ap. I know it, and can tell : and feele it too. 
 
 Eu. If that your loue be fuch, 
 As you pretend, fo feruent and fo much. 
 For proofe thereof, graunt me but one requeft. 
 
 Ap. I will, by loue my father, I proteft: 
 Prouided firfl, that thy petition bee, 
 Not hurtfuU to thy felfe, nor harme to mee. 
 For fo fometimes did Phaeton my fonne, 
 Requeft a thing, whereby he was vndonne. 
 He loft his life through crauing it, and I 
 Through graunting it, loft him my fonne thereby. 
 
 Eu. Then Phoebus thus it is, if thou be hee, 
 That art pretended in thy pedegree, 
 If fonne thou be to loue as thou doeft faine, 
 And chalengeft that tytle not in vaine : 
 Now heer bewray fome figne of godhead than ? 
 And chaunge me ftraight, from fhape of mayd to man ? 
 
 Ap. Alas, what fond defire doth moue thy minde 
 To wifh thee altered from thy natiue kinde ? 
 If thou in this thy womans forme canft moue. 
 Not men but gods, to fue and feeke thy loue : 
 Content thy felfe with natures bountie than. 
 And couet not to beare the ftiape of man. 
 And this moreouer will I fay to thee. 
 Fairer man then mayde, thou ftialt neuer bee. Eury. 
 
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 Eu. I pray fir hartily, giue me leaue to goe. 
 
 Af. The way ore-growne, with fhrubs and buflies thick, 
 The fliarpned thornes, your tender feete will prick. 
 The brambles round about, your traine will lappe, 
 The burs and briers, about your skirts will wrappe. 
 
 Eu. If Phoebus, thou of loue the ofspring be, 
 Diftionor not thy deitie fo much. 
 With profered force, a filly mayd to touch : 
 For doing fo, although a god thou bee. 
 The earth, and men on earth, fhall ring thy infamie. 
 
 Ap. Hard fpeech to him that loueth thee fo well. 
 
 Eu. What know I that ? 
 
 Ap. I know it, and can tell: and feele it too. 
 
 Eu. If that your loue be fuch, 
 As you pretend, fo feruent and fo much, 
 For proofe thereof, graunt me but one requeft. 
 
 Ap. I will, by loue my father, I proteft: 
 Prouided firft, that thy petition bee. 
 Not hurtfull to thy felfe, nor harme to mee. 
 For fo fometimes did Phaeton my fonne, 
 Requeft. a thing, whereby he was vndonne. 
 He loll his life through crauing it, and I 
 Through graunting it, loll him my fonne thereby. 
 
 Eu. Then Phcebus thus it is, if thou be hee, 
 That art pretended in thy pedegree. 
 If fonne thou be to loue as thou doefl. faine, 
 And chalengefl. that tytle not in vaine : 
 Now heer bewray fome figne of godhead than ? 
 And chaunge me ft.raight, from fliape of mayd to man ? 
 
 Ap. Alas, what fond defire doth moue thy minde 
 To wilh thee altered from thy natiue kinde ? 
 If thou in this thy womans forme canfl. moue, 
 Not men but gods, to fue and feeke thy loue : 
 Content thy felfe with natures bountie than, 
 And couet not to beare the (hape of man. 
 And this moreouer will I fay to thee, 
 Fairer man then mayde, thou ftialt neuer bee. Eury. 
 
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 Eu. Thefe vaine excufes, manifeftly fliowe, 
 Whether you vfurp Af polios name or no. 
 Sith my demaund fo far furmounts your Art, 
 Ye ioyne exceptions, on the other part. 
 
 Ap. Nay then my doubtles Dei tie to proue. 
 Although thereby for euer I loofe my Loue, 
 I graunt thy wifh, thou art become a man : 
 I fpeake no more, then well performe I can. 
 And though thou walke in chaunged bodie now. 
 This pennance (hall be added to thy vow : 
 Thy felfe a man, fhalt loue a man, in vaine : 
 And louing, wifli to be a maide againe. 
 
 Eu. Appollo, whether I loue a man or not, 
 I thanke ye, now I will accept my lot : 
 And fith my chaunge hath difappointed you, 
 Ye are at libertie to loue anew. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Ap. If euer I loue, fith now I am forfaken. 
 Where next I loue, it fhall be better taken : 
 But what fo ere my fate in louing bee. 
 Yet thou maifl vaunt, that Phxbus loutd. thee. 
 
 Exit Appollo. 
 
 Enter loculo, Frifco, and Mopfo, at three 
 feuerall doores. 
 
 Mop. loculo, whither iettefl thou ? 
 Haft thou found thy Maifter ? 
 lo. Mopfo wel met, haft, thou found thy miftreffe ? 
 Mop. Not I by Pan. 
 lo. Nor I by Pot. 
 Mop. Pot ? what god's that ? 
 lo. The next god to a Pan, and fuch a pot it may be. 
 
 That 
 
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 As he ftiall haue moe feruants then all the Pannes in a Tin- 
 kers (hop. 
 
 Mop. Frifco, where haft, thou bene frisking ? haft thou 
 found ? 
 
 Frif. I haue found. 
 
 lo. What haft thou found Frifco ? 
 
 Frif. A couple of crack-roapes. 
 
 lo. And I. 
 
 Mop. And I. 
 
 Frif. I meane you two. 
 
 lo. I you two. 
 
 Mop. And I you two. 
 
 FrO. Come, a trebble coniundlion : all three, all three. 
 They all imbrace each other. 
 
 Mop. But Frifco, haft not found the faire fhepheardefle, 
 thy Maifters Miftreffe ? 
 
 Frif. Not I by God, Priapus I meane. 
 
 lo. Priapus quoth a ? Whattin a God might that bee ? 
 
 Frif. A plaine God, with a good peg to hang a fhephear- 
 dreffe bottle vpon. 
 
 lo. Thou being a Forrefters Boy, fliouldft fweare by the 
 God of the woods. 
 
 Frif. My Maifter fweares by Siluanus , I muft fweare by 
 his poore neighbour. 
 
 lo. And beer's a fhepheards fwaine, fweares by a Kitchen 
 God, Pan. 
 
 Mop. Pan's the fliepheardes God , but thou fweareft by 
 Pot, what God's that ? 
 
