Pans Pipe, Three Pastorall Eglogues, in English Hexameter With Other Poetical Verses delightfull. For the further delight of the Reader, the Printer hath annexed hereunto the delectable Poeme of the Fisher-mans Tale [by Francis Sabie] |
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Faustus, Coridon, Thestilis, Damon.
What great thanks, neighbors, to the gods celestiall owe we
which such goodly weather haue sent for our ewes that haue eaned
Se neighbors ech one, how finely Aurora saluteth
Her louing Tytan, how pale and ruddy she looketh,
Our weaklings doubtlesse this day wil mightily strengthen.
Co.
O, tis a fine weather, a trim batling time for our heardlings,
And lesse I be deceiu'd, this day will prooue verie faire too,
What great thankes therefore to the gods celestiall owe we?
Fa.
Yea, Coridon for many mo things we be greatly beholding
Vnto the gods, I my self haue seen a time when as heardsmen
Could not vse their pipes, could not as we do together
Sit thus far fro the flocks, the Wolfe which priuily lurked
In these woods, the Beare which craftily croucht in a thicket,
Both sheep & heards wold thē deuour, yea oft frō our herdlings
We by force were pluckt, & wretches vrg'd to be souldiers,
Seldom now doth a Wolf, the beare exilde fro the mountains,
Doth neuer hurt our flocks, the gates of peaceable Ianus
Be now barred fast, we need not feare to be souldiers,
Nor feare souldiers force, we may now merrily pipe here.
Co.
Faustus tels vs troth, my sire and grand-sire oft times
Told me the same, with many mo things, more mercy the gods shew
Pan doth fauor his herds, we may nowe merily pipe here.
Th.
Yea Coridon thou maist securely kisse Galatea,
Vnder a shade, yea and more than that, if no body see thee.
Co.
My Galatea no doubt, before your withered Alice
Shal be preferd, she lookes like an olde witch scortch'd in a Kil.
Da.
Wel Coridon, boast not too much of your Galatea, house.
Shortly your ewes wil (I fear) take you for a Ram, not a keeper,
Th.
No, Coridons sweet pipe, which such braue melody maketh
Nill on's head suffer Acteons hornes to he ioyned.
Co.
Fa.
These reprochfull tearms should not be rehearsed among you,
You should not haue told him of his wife Galatea:
You should not haue told him of the deformity of his wife,
But let these things passe, Coridon euen now made a challenge
Wil ye with him contend, I wil giue reasonable iudgement.
Both.
We be agreed.
Fa.
Begin Coridon, you first made a challenge.
What great thanks, neighbors, to the gods celestiall owe we
which such goodly weather haue sent for our ewes that haue eaned
Se neighbors ech one, how finely Aurora saluteth
Her louing Tytan, how pale and ruddy she looketh,
Our weaklings doubtlesse this day wil mightily strengthen.
Co.
O, tis a fine weather, a trim batling time for our heardlings,
And lesse I be deceiu'd, this day will prooue verie faire too,
What great thankes therefore to the gods celestiall owe we?
Fa.
Yea, Coridon for many mo things we be greatly beholding
Vnto the gods, I my self haue seen a time when as heardsmen
Could not vse their pipes, could not as we do together
Sit thus far fro the flocks, the Wolfe which priuily lurked
In these woods, the Beare which craftily croucht in a thicket,
Both sheep & heards wold thē deuour, yea oft frō our herdlings
We by force were pluckt, & wretches vrg'd to be souldiers,
Seldom now doth a Wolf, the beare exilde fro the mountains,
Doth neuer hurt our flocks, the gates of peaceable Ianus
Be now barred fast, we need not feare to be souldiers,
Nor feare souldiers force, we may now merrily pipe here.
Co.
Faustus tels vs troth, my sire and grand-sire oft times
Told me the same, with many mo things, more mercy the gods shew
Pan doth fauor his herds, we may nowe merily pipe here.
Th.
Yea Coridon thou maist securely kisse Galatea,
Vnder a shade, yea and more than that, if no body see thee.
Co.
My Galatea no doubt, before your withered Alice
Shal be preferd, she lookes like an olde witch scortch'd in a Kil.
Da.
Wel Coridon, boast not too much of your Galatea, house.
Shortly your ewes wil (I fear) take you for a Ram, not a keeper,
Th.
No, Coridons sweet pipe, which such braue melody maketh
Nill on's head suffer Acteons hornes to he ioyned.
Co.
Ich wil pipe with you Damon or Thestilis either,
And let Faustus iudge whose pipe best harmony sendeth.
Fa.
These reprochfull tearms should not be rehearsed among you,
You should not haue told him of his wife Galatea:
You should not haue told him of the deformity of his wife,
But let these things passe, Coridon euen now made a challenge
Wil ye with him contend, I wil giue reasonable iudgement.
Both.
We be agreed.
Fa.
Begin Coridon, you first made a challenge.
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