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SCEN 2.
Hunter Huntresse.Hunt.
Now, lusty Leman as I sayd beforne
Quick begin wee the Thing for which wee come.
Huntr.
Then here sett wee vp our Turnaments, Leape-vp
And you that giue the challenge first leape up.
Hunt.
Loe thus my Carreere I do straite begin.
Huntr.
Loe thus my Buckler I hold furth to him
Hunt.
Brighter then be the Portailes of the Sun
My virgins eyes vpon my eyes haue shone.
Huntr.
Lyke vnto the charming Songs of Ligia
Thy wounding woordes haue stricken Syluia.
Hunt.
What higher kingdome may my Soule aspire
Then to be quickend by my Syliuaes Fyre?
Huntr.
Loe this sweete dewe I rayne to coole your heate
Hunt.
I hurle these shafts, sit sure and keepe your seate
Huntr.
Nay, Syluius, of Courage spare one ounce
Least all your Blondring Bolts be spent at once.
Hunt.
Lyke Porpentine I neuer voyd my quiuer.
Huntr.
If you take not good heede your Launce may shiuer.
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That sayd dewe of thyne may the splits recouer.
Huntr.
Nay then, Sir Syluius, wee shall ne'er giue ouer.
Hunt.
Bellum is sayd being nor good nor faire,
But our warr, Syluia, is both faire and rare.
Huntr.
If Cupids warr be such a iolly thing
Why made it wretched Troye such Næniaes sing?
Hunt.
Because they their warr in the feild did moue,
But our is in a priuate Tent of Loue.
Huntr.
What so enuious chaunce may then Maligne
Our Aduerse Toyles in one wee not combine?
Hunt.
Then come, my Syluia, wind thyne armes in myne.
Huntr.
So Mars with Venus do in Lynks entwyne.
Hunt.
Once againe this Amourous shaft I giue thee.
Huntr.
Most strongly shot and rightly hit beleeue me.
Hunt.
Since you commend my Archery so high
Loe you another shott as Masterlye.
Huntr.
A Truce, good Sir, For as our Poet seyd it,
Si nunquam cessas tendere mollis erit.
Hunt.
Here in thy lap, Syluia, I'll lay along.
Huntr.
While vnto my Loue I shall sing the Song.
Hunt.
My choicest faire Doe and my Deare come on.
The Third Song.
1.
Forward hie wee with Pace and Trot,Before wee shall, by the Hind Cast,
After with Bowe the Buck be shot,
Be at the Fall when th'Hunt is past.
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2.
A leash will then be our Reward,Els nothing, wee do vs assure,
Now let vs not lagge, in the Rere ward,
But onward the Pace with foote sure.
3.
Before the Boasted Buck be down,If wee in Place together be,
Chaunce wee may giue the Keeper soone
A blast of the Horne for his Fee.
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