 Jo. The God of good-fellowfhip : well, you haue wicked 
 Maifters, that teach fuch little Boyes as you are to fweare fo 
 young. 
 
 Frif. Alas good old great man, wil not your mafter fwear ? 
 
 lo. I neuer heard him fweare fix found oaths in all my life. 
 
 Mop. May hap he cannot, becaufe hees difeafd. 
 
 Frif. Peace Mopfo. I will ftand toot, hee's neither braue 
 Courtier, bouncing Caualier, nor boone Companion, if he 
 
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 fweare not fometime : for they will fweare, forfweare, and 
 fweare. 
 
 lo. How ? fweare, forfweare, and fweare ? how is that ? 
 
 Frif. They'le fweare at dyce, forfweare their debts : 
 And fweare when they loofe their labour in loue. 
 
 lo. Well, your maiflers haue much to anfwere for, that 
 bring ye vp fo wickedly. 
 
 Frif. Nay my maifler is damn'd He be fworne, for his ve- 
 ry foule burnes in the firie eye of his faire miftreffe. 
 
 Mop. My maifter is not damn'd, but he is dead, for he hath 
 buried his ioyes in the bofome of his faire miftreffe. 
 
 lo. My maifter is neither damnde nor dead, and yet is in 
 the cafe of both your maiflers : like a woodden ihepheard, 
 and a flieepilh wood-man, for he is loft in feeking of a loft 
 Iheepe, and fpent in hunting a Doe that hee would faine 
 ftrike. 
 
 Frif. Faith and I am founderd with flinging too and fro, 
 with Chef-nuts, Hazel-nuts, Bullaze, and wildings, for pre- 
 fents from my maifter to the faire (hepherdeflfe. 
 
 Mop. And I am tierd like a Calfe, with carrying a Kidde 
 euery weeke to the Cottage of my maifters fweete Lamb- 
 kin. 
 
 lo. I am not tierd, but fo wearie I cannot goe, with follow- 
 ing a maifter , that foUowes his miftreffe , that followes her 
 ftiadow, that followes the funne, that followes his courfe. 
 
 Frif. That follows the colt , that followed the mare , the 
 man rode on to Midleton : ftiall I fpeake a wife word ? 
 
 Mop. Do and wee will burne our caps. 
 
 Frif. Are not we fooles ? 
 
 lo. Is that a wife word ? 
 
 Frif Giue me leaue: are not we fooles to weare our yong 
 feete to old ftumps , when there dwells a cunning man in a 
 Caue hereby, who for a bunch of rootes, a bagge of nuts, or 
 a bufliell of crabs, will tell vs, where thou fhalt finde thy mai- 
 fter, and which of our maifters fliall win the wenches fauour ? 
 
 Id. Bring me to him Frifco, He giue him all the poynts at 
 
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 my hofe, to poynt me right to my maifter. 
 
 Moj). A bottle of whey fliall be his meed, if he faue me la- 
 bour for pofting with prefents. 
 
 Enter Aramanthus, with his Globe, Syc. 
 
 Frif. Here he comes, offend him not loculo. 
 For feare he turne thee to a lacke an Apes. 
 
 Mop. And thee to an Owle. 
 
 lo. And thee to a Wood-cocke. 
 
 Frif. A Wood-cocke, an Owle, and an Ape ? 
 
 Mop. A long bill, a broade face, and no tayle ? 
 
 lo. Kiffe it Mopfo, and be quiet. He falute him ciuilly. 
 Good fpeed good man. 
 
 Aram. Welcome bad boy. 
 
 Frif. He fpeakes to thee loculo. 
 
 lo. Meaning thee Frifco. 
 
 Aram. I fpeake, and meane not him, nor him, nor thee. 
 But fpeaking fo, I fpeake and meane, all three. 
 
 lo. If ye be good at Rimes and Riddles old man, expound 
 me this. 
 Thefe two ferue two, thofe two ferue one, 
 Affoyle me this, and I am gone. 
 
 Aram. You three ferue three, thofe three do feeke to one, 
 One fliall her finde, he comes, and flie is gone. 
 
 lo. This is a wife anfwer : her going caufd his comming, 
 For if fhe had nere gone, he had nere come. 
 
 Mop. Good maifter wizard, leaue thefe murlemewes, and 
 tel Mopfo plainly, whether Getnulo my maifter , that gentle 
 Ihepheard, fliall win the loue of the faire fliepherdefle his 
 flock-keeper or not , and He giue ye a bottell of as good 
 whey, as ere ye laid lips too. 
 
 Frif. And good father Fortune-teller, let Frifco knowe, 
 whither ^iluio my maifter that luftie Forrefter, flial gaine that 
 fame gay fliepherdeife or no ? He promife ye nothing for your 
 paines, but a bag full of nuts : if /bring a crab or two in my 
 pocket, take them for aduantage. 
 
 E 2 lo. 
 
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 lo. And gentle maifter wife-man, tell loculo, if his noble 
 Maifter Afcanio, that gallant Courtier, flialbe found by me, 
 and flie found by him, for whom, he hath loil his fathers fa- 
 uour, and his owne libertie, and I my labour, and He giue ye 
 thankes : for we Courtiers, neither giue nor take bribes. 
 
 Aram. I take your meaning better then your fpeech, 
 And I will graunt the thing you doo befeech : 
 But for the teares of Louers be no toyes. 
 He tell their chaunce in parables to Boyes. 
 
 Frif, In what ye will, lets heare our maillers luck. 
 
 Aram. Thy maifters Doe, fliall turne vnto a Buck. 
 To Mopfo. 
 Thy maifters Eawe, be chaunged to a Ram, 
 
 To loculo. 
 Thy maifter feeks a maide, and findes a man. 
 Yet for his labor (hall he gaine his meede, 
 The other two fhall figh, to fee him fpeede. 
 
 Mop. Then my maifter fliall not win the fhepheardeffe ? 
 
 Aram. No : haft thee home, and bid him right his wrong, 
 The fhepheardeffe wil leaue his flock ere long. 
 
 Mop. He run to warne my mafter of that. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Frif. My maifter wood-man, takes but woodden paines 
 to no purpofe I thinke, what fay ye, fhall he fpeede ? 
 
 Aram. No : tell him fo, and bid him tend his Deare : 
 And ceafe to woe, he fliall not wed this yeare. 
 
