University of Virginia Library

Scene III.

Clarion. Lionell. Karol.
Cla.
O', here is Karol! was not that the sad
Shep'erd, slip'd from him?

Lio.
Yes, I ghesse it was:
Who was that left you, Karol?

Kar.
The last man!
Whom, wee shall never see himselfe againe;
Or ours, I feare! He starts away from hand, so,
And all the touches, or soft stroke of reason!
Yee can applie. No Colt is so unbroken!
Or hawke yet halfe so haggard, or unmann'd!
He takes all toies that his wild phantsy proffers,
And flies away with them. He now conceives
That my lost Sister, his Earine,
Is lately turn'd a Sphere amid the seven:
And reades a Musique-Lecture to the Planets;
And with this thought, hee's run to cal 'hem, Hearers!

Cla.
Alas, this is a strayn'd, but innocent phant'sie!
I'le follow him, and find him, if I can:
Meane time, goe you with Lionell, sweet Karol,
Hee will acquaint you with an accident
Which much desires your presence, on the place!