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Scen. 2.

Pas Conchylio.
Pas.
Who sowes the seas, or plowes the easy shore?
Yet I, fond I more fond, and sencelesse more:
Who striues in nets to prison in the winde?
Yet I in loue a woman thought to bind:
Fond, too fond thoughts, that thought in loue to tie,
One more inconstant then inconstancy:
Looke as it is with some true Aprill day,
The sunne his glorious beames doth fayre display,
And straight a clowd breakes into fluent showres,
Then shines and raines, and cleares and straight it lowres:
And twenty changinges in one houre do proue,
So, and more changing is a womans loue.
Fond then my thoughts, that thought a thing so vaine,
Fond loue, to loue what could not loue againe.
Fond hopes, that anchor on so false a ground,
Fond thoughts that fir'd with loue, in hope thus drownd:
Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I,
To graspe the winde, and loue inconstancy.
Ah Cosma, Cosma.

Exit
Con.
Ah Pas, asse passing asse; hah, ha, he:
Fond thoughts, fond hope, fond heart, but fondest I,
To graspe the winde, and loue inconstancy; ha, ha, he,
This foole would haue I know not what, the sea
To stand still like a pond, the Moone neuer to change,
A woman true to one hee knowes not what:
She that to one all her affections brings
Cages herselfe and pinions Cupids wings.
Let's see whose the second; O the second
Is an old dotard who though now foure score
Yet nature hauing left him some few hot embers
Rack't vp in cold ashes, thinkes himselfe all fire and flame
And therefore like the dwarfes
Who though neere so old, yet still consort with boyes
So he among the freshest youth in dancing
In songs and sporting spends his fadish time.
When snow on's head, showes in his eye
With winter lookes giues summer words the lye
His name is Fredocaldo; he knowes his name
Enter Fredocaldo.
No sooner cald but comes! what i'st he reads?
Vpon my life some sonner, Ile stand and heare.