 Frif. I am not forie for it, farewell loculo. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 lo. I may goe with thee , for I fhall fpeed euen fo too, by 
 flaying behinde. 
 
 Aram. Better my Boy, thou flialt thy maifter finde, 
 And he fhall finde the partie he requires : 
 And yet not finde the fumme of his defires. 
 Keep on that way, thy maifter walkes before, 
 Whom when thou find'ft, loofe him good Boy no more. 
 
 Exit ambo. 
 
 A^.\. 
 
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 Afi. 4. 
 
 Enter Afcanio, and loculo. 
 
 Afca. Shall then my trauell euer endles proue ? 
 That I can heare no tydings of my Loue ? 
 In neither defart, groue, nor Ihadie wood, 
 Nor obfcure thicket, where my foote hath trod? 
 But euery plough-man, and rude fliepheard fwain, 
 Doth flill reply vnto my greater paine? 
 Some Satyre then, or Goddeffe of this place, 
 Some water Nymph, vouchfafe me fo much grace 
 As by fome view, fome figne, or other fho, 
 I may haue knowledge if (he Hue or no. 
 
 Eccho. No. 
 
 Afca. Then my poore hart is buried too in wo : 
 Record it once more, if the truth be fo ? 
 
 Eccho. So. 
 
 Afca. How, that Eurymine is dead, or Hues? 
 
 Eccho. Liues. 
 
 Afca. Now gentle GoddeiTe thou redeem'fl. my foule 
 From death to life: Oh tell me quickly where? 
 
 Eccho. Where? 
 
 Afca. In fome remote far region, or elfe neere ? 
 
 Eccho. Neere. 
 
 Afca. Oh what conceales her from my thirftie eies? 
 Is it reflraint? or fome vnknowne difguife? 
 
 Eccho. Difguife, 
 
 lo. Let me be hangd my Lord, but all is lyes. 
 
 Eccho. Lyes. 
 
 lo. True, we are both perfwaded thou doefl lye. 
 
 Eccho. Thou doeft lye. 
 
 lo. Who I ? 
 
 Eccho. Who I ? 
 
 lo. I thou. 
 
 Eccho, I thou. 
 
 E 3 lo. Thou 
 
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 lo. Thou dar'ft. not come and fay fo to my face. 
 
 Eccho. Thy face. 
 
 Jo. He make you then for euer prating more. 
 
 Ecch. More. 
 
 lo. Will ye prate more ? He fee that prefently. 
 
 Afcha. Stay loculo, it is the Eccho Boy, 
 That mocks our griefe, and laughes at our annoy. 
 Hard by this groue there is a goodly plaine 
 Betwixt two hils, flill frefli with drops of raine : 
 Where neuer fpreading Oake nor Poplar grew, 
 Might hinder the profpedl or other view. 
 But all the country that about it lyes, 
 Prefents it felfe vnto our mortall eyes : 
 Saue that vpon each hill, by leauie trees, 
 The Sun at highefl, his fcorching heat may leefe. 
 There languifliing my felfe I will betake, 
 As heauen fliall pleafe, and only for her fake. 
 
 lo. Stay maifter, I haue fpied the fellow now, that mockt 
 vs all this while: fee where he fits. 
 
 Aramanthus fitting. 
 
 Afca. The very fliape my Vifion told me off, 
 That I fliould meet with as I ftrayd this way. 
 
 lo. What lynes he drawes ? beft. go not ouer farre. 
 
 Afi:a. Let me alone, thou doeft. but trouble mee. 
 
 lo. Youle trouble vs all annon, ye fliall fee. 
 
 Afca. God fpeed faire Sir. 
 
 lo. My Lord doo ye not marke? 
 How the skie thickens, and begins to darke ? 
 
 Afca. Health to ye Sir. 
 
 lo. Nay then God be our fpeed. 
 
 Ara. Forgiue me Sir, I fewe ye not in deed. 
 
 Afca. Pardon me rather, for molefling you. 
 
 lo. Such another face I neuer knew. 
 
 Ara. Thus ftudious I am wont to paffe the time. 
 By true proportion, of each line from line. 
 
 lo. Oh now I fee he was learning to fpell, 
 Theres A. B.C. in midil of his table. Afcanio. 
 
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 Afca. Tel me I pray ye fir, may I be bold to craue 
 The caufe of your abode within this Caue ? 
 
 Ara. To tell you that in this extreme diftreffe, 
 Were but a tale of Fortunes fickleneffe. 
 Sometime I was a Prince of Lesbos lie, 
 And liu'd belou'd, whilfl my good liars did fmile : 
 But clowded once with this worlds bitter croffe, 
 My ioy to grife, my gaine conuerts to loffe. 
 
 Afca. Forward I pray ye, faint not in your tale. 
 
 lo. It will not all be worth a cup of Ale. 
 
 Ara. A (hort difcourfe of that which is too long 
 How euer pleafmg, can neuer feeme but wrong : 
 Yet would my tragicke flory fit the ftage, 
 Pleafaunt in youth, but wretched in mine age. 
 Blinde Fortune fetting vp and pulling downe, 
 Abufde by thofe my felfe raifde to renowne : 
 But y which wrings me neer, and wounds my hart, 
 Is a falfe brothers bafe vnthankfull part. 
 
 Afc. A fmal offence comparde with my difeafe, 
 No doubt ingratitude in time may ceafe 
 And be forgot : my grief out-liues all howres : 
 Raining on my head, continual haplefTe fhowers. 
 
 Ara. You fing of yours, and I of mine relate : 
 To euery one, feemes worfl his owne ellate. 
 But to proceed, exiled thus by fpight. 
 Both country I forgoe, and brothers fight : 
 And comming hither where I thought to liue, 
 Yet here I cannot but lament and greeue. 
 
 A/ca. Some comfort yet in this there doth remaine : 
 That you haue found a partner in your paine. 
 
 Ara. How are your forrowes fubiedt, let me heare ? 
 
 A/ca. More ouerthrowne, and deeper in difpaire 
 Than is the manner of your heauie fmart, 
 My cureleffe griefe, doth ranckle at my hart. 
 And in a word, to heare the fumme of all, 
 I loue, and am belou'd : but there-withall 
 
 The 
 
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 The fweetneffe of that banquet mull forgo, 
 Whofe plealant taft. is chaungde with bitter wo. 
 
