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Sce. 2.
Amarillis. Mirtillo. Chorus of Nimphs. Corisca.[Amarillis.]
Behold the buffe!
(Mi.)
Behold indeed! ah sight.
Am.
Why stay ye now?
(Mir.)
Ah voice that hast at once
Both wounded me and healed me againe?
Am.
Where be ye? what do ye? Lisetta you
That so desir'd this sport, where are you now?
Where is Corisca? and where be the rest?
Mir!
Now may't be truly said that loue is blinde,
And hath a scarce that bindeth vp his eyes.
Ama.
Come list to me! guide me cleare of these trees,
There set me in the plaine, you round about
A circle make and so begin the play.
Mir.
What shall I do? I see not how this sport
Can do me good, nor I Corisca see that is
The load-starre of my hopes. Heauens aide me.
Am.
Why are ye come? think ye nought else to do
But blind mine eies? Where are ye let's begin?
Cho. Nim.
Blind loue I do not trust to thee,
That makes desires full of obscuritie.
Thou hast for all sight and lesser troath,
Blind or not blind thou tempest in vaine,
For I can shift me in this plaine.
Blind thou dost see through A rons eies,
Blind thou best sighted safely ties.
Now that I am at libertie.
I were a foole to trust to thee.
In iest nor earnest Ile not stay,
Because thou kill'st when thou dost play.
Am.
But ye play too far off, ye should touch me.
Mir.
O mightie Gods! what do I see? am I
In heauen or earth? y' haue no such harmonie.
Co. Nim.
But you that blind and faithlesse proue,
That calleth me to play this houre,
Behold I play and with my hand
Hit your backe and by you stand.
I play and round about you run,
And for I trust not you I shun.
Here am I now and there againe,
Whilst you take me striue in vaine.
The reason is my hart is free,
Therefore you cannot handle mee.
Ama.
I thought I had Licoris caught, and I
Haue got a tree. I heare you laugh full well.
Mir.
Oh would I were that tree. Me thinkes I see Corisca
Hidden in yonder shrubs, she nods to mee,
Tis eu'n she, she beckens still to mee.
Cho. Nim.
Free harts haue euer feet to fly,
And so (entising powre) haue I
Yet will you tempt me in to traine?
In faith (sweet) no: t's all in vaine.
The reason is my hart is free,
Therefore you cannot handle mee.
Ama.
I would this tree were burn'd, now had I thought
I had Elisa ta'en.
(Mir.)
Yet doth Corisca point,
She threatens me, sh'would haue me put my selfe
Among these Nimphes.
(Ama.)
Belike thus I all day
Must play with trees.
(Co.)
I must spite of my hart
Vntill she come thro thy armes? let her take thee,
Giue me thy cart (foole) go and meet with her.
Mir.
How ill agree my hart with my desire?
Th'one dares so little, th'other seekes so much.
Ama.
T'is time I runne againe vnto the sport,
I almost weary am. Ere, fie: you make
Me run too much, in faith y'are too blame.
Cho. Nim.
Now looke about triumphant powre,
That the world atribute dost deuoure.
Now bearst thou mocks and many a bat,
And like an Owle th'art wondred at.
About whom birds flicke thicke and round,
VVhilst them she sirues in vaine to wound.
So art thou loue this instant tide
Laught at and mockt on euery side.
Some hit backe and some thy face,
Sparing thee neither time nor place.
It will not boote thee spread thy wings,
Nor that thy pinions whistling flings.
Catch how thou wilt thou getst not mee,
The reason is my hart is free. (Amarillis takes Mirtillo now.)
Him thou hast caught is no wonder,
For loueholds all his sences vnder.
Exeunt Cho. Nim.
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