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Scene. 3
Siluio. Dorindo.[Siluio.]
Is ought behind? Where is the Doe you promist me?
Do.
Will you her haue aliue or dead?
Sil.
I vnderstand you not.
How's she aliue, hath not my dog her kild?
Do.
But say the dog hath not.
(Sil.)
Is she aliue?
Do.
Aliue.
(Sil.)
So much more welcome she 'is.
Do.
Onely shee's wounded in the hart.
(Sil.)
Thou mockst:
How can she liue and wounded in the hart?
Do.
My cruell Siluio, I am that same Do,
Without pursuit or conquest taken so.
Quicke if thou pleasest to accept of me,
Dead if thou dost despise my companie.
Sil.
Is this the Do, the game you told me of?
Do.
This is the same. Ay me, why looke you so?
Hold you a Nimph no dearer then a Do?
Sil.
I neither hold thee deare nor like of thee:
But hate thee brute, vilde, lying filth.
Exit.
Do.
Is this my guerdon cruell Siluio?
Vngratefull boy, is this all my reward?
I gaue Melampo and my selfe with him to thee,
Hoping that thus thou wouldst not haue denide
The sunshine of thine eyes to me I would
Haue kept thee and thy dog most faithful company,
I would haue wipte thy browes from toilefull sweat;
Vpon this lap that neuer taketh rest,
Thou might'st haue ta'ne thy rest. I would
When beasts had wanted in the woods thou mightst
Haue shot at me for one, and in this brest
Haue vsed still thy tough-well-sinew'd bowe.
So as thou wouldst, I like thy seruant might
Thy weapons carried haue, or prou'd thy pray,
Making my brest both quiuer and the marke
For those thy shafts. But vnto whom, speake I?
To him that heares me not, but's fled from me,
Flie where thou wilt, thee will I still pursue,
Eu'n into hell, if any hell can be
More painfull then my griefe, then thy great crueltie.
Exit.
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