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Scen. 4.
Pas. Fredocaldo.Pas.
The Doe was almost strooke, 'twas time I came,
For once I'le be a keeper of the game.
I see 'tis Owle-light, Mineruaes waggoner,
Enter Fred.
My old riuall, who this twenty yeeres
Saw nothing but what shin'd through glasse windowes;
What comes he for? I'le stay a while and watch him.
Fred.
Most happy age that shall be crownd with loue
Of thy loue, Cosma: I am not as I seeme,
Farewell old age, I now am young againe
And feele not ages, but a louers paine,
In loue I dare aduenture with the best,
Old beaten souldiers are the worthiest:
If all my riualls heard I could dare them,
If furies should out-front me, I'de out-stare them.
Pas runs vpon him, hee falls and lyes. Exit Pas.
Enter Conchylio in his Mistresses apparell.
Con.
How well my Mistris Cosmaes clothes do fit me?
What pitty 'twas, I was not made a woman?
I thinke I should haue made a pretty Nymph: ha?
I could haue beene a pittifull creature,
Cosma by this hath met with her Armillus,
And sports her selfe: could I meete Fredocaldo,
I should haue sport enough:
She stumbles at Fred.
What Fredocaldo dead? courage, man.
Fred.
I had a fearefull dreame and scarce am waken.
Con.
Come shake off dreames, sleepe is not fit for louers,
Wee'l to the rocky caue.
Fred.
My sunne? my fire?
Con.
But Fredocaldo, can you thinke that fire
Can loue cold water, the sunne can frost desire?
Fred.
I tell thee fairest Cosma, those faire eyes
Bring backe my spring:
Wrong not thy selfe, deare loue, so faire a day
Cannot but make mid-winter turne to May.
Cold rhewms I feele not, no frost's lockt in this chest,
Thy loue begets a summer in my brest.
Con.
Fie Fredocaldo:
