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Dorindo. Lupino. Siluio.
[Dorindo.]
O fortunate delight, and care of my
Faire spightfull Siluio. Ah that I were
As deare vnto thy cruell maister as thou art.
(Happie Melampo) he with that white hand,
That nippes my heart, thee softly stroking feeds.
With thee all day and all the night he is,
Whilst I that loue him so, sigh still in vaine.
And that which greeues me worst, he giues thee still
Kisses so sweete, that had I one of them,
I should goe blest away. I cannot choose
But kisse Melampo. Now if th'appie starres
Of loue, sent thee to me bcause thou shouldst
Find out his steps. Go'w whither me great loue
Thee nature teacheth. But I heare a horne
Sound in these woods.

(Sil.)
Voho ho, Melampo ho.

Do.
If my desire deceiue me not, that is the voice
Of my beloued Siluio, that call, his dogge,
He hath our labour sau'd.

(Sil.)
Vohoho, Melampo ho.

Do.
Doubtlesse t's he: happie Dorinda heauens
Haue sent him whom thou soughtst, t'is best I put
The dogge aside, so may I win his loue.
Lupino.

(Lu.)
Whats your will?

(Do.)
Go hide thy selfe
In that same thicke, and take the dogge with thee.

(Lu.)
I goe.

Do.
And stirre not till I call.

(Lu.)
No more I will.

Do.
Go soone.

(Lu.)
And call you soone, least hunger make
The dogge beleeue I am a shoulder of mutton, and so fall too.

Do.
Go get you hence hen-hearted wretch.

Sil.
O wretched me, whither shall I goe
To follow thee my deere, my faithfull dogge?
The dales, the mountaines, I haue sought with care,
All weary now I am. Curst be the beast
Thou didst pursue. But see a Nymphe, perhaps
She can tell newes of him. Out vpon her,
T'is she that's still so troublesome to me.
I must dissemble. Faire and gracious Nymphe,
Did you my good Melampo see to day?

Do.
I faire good Siluio? can you call me faire?
That am not faire a whit vnto your eyes.

Sil.
Or faire, or foule, did you not see my dogge?
Answere to this, or I am quickly gone.

Do.
Stil thou art froward vnto her that thee adores,
Who would beleeue that in that smooth aspect
Were harboured such rugged thoughts. Thou through
These sauage woods and rocky hills pursu'st
A beast that flies thee, and consum'st thy selfe
In tracing out thy greyhounds steps: and me
Thou shunst and dost disdaine that loues thee so.
Ah leaue these does that runne so fast away,
Take hold of me thy preordained pray.

Sil.
Nymphe, I Melampo came to seeke, not to loose time,
Farewell.

(Do.)
Do not so shun me cruell Siluio,
I'le tell thee newes of thy Melampo man.

Sil.
Thou iests Dorinda.

(Do.)
Siluio, I protest
By that deare loue that me thy handmaid makes,
I know where thy Melampo is that courst the doe.

Sil.
How did he leese her?

(Do.)
Both dog and doe are in my power.

Sil.
Both in your power?

(Do.)
Why doth it grieue you then
That I them hold that do adore you so?

Sil.
Deare Dorinda, quickly giue me him.

Do.
See wau'ring child, am I not fortunate?
When a beast and a dogge can make me deare to thee.

Sil.
Good reason too, but yet her Ile deceiue.

Do.
What will you giue me?

(Sil.)
Two guilded apples
Which my mother gaue me yesterday.

Do.
I want no apples, and perhaps I could
Thee better-tasted giue; didst thou not thus
Disdaine my gifts.

(Sil.)
What wouldst thou haue, a kid,
A lambe? Ah but my father giues me no such leaue.

Do.
Nor kids, nor lambes do I desire, it is thy loue
My Siluio which I seeke.

(Sil.)
Wilt thou nought but my loue?

Do.
Nought else.

(Sil.)
I giue it thee. Now my deare Nymph
Giue me my dog and doe.

(Do.)
Ah that thou knewst
That treasures worth whereof thou seemst so liberall,
Or that thy heart did answere to thy tongue.

Sil.
Heare me faire Nymphe, thou euer telst me of
A certaine loue, I know not what it is.
Thou dost desire I should thee loue, and so I do.
As farre forth as I can, or vnderstand,
Thou callst me cruell, and I know not crueltie.

Do.
Wretched Dorinda, how hast thou plast thy hopes
In beautie, feeling ne're a sparke of loue?
Thou louely boy art such a fire to me,
And yet burnes not thy selfe. Thee vnder humane shape
O daintie mother, did the Cyprian daine
Bring forth, thou hast his arrovves and his sire.
Well knowe my breast both burnt and wounded too,
Get but his wings vnto thy shoulders, and
New Cupid shalt thou be, wer't not thy heart
Is made of rocky frozen Isy shelfe,
Thou wantedst naught of loue, but loue it selfe.

Sil.
Tell me, what kind of thing is this same loue?

Do.
If in thy face I looke (oh louely boy)
Then is this loue a paradize of ioy.
But if I turne and view my spirit well,
Then t'is a flame of deepe infernall hell.

Sil.
Nymphe, no more words, giue me my dog and doe.

Do.
Nay giue me first, the loue you promised.

Sil.
Haue I not giu'n it? what a stirre is here,
Her to content take it, do what thou wilt,
Who doth forbid thee? what wouldst thou haue more?

Do.
Thou sow'st thy seed in sand wretched Dorinda.

Sil.
What would you haue? why do you linger thus?

Do.
As soone as you haue got what you desire,
(Perfidous Siluio) you are gone from me.

Sil.
No trust me Nymph.

(Do.)
Giue me a pledge.

(Sil.)
What pledge?

Do.
I dare not tell.

(Sil.)
And why?

(Do.)
I am asham'd.

Sil.
Are you asham'd to speake, and not asham'd
It to receiue?

(Do.)
If you will promise me
To giue it, I will tell.

(Sil.)
I promise you.

Do.
(Siluio my deare) do you not vnderstand me yet?
I should haue vnderstood you but with halfe of this.

Sil.
Thou art more subtill much then I.

Do.
I am more earnest, and lesse cruel much then thou.

Sil.
To say the troath, I am no Prophet I,
You must speake if you'le haue me vnderstand.

Do.
O wretch one of those which thy mother gaue to thee.

Sil.
A blow on th'eare?

(Do.)
A blow on th'ear to one yt loues.

Sil.
Sometime she maketh much of me with one of thē thee?

Do.
Doth she not kisse you then?

(Sil.)
Nor she nor any else
Doth kisse me. But perhaps youl'd haue a kisse.
You answere not, your blushing you accuseth,
I am content, but giue me first my dogge.

Do.
Y'haue promist me?

(Sil.)
T'is true, I haue promist thee.

Do.
And will you stay?

(Sil.)
Tush what a stirre is here? I will.

Do.
Come forth Lupino, Lupino dost not heare?

Lu.
Who calls? I come, I come, it was not I,
It was the dogge that slept.

(Do.)
behold thy dogge
More courteous then thy selfe.

(Sil.)
O happy me.

Do.
He in these armes that thou despisest so,
Did put himselfe.

(Sil.)
O my most deare Melampo.

Do.
Esteeming deare my kisses and my sighes.

Sil.
He kisse thee thousand times poore curre.
Hast thou no harme in running poore Melampo?

Do.
O happie dog might I change lots with thee:
Am I not brought vnto an excellent passe,
That of a dog I must be iealous thus?
Lupino go vnto the hunting strait,
Ile follow thee.

(Lu.)
Mistresse I go.

Exit.