 Ara. A conflidt, but to try your noble minde, 
 As common vnto youth, as raine to winde. 
 
 Afca. But hence it it that doth me treble wrong, 
 Expected good, that is forborne fo long : 
 Doth loofe the vertue which the vfe would proue. 
 
 Ara. Are you then fir, defpifed of your Loue ? 
 
 AJca. No, but depriued of her company. 
 And for my careles negligence therein : 
 Am bound to doc this penaunce for my fm. 
 That if I neuer finde where fhe remaines, 
 I vowe a yeare flialbe my end of paines. 
 
 Ara. Was flie then loft within this Forreft here ? 
 
 Afc. Loft or forlorn, to me ftie was right deere. 
 And this is certaine, vnto him that could -' 
 The place where flie abides to me vnfold : 
 For euer I would vow my felfe his friend, 
 Neuer reuolting till my life did end. 
 And therefore fir, (as well I know your skill) 
 If you will giue me phificke for this ill, 
 And fliewe me if Eurymine do liue, 
 /t were a recompence for all my paine, 
 And / fliould thinke my ioyes were full againe. 
 
 Ara. They know the want of health that haue bene fick. 
 My felfe fometime acquainted with the like, 
 Do learne in dutie of a kinde regard. 
 To pittie him whofe hap hath bene fo hard. 
 How long / pray ye hath ihe abfent beene ? 
 
 Afca. Three dayes it is fince that my Loue was feene. 
 
 lo. Heer's learning for the nonce, that ftands on ioynts : 
 For all his cunning, ile fcarfe giue two poynts. 
 
 Ara. Mercurio regnante virum, Jubfequente Luna, 
 Fmminum defignat. 
 
 lo. Nay and you go to latin, then tis fure, my maifter ftiall 
 finde her, if he could tell when. 
 
 Ara. I 
 
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 Ara. I cannot tell what reafon it fhould bee, 
 But loue and reafon here doo difagree. 
 By proofe of learned principles I finde, 
 The manner of your loue's againfl all kinde. 
 And not to feed ye with vncertaine ioy, 
 Whom you aflfedl fo much, is but a Boy. 
 
 lo. A Riddle for my life, fome Antick left. 
 Did I not tell ye what his cunning was ? 
 
 Afca. I loue a Boy ? 
 
 Ara. Mine Art doth tell me fo. 
 
 Afca. Adde not a frefh increafe vnto my woe. 
 
 Ara, I dare auouch what lately I haue laide, 
 The loue that troubles you, is for no maide. 
 
 Afca. As well I might be faid to touch the skie, 
 Or darke the horizon with tapeftrie : 
 Or walke vpon the waters of the fea, 
 As to be haunted with fuch lunacie. 
 
 Ara. If it be falfe, mine Art I will defie. 
 
 Afca. Amaz'de with griefe, my loue is then transform'd. 
 
 lo. Maifter be contented, this is leape yeare. 
 Women weare breetches, petticoats are deare. 
 And thats his meaning, on my life it is. 
 Afc. Oh God, and Ihal my torments neuer ceafe ? 
 
 Ara. Repreffe the fury of your troubled minde : 
 Walke here a while, your Lady you may finde. 
 
 lo. A Lady and a Boy, this hangs wel together : 
 Like fnow in haruefl, fun-fliine and foule weather. 
 
 Enter Eurymine finging. 
 Since hope of helpe my froward flarres denie, 
 Come fweeteft death, and end my miferie. 
 He left his country, I my fliape haue loft, 
 Deare is the loue, that hath fo dearly coft. 
 
 Eu. Yet can I boaft, though Phxbus were vniuft 
 This (hift did ferue, to barre him from his luft. 
 But who are thefe alone ? I cannot chufe 
 But blulh for fhame, that any one ftiould fee, 
 Eurymine in this difguife to bee. F Eury. 
 
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 Afca, It is, it is not my loue , Eurymine. 
 
 Eury. Hark, fome one hallows : gentlemen adiew, 
 In this attire I dare not Hay their view. Exit. 
 
 Afca. My loue, my icy, my life, 
 By eye, by face, by tongue, it fliould be fliee. 
 Oh I, it was my loue, He after her, 
 And though flie paffe the Eagle in her flight. 
 He neuer reft, till I haue gain'd her fight. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Ara. Loue carries him, and fo retains his mind. 
 That he forgets how I am left behind : 
 Yet will I follow foftly, as I can. 
 In hope to fee the fortune of the man. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 To. Nay let them go a Gods name, one by one, 
 With my heart /am glad to be alone. 
 Heres old tranfforming, would with all his Art, 
 He could tranfforme this tree into a tart. 
 See then if / would flinch from hence or no ; 
 But for it is not fo, / needs muft go. 
 
 Exit. 
 Enter Siluio and Gemulo. 
 
 S//. /s it a bargaine Gemulo, or not ? 
 
 Ge. Thou neuer knew'ft me breake my word / wot, 
 Nor will / now, betide me bale or blis. 
 
 S«7. Nor / breake mine, and here her cottage is : 
 He call her forth. 
 
 Ge, Will %iluio be fo rude ? 
 
 S«7. Neuer fliall we betwixt our felues conclude 
 Our controuerfie, for we ouerweene. 
 
 Ge. Not I, but thou, for though thou iet'ft in greene. 
 As frefli as Meadow in a morne of May, 
 And fcorn'ft the ftiepheard, for he goes in gray. 
 But Forrefter, beleeue it as thy Creede, 
 My miftreife mindes my perfon, not my weede. 
 
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 Sil. So 'twas I thought, becaufe Ihe tends thy flieepe 
 Thou thinkft. in loue of thee (he taketh keepe : 
 That is as townifh damzels lend the hand, 
 But fend the heart to him aloofe doth fland. 
 So deales Eurymine with Siluio. 
 
 Ge. Albe fhe looke more blithe on Gemulo, 
 Her heart is in the dyall of her eye, 
 That poynts me hers. 
 
 Sz'/. That fhall we quickly trye. 
 Eurymine. 
 
 Ge. Erynnis Hop thy throte, 
 Vnto thy hound thou hallowfl. fuch a note : 
 I thought that fliepheards had bene mannerleffe. 
 But Wood-men are the ruder groomes I gueffe. 
 S//. How ihuld I cal her Swain, but by her name ? 
 
 Ge. So Hobnwll the plow-man, calls his dame. 
 Call her in Carroll from her quiet coate. 
 
 S?7. Agreed : but whether fhall begin his note. 
 
 Ge. Draw cuttes. 
 
 S«7. Content, the longefl (hall begin. 
 
 Ge. Tis mine. 
 
 S«7. Sing loude, for fhe is farre within. 
 
 Ge. Indrudl thy fmging in thy Forrest waies, 
 Shepheards know how to chant their roundelaies. 
 
 S//. Repeat our bargain, ere we fing our Song. 
 Leafl after wrangling, fhould our miftreife wrong. 
 If me (he chufe, thou mud be well content : 
 If thee (he chufe, I giue the like confent. 
 
 Ge. Tis done : now Pan pipe on thy fweetell Reede, 
 And as / loue, fo let thy feruaunt fpeede. 
 
 As little Lambes lift vp their fnowie fides. 
 When mounting Larke fiilutes the gray-eyed morne : 
 
 Sil. As from the Oaken leaues the honie glides. 
 Where Nightingales record vpon the thorne. 
 
 Ge. So rife my thoughts. 
 
 S«7. So all my fences cheere. 
 
 F 2 Ge. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Ge. When (he furueyes my flocks. 
 
 Sil. And fhe my Deare. 
 
 Ge. Eurymine. 
 
 Sil. Eurymine. 
 
 Ge. Come foorth. 
 
 Sil. Come foorth. 
 
 Ge. Come foorth and cheere thefe plaines. 
 And both fing this togither, when they haue 
 fung it Jingle. 
 
 Sil. The Wood-mans Loue. 
 
 Ge. And Lady of the Swaynes. 
 Enter Eurymine. 
 Faire Forefter and louely fliepheard Swaine, 
 Your CarroUs call Eurymine in vaine : 
 For ftie is gone, her Cottage and her (heepe, 
 With me her brother, hath flie left to keepe: 
 And made me fweare by Pan, ere (he did go, 
 To fee them fafely kept, for Gemulo. 
 
 They both looke Jlraungely vpon her, apart 
 each from other. 
 
 Ge. What ? hath my Loue a new come Louer than ? 
 
 Sil. What ? hath my Mi(lre(re got another man ? 
 
 Ge. This Swayne will rob me of Eurymine. 
 
 Sil. This youth hath power to win Eurymine. 
 
 Ge. This (Iraungers beautie beares away my prize. 
 
 5/7. This (Iraunger will bewitch her with his eies. 
 
 Ge. It is Adonis. 
 
 Sil. It is Ganymede. 
 
 Ge. My blood is chill. 
 
 Sil. My heart is cold as Leade. 
 
 Eu. Faire youthes, you haue forgot for what ye came, 
 You feeke your Loue, (hee's gone. 
 
 Ge. The more too blame. 
 
 Eu. Not fo, my fifler had no will to go : 
 But that our parents dread commaund was fo. 
 
 Siluio, 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 StV. It is thy fcufe, thou art not of her kin, 
 But as my Ryuall, com'fle my Loue to win. 
 
 Eu. By great Apollos facred Deitie, 
 That fliepheardeffe fo neare is Sib to me, 
 As I ne may (for all this world) her wed : 
 For (he and I in one felfe wombe were bred. 
 But ihe is gone, her flocke is left to mee. 
 
 Ge. The fliepcoat's mine, and I will in and fee. 
 
 S//. And I. 
 
 Exeunt Siluio and Gemulo. 
 
 Eu. Go both, cold comfort fliall you finde, 
 My manly fliape, hath yet a womans minde : 
 Prone to reueale what fecret fhe doth know, 
 God pardon me, I was about to fliow 
 My transformation.- peace they come againe. 
 Enter ^iluio, and Gemulo. 
 
 St7. Haue ye found her ? 
 
 Ge. No, we looke in vaine. 
 
 Eu. I told ye fo. 
 
 Ge. Yet heare me, new-come Swayne. 
 Albe thy feemly feature fet no fale 
 But honeft truth vpon thy nouell tale, 
 Yet (for this world is full of fubtiltie) 
 We wifti thee goe with vs for companie 
 Vnto a Wife-man wonning in this wood, 
 Hight Aramanth, whofe wit and skill is good: 
 That he may certifie our mazing doubt, 
 How this ftraunge chaunce and chaunge hath fallen out. 
 
 Eu. I am content : haue with ye, when ye will. 
 
 S«7. Euen now. 
 
 Eu. Hee'le make ye mufe, if he haue any skill. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Aa. 5. 
 
 Enter Afcanio, and Eurymine. 
 Afca. Eurymine, I pray if thou be (hee, 
 Refraine thy halle, and doo not Hie from mee. 
 
 F 3 The 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 The time hath bene my words thou wouldfl allow, 
 And am I growne fo loathfome to thee now ? 
 
 Eu. Afcanio, time hath bene I muft confeffe, 
 When in thy prefence was my happineffe : 
 But now the manner of my miferie, 
 Hath chaung'd that courfe, that fo it cannot be. 
 
 Afca. What wrong haue I contriued ? what iniurie 
 To alienate thy liking fo from me ? 
 If thou be (he whom fometime thou didfl. faine, 
 And bearefl. not the name of friend in vaine, 
 Let not thy borrowed guife of altred kinde, 
 Alter the wonted liking of thy minde : 
 But though in habit of a man thou goeft, 
 Yet be the fame Eurymine thou waft. 
 
 Eu. How gladly would I be thy Lady ftill, 
 If earneft vowes might anfwere to my will ? 
 
 Afca. And is thy fancie alterd with thy guife ? 
 
 Eu. My kinde, but not my minde in any wife. 
 
 Afca. What though thy habit differ from thy kind : 
 Thou maieft retain thy wonted louing mind. 
 
 Eu. And fo I doo. 
 
 Afca. Then why art' thou fo ftraunge ? 
 Or wherefore doth thy plighted fancie chaunge ? 
 
 Eu. Afcanio, my heart doth honor thee. 
 
 Afc. And yet continuefl ftil fo ftrange to me ? 
 
 Eu. Not ftrange, fo far as kind wil giue me leaue. 
 
 Afca. Vnkind that kind, that kindneffe doth bereaue : 
 Thou faift thou loueft me. 
 
 Eu. As a friend his friend : 
 And fo I vowe to loue thee to the end. 
 
 Afca. I wreake not of fuch loue, loue me but fo 
 As faire Eurymine lou'd Afcanio. 
 
 Eu. That loue's denide vnto my prefent kinde. 
 
 Afca. In kindly fliewes, vnkinde I doo thee finde : 
 I fee thou art as conftant as the winde. 
 
 Eurymine. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eu. Doth kind allow a man to loue a man 1 
 
 Afca. Why art not thou Eurymine ? 
 
 Eu. I am. 
 
 Kfca. Eurymine my Loue ? 
 
 Eu. The very fame. 
 
 kfca. And waft not thou a woman then? 
 
 Eu. Moft true. 
 
 hf. And art thou changed from a woman now ? 
 
 Eu. Too true. 
 
 Kfc. Thefe tales my mind perplex : thou art Eurymine. 
 
 Eu. In name, but not in fexe. 
 
 Kfca. What then ? 
 
 Eu. A man. 
 
 Afca. In guife thou art I fee. 
 
 Eu. The guife thou feeft, doth with my kinde agree. 
 
 Afca. Before thy flight thou waft a woman the. 
 
 Eu. True Afcanio. 
 
 Afca. And fince art thou a man ? 
 
 Eu. Too true deare friend. 
 
 Afca. Then haue I loft a wife. 
 
 Eu. But found a friend, whofe deareft blood and life, 
 Shalbe as readie as thine owne for thee : 
 /n place of wife, fuch friend thou haft of mee. 
 
 Enter loculo, and Aramanthus. 
 
 lo. Ihere they are : maifter well ouertane, 
 / thought we two fhould neuer meete againe : 
 You went fo faft, that I to follow ye, 
 Slipt ouer hedge and ditch, and many a tall tree. 
 
 Ara. Well faid my Boy, thou knoweft not how to lie. 
 
 lo. To lye Sir ? how fay you was it not fo ? 
 You were at my heeles, though farre off, ye know : 
 For maifter, not to counterfayt with ye now, 
 Hee's as good a footeman as a fliackeld fow. 
 
 Afca, Good Sir y'are welcome, firrha hold your prate. 
 
 Ara. What fpeed in that I told to you of late ? 
 
 Afcanio. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Afca. Both good and bad, as doth the fequell proue, 
 For (wretched) 1 haue found, and lofl. my Loue. 
 If that be loft which I can nere enioy. 
 
 lo. Faith Miftreffe y'are too blame to be fo coy. 
 The day hath bene, but what is that to mee : 
 When more familiar with a man you'ld bee. 
 
 Ara. I told ye you ftiould finde a man of her : 
 Or elfe my rule did very ftraungely erre. 
 
 Afca. Father, the triall of your skill I finde, 
 My Loue's transformde into another kinde : 
 And fo I finde, and yet haue loft my Loue. 
 
 lo. Ye cannot tell, take her afide and proue. 
 
 Kfca. But fweet Eurymine make fome report 
 Why thou departedft from thy fathers Court ? 
 And how this ftraunge mifhap to thee befell. 
 Let me intreat thou wouldft the proceffe tell. 
 
 Eu. To fhew how I arriued in this ground, 
 Were but renewing of an auncient wound : 
 Another time that office ile fulfill, 
 Let it fuffice, I came againft my will. 
 And wandring here about this Forreft fide. 
 It was my chaunce of Phcebus to be fpide. 
 Whofe loue becaufe I chaftly did withftand, 
 He thought to offer me a violent hand. 
 But for a prefent fliift to fhun his rape, 
 I wiflit my felfe transformde into this (hape : 
 Which he perform'd (God knowes) againft his wil : 
 And I fince then, haue wayld my fortune ftill. 
 Not for mifliking ought I finde in mee. 
 But for thy fake, whofe wife I meant to bee. 
 
 Kfca. Thus haue you heard our woful deftfinie. 
 Which I in heart lament, and fo doth fhe. 
 
 hra. The fitteft remedie that I can finde. 
 Is this, to eafe the torment of your minde. 
 Perfwade your felues that great Apollo can, 
 As eafily make a woman of a man, 
 
 As 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 As contrariwife he made a man of her. 
 
 Afca. I thinke no leffe. 
 
 Ara. Then humble fuite preferre 
 To him : perhaps your prayers may attaine, 
 To haue her turnd into her forme againe. 
 
 Eu. But Phmbus fuch difdain to me doth beare, 
 As hardly we fliall win his graunt I feare. 
 
 Ara. Then in thefe verdant fields al richly dide, 
 With natures gifts, and Floras painted pride : 
 There is a goodly fpring whofe chriflal flreames 
 Befet with myrtles, keepe backe Phmbus beames : 
 There in rich feates all wrought of luory. 
 The Graces fit, liflening the melodye : 
 The warbling Birds doo from their prettie billes 
 Vnite in concord, as the brooke diflilles. 
 Whofe gentle murmure with his buzzing noates. 
 Is as a bafe vnto their hollow throates. 
 Garlands befide they weare vpon their browes, 
 Made of all forts of flowers earth allowes : 
 From whence fuch fragrant fweet perfumes arife. 
 As you would fweare that place is Paradife. 
 To them let vs repaire with humble hart, 
 And meekly fhew the manner of your fmart : 
 So gratious are they in Apollos eies. 
 As their intreatie quickly may fuffice. 
 In your behalfe, lie tell them of your ftates. 
 And craue their aides, to fland your aduocates. 
 
 Afca. For euer you ihall bind vs to you than. 
 
 Ara. Come go with me: He doo the beft. I can. 
 
 lo. Is not this hard luck to wander fo long, 
 And in the end to finde his wife markt wrong. 
 
 Enter Phy lander. 
 A proper left, as euer I heard tell, 
 In footh, me-thinks the breech becomes her well : 
 And might it not make their husbands feare then. 
 Wold all the wiues in our town might wear them. 
 
 G Tell 
 
The Maydes MetamorpJwfis. 
 
 Tell me youth, art a ftraunger here or no ? 
 
 lo. Is your commiffion fir, to examine me fo ? 
 
 Phy. What is it thou ? now by my troth wel met. 
 
 lo. By your leaue, it's well ouertaken yet. 
 
 Phy. I litle thought I fliould a found thee here. 
 
 lo. Perhaps fo fir. 
 
 Phy. I prethee fpeake, what cheere ? 
 
 lo. What cheere can here be hopte for in thefe woods ? 
 Except trees, fl.ones, bryars, buflies, or buddes ? 
 
 Phy. My meaning is, I faine would heare thee fay. 
 How thou doeft. man, why thou tak'ft this another way. 
 
 lo. Why then fir, I doo as well as I may. 
 And to perfwade ye, that welcome ye bee, 
 Wilt pleafe ye fir, to eate a crab with mee ? 
 
 Phy. Beleeue me loculo, reafonable hard cheere. 
 
 lo. Phylander, tis the befl we can get heere. 
 But wheii returne ye to the Court againe ? 
 
 Phy. Shortly, now I haue found thee. 
 
 lo. To requite your paine. 
 Shall I intreat you beare a prefent from me ? 
 
 Phy. To whom ? » 
 
 lo. To the Duke. 
 
 Phy. What (hall it be? 
 
 lo. Becaufe Venfon fo conuenient doth not fall, 
 A pecke of Acornes to make merry withall. 
 
 Phy, What meanefl thou by that? 
 
 lo. By my troth fir as ye fee, 
 Acornes are good enough for fuch as hee. 
 I wilh his honour well, and to doo him good : 
 Would he had eaten all the Acorns in th' wood. 
 
 Phy. Good words loculo, of your Lord & mine. 
 
 lo. As may agree with fuch a churlifti fwine. 
 How dooes his honor ? 
 
 Phy. Indifferently well. 
 
 lo. I wifli him better. 
 
 Phy. How? 
 
 loculo. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 lo. Vice-gerent in hell. 
 
 Phy. Doefl thou wifli fo, for ought that he hath done ? 
 
 lo. I for the loue he beares vnto his fonne. 
 
 Phy. Hees growne of late, as fatherly and milde, 
 As euer father was vnto his childe : 
 And fent me forth to fearch the coaft. about, 
 If fo my hap might be to finde him' out. 
 And if Eurymine aliue remaine, 
 To bring them both vnto the Court againe. 
 Where is thy maifter ? 
 
 lo. Walking about the ground. 
 
 Phy. Oh that his Loue Eurymine were found. 
 
 lo. Why fo (he is, come follow me and fee. 
 He bring ye llrait where they remaining bee. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 Enter three orfoure Mufes, Aramanthus, 
 Afcanio, ^iluio, and Gemulo. 
 
 Afca. Ceafe your contention for Eurymine. 
 Nor words, nor vowes, can helpe her miferie : 
 But he it is that did her firft transforme, 
 Muft. calme the gloomy rigor of this florme : 
 Great Phoebus, whofe Pallace we are neere. 
 Salute him then in his celeftiall fphere: 
 That with the notes of cheerfull harmonie, 
 He may be mou'd to fhewe his Deitie. 
 
 S//. But wheres Eurymine, haue we lofl her fight ? 
 
 Af. Poore foule, within a caue, with fear affright 
 She fits, to (hun Apollos angry view, 
 Vntill Ihe fee what of our prayers enfue: 
 If we can reconcile his loue or no, 
 Or that (he mud continue in her woe. 
 
 I. Mu. Once haue we tried Afcanio, for thy fake 
 And once againe we will his power awake : 
 Not doubting but as he is of heauenly race, 
 
 G 2 At 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 At length he will take pitie on her cafe. 
 
 Sing therefore, and each partie from his heart, 
 
 In this our muficke, beare a chearefull part. 
 
 ^ong. 
 All haile faire Phcebus, in thy purple throne, 
 Vouchfafe the regarding of our deepe mone. 
 Hide not, oh hide not, thy comfortable face, 
 But pittie, but pittie, a virgins poore cafe. 
 
 Phoebus appeares. 
 I. Mufe. Illuftrate bewtie, Chriflall heauens eye, 
 Once more we do entreat thy clemencie : 
 That as thou art the power of vs all. 
 Thou would'fl redeeme Eurymine from thrall. 
 Graunt gentle God, graunt this our fmall requeft, 
 And if abilitie in vs do reft : 
 Whereby we euer may deferue the fame, 
 It ftialbe feene, we reuerence Phmbus name. 
 
 Phce. You facred fifters of faire Hellion, 
 On whom my fauours euermore haue ihone, 
 In this you muft haue patience with my vow, 
 I cannot graunt what you afpire vnto. 
 Nor was't my fault, fhe was tranfformed fo. 
 But her owne fond defire, as ye well know. 
 We told her too, before her vow was paft. 
 That cold repentance would enfue at laft. 
 And fith her felfe did wifh the fhape of man. 
 She caufde the abufe, digeft it how fhe can. 
 
 2. Mufe. Alas, if vnto her you be fo hard. 
 Yet of Afcanio haue fome more regard, 
 And let him not endure fuch endleffe wrong. 
 That hath purfude her conftant loue fo long. 
 
 Afca. Great God, the greeuous trauells I haue paft, 
 In reftleffe fearch, to find her out at laft : 
 My plaints my toiles, in lieu of my annoy, 
 Haue well deferu'd my Lady to enioy. 
 Penance too much I haue fuftaind before : 
 
 Oh 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Oh Phxbus, plague me not with any more. 
 Nor be thou fo extreame, now at the worft. 
 To make my torments greater than at the firft. 
 My Fathers late difpleafure is forgot, 
 And theres no let, nor any churlifh blot 
 To interrupt our ioyes from being compleat, 
 But only thy good fauour to intreat : 
 In thy great grace it lyes to make my (late 
 Moft, happie now, or moil infortunate. 
 
 1. Mu. Heauenly Apollo, on our knees I pray, 
 Vouchfafe thy great difpleafure to allay. 
 
 What honor to thy Godhead will arife. 
 
 To plague a filly Lady in this wife ? 
 
 Befide, it is a ftaine vnto thy Deitie, 
 
 To yeeld thine owne defires the foueraigntie : 
 
 Then fhew fome grace vnto a wofull Dame, 
 
 And in thefe groues, our tongues fhall found thy fame. 
 
