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Scene II.

Enter to them Clarimond, Charita.
Angel.
I thought I'd lost ye, and was much perplext.

Clar.
We took the Aire upon the Fountain's side,
While you and Hircan have resolved how
Extravagant Lysis must be entertain'd.

Angel.
And did the breath of Zephyrus delight ye?

Clar.
My Sheepherdess did make it pleasant to me.

Angel.
Your cares are constant.

Char.
D'ye wonder at it?
Did ever any see me, and forsake me?

Angel.
Clarimond gives good evidence of that.

Char.
To whom more justly could he render homage?
I dare engage with less baits heretofore,
Fauns were from Woods by Sheepherdesses drawn.
I have a quick, sweet look—

Angel.
And a vain humour.

Char.
Not without reason, I come from the Fountaine,
Whose moving Christall since I have consulted,
A little vanity may be allow'd me.

Angel.
Sure it flatter'd

Char.
Not so much as you think.
But guesse whom I am like in our Romances:
What's rare, there by a Past'rall pencill drawn,
Is all but Copy I'm th'Originall,
In this disguise I'm nothing but is lovely,
I surpasse Philis, if not equall Astrea.

Angel.
You highly prize your selfe in my opinion.

Hircan.
Charita is too faire to speak otherwise,
The best of Beauties may commend it selfe.

Char.
So wise a Druyde; Who would not believe?

Clar.
I credit but my heart in this great Truth,
But as y'ave no defects, so be not cruell:
And to my perfect love vouchsafe to grant
A favour to adorne my Crook—this shall
Suffice—

(He snatches at a Ribbon, and Charita stops his hand.)
Angel.
What doth this Sheepherd from Arcadia?
Expresly come to honour you in Brie,
And you refuse him that? Y'are strangely cruell.

Char.
Can he complain? I give when he demands.

(giving him a knock.)
Clar.
Willingly?

Char.
Yes, frankly Philiris, without disguise,
Provided Clarimond have no share in it.

Clar.
Why that Reserve so contrary to my vowes?
Explaine your selfe for Love-sake.—

Char.
It needs not.

Clar.
But in fine—

Char.
No more, here's Montenor.