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SCENA. II.
Hobinol, Digon, Thenot.Hob.
Poore Colin wofull man, thy life forespoke by loue,
What vncouth fit, what maladie is this, that thou dost proue.
Dig.
Or loue is voide of phisicke cleane, or loues our common wracke,
That giues vs bane to bring vs lowe, and let vs medicine lacke.
Hob.
That euer loue had reuerence 'mong sillie sheepeheed swaines,
Belike that humor hurtes thē most that most might be their paines.
The.
Hobin, it is some other god that cheerishethher sheepe,
For sure this loue doth nothing else but make our herdmen weepe.
Dig.
And what a hap is this I praye, when all our woods reioyce,
For Colin thus to be denyed his yong and louely choice.
The.
She hight in deede so fresh and faire that well it is for thee,
Hob.
And whether wendes yon thriueles swaine, like to the striken deere,
Seekes he Dictamum for his wounde within our forrest here.
Dig.
He wendes to greete the Queene of loue, that in these woods doth wonne,
With mirthles layes to make complaint to Venus of her sonne.
The.
A Colin thou art all deceiued, shee dallyes with the boy,
And winckes at all his wanton prankes, and thinkes thy loue a toy.
Hob.
Then leaue him to his luckles loue, let him abide his fate,
The sore is ranckled all to farre, our comforte coms to late.
Dig.
Though Thestilis the Scorpion be that breakes his sweete assault,
Yet will Rhamnusia vengeance take, on her disdainefull fault.
The.
Lo yonder comes the louely Nymphe, that in these Ida vales,
Playes with Amintas lustie boie, and coyes him in the dales.
Hob.
Thenot, me thinks her cheere is chāged, her mirthfull lookes are layd,
She frolicks not: pray god the lad haue not be guide the mayde.
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