 Phm. Arife deare Nourfes of diuineft. skill, 
 You facred Mufes of Pemaffus hill : 
 Phmbus is conquerd by your deare refpeft. 
 And will no longer clemency negledl. 
 You haue not fude nor praide to me in vaine : 
 I graunt your willes, flie is a mayd againe. 
 
 Afca. Thy praife flial neuer die whilfl I do Hue. 
 
 2. Mu. Nor will we flack perpetual thankes to giue. 
 Phx. Thalia, neare the Caue where fhe remaines 
 
 The Fayries keepe, requefl them of their paines, 
 And in my name, bid them forthwith prouide. 
 From that darke place, to be the Ladies guide. 
 And in the bountie of their liberall minde, 
 To giue her cloathes according to her kinde. 
 
 I. Mu. I goe diuine Apollo. Exit. 
 
 Phce. Hafle againe. 
 No time too fwift, to eafe a Louers paine. 
 
 Afca. Mofl facred Phoebus, endles thankes to thee, 
 That doeft vouchfafe fo much to pittie mee. 
 
 G 3 And 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 And aged father, for your kindneffe Ihowne, 
 Imagine not your friendfliip ill beflowne. 
 The earth (hall fooner vanifli and decay, 
 Than I will proue vnthankfuU any way- 
 
 Ara. It is fufficient recompence to me. 
 If that my filly helpe haue pleafurde ye. 
 If you enioy your Loue and hearts defire. 
 It is enough : nor doo I more require. 
 
 Phce. Graue Aramanthus, now I fee thy face 
 I call to minde, how tedious a long fpace 
 Thou haft, frequented thefe fad defarts here. 
 Thy time imployed, in heedfull minde I beare : 
 The patient fufferance of thy former wrong, 
 Thy poore eftate, and fliarpe exile fo long, 
 The honourable port thou bor'ft. fometime, 
 Till wrongd thou waft, with vndeferued crime 
 By them whom thou to honour didft aduance. 
 The meanory of which thy heauy chance, 
 Prouokes my minde to take remorfe on thee, 
 Father henceforth, my clyent flialt thou bee : 
 And paffe the remnant of thy fleeting time. 
 With Lawrell wreath, amongft the Mufes nine. 
 And when thy age hath giuen place to fate. 
 Thou (halt exchaunge thy former mortall flate : 
 And after death, a palme of fame ftialt weare, 
 Amongft the reft that Hue in honor here. 
 And laftly know, that faire Eurymine 
 Redeemed now from former miferie 
 Thy daughter is, whom I for that intent 
 Did hide from thee, in this thy banifliment : 
 That fo flie might the greater fcourge fuftaine, 
 /n putting Phcebus to fo great a paine. 
 But freely now, enioy each others fight : 
 No more Eurymine : abandon quite 
 That borrowed name, as Atlanta flie is calde, 
 And here flie woman, in her right fhape inftalde. 
 
 Ajcanio 
 
The Maydet Metamorphofis. 
 
 Afca. Is then my Loue deriu'de of noble race ? 
 
 F/ue. No more of that, but mutually imbrace. 
 
 Ara. Liues my Atlanta, whom the rough feas waue 
 / thought had brought vnto a timeleffe graue ? 
 
 Phos. Looke not fo ftraunge, it is thy fathers voyce. 
 And this thy Loue : Atlanta noM reioyce. 
 
 Eu. As in another world of greater Wis 
 My daunted fpirits doo fland amazde at this. 
 So great a tyde of comfort ouerflowes, 
 As what to fay, my faltering tongue fcarfe knowes : 
 But only this, vnperfe<5l though it bee, 
 /mmortall thankes great Phxbus vnto thee. 
 
 Phoi. Well Lady, you are retransformed now, 
 But /am fure you did repent your vow. 
 
 Eury. Bright Lampe of glory, pardon my ralhnefle paft, 
 
 Ph(z. The penance was your owne, though /did fail. 
 
 Enter Phylander, and loculo. 
 
 Afca. Behold deare Loue, to make your ioyes abound, 
 Yonder Phylander comes. 
 
 lo. Oh fir, well found. 
 But moil efpecially it glads my minde. 
 To fee my miflreffe reflorde to kinde. 
 
 Phy. My Lord & Madam, to requite your pain, 
 Telemachus hath fent for you againe. 
 All former quarrels now are trodden downe. 
 And he doth fmile, that heretofore did frowne. 
 
 Afca. Thankes kinde Phylander, for thy friendly newes. 
 Like lunos balme, that our lifes blood renewes. 
 
 Phy. But Lady, firfl. ere you your iourney take, 
 Vouchfafe at my requefl, one graunt to make. 
 
 Eu. Moil willingly. 
 
 Phoe. The matter is but fmall. 
 To weare a braunch of Lawrell in your Caull 
 For Phoebus fake, lead elfe / be forgot, 
 And thinke vpon me, when you fee me not. 
 
 Eurymine. 
 
The Maydes Metamorphofis. 
 
 Eu. Here while I Hue a folemne oath I make, 
 To loue the Lawrell for Apollos fake. 
 
 Ge. Our fuite is daflit we may depart I fee. 
 
 Phm. Nay Gemulo and Siluio, contented bee : 
 This night let me intreate ye you will take, 
 Such cheare as I and thefe poore Dames can make. 
 To morrow morne weele bring you on your way. 
 
 Sil. Your Godhead (hall commaund vs all to ftay. 
 
 Phm. Then Ladies gratulate this happie chaunce. 
 With fome delightfull tune and pleafaunt daunce. 
 Meane fpace, vpon his Harpe will Phoebus play, 
 So both of them may boaft. another day 
 And make report, that when their wedding chaunc'te, 
 Phxbus gaue muficke, and the Mufes daunc'te. 
 
 The Song. 
 
 Since painfull forrowes date hath end, 
 And time hath coupled friend with friend: 
 Reioyce we all, reioyce andfing, 
 Let all tliefe groaues of Phoebus ring. 
 Hope hauing wonne, difpaire is vanijht : 
 Pleafure reuiues, and care is banijht. 
 Then trippe we all this 'Roundelay, 
 And mil be mindfull of the Bay. 
 
 Exeunt. 
 
 FINIS.