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Scene IV.

Enter to them Anselme, in the habit of a Sheepherd, Lysis lying still talking to himselfe.
Cl.
H'as left us here inestimable treasure:
Was ever fool of a more pleasant humour?
But what illusion's this surprizeth me?
What i'st? is all the world turn'd foole like him?

Ans.
What! Clarimond it seems does hardly know me;

Cl.
Oh Heavens! in what a shape dost thou appear?
I'st Anselme?

Ans.
Yes I'me Anselme still for you.
But my Romantick Name is Polidore.

Cl.
D'ee act a part in some new Comedy?
Or hath this Foole involv'd you in his follies?

Ans.
You know him then?

Clar.
Arriv'd here yester-night
I've almost learnt already his full story,
Himselfe did spend much time t'informe me in it.
But there is one Charita much in's thoughs;
Who's that rare Object?

Ansel.
I'm pleas'd with this surprize:
You name Charita, and ask who she is.

Clar.
What, is't that faire One now with Angelica?
Her Cousin?

Ansel.
The same: 'tis she that wounds him.

Clar.
Being entangled in such easie chaines,
Although his thoughts did erre, his eye did not:
But since this beauty is the same Charita,
Whose merits I have oft proclaim'd at Paris,
I'd gladly share the incomparable sport
This day to be a Sheepherd, and his Rival,
Induc'd to this disguise by your example.

Ansel.
Faith do not wonder that you see me thus;
Tis Angelica's power over me.
Her service is so sweet a Law to me,
That knowing Pastorals did alwaies please her,
I'm made a Sheepherd, Charita a Sheepherdess,
She likewise acts her part, but one more gentle,
For her, among us, we have made a Nymph.

Clar.
This needs must be as pleasant as tis rare;
But I must let her know what I intend,
She being a Nymph, we all must seem to court her.

Lys.
Ah!—

(crying out awaking from a dead sleep.)
Ansel.
What aile ye Sheepherd?

(running to him.)
Lys.
'Twas a stretch of Love.—
I thought my soule was quitting its abode,
Musing upon that fairest faire Charita.

Ansel.
Indeed th'are pleasant thoughts, and worthy of you,
But we must leave you in so sweet a rapture;
Farewel, the Heavens have care of what concerns you.

Ex.
Lys.
Courteous Sheepherds, Pan have you in his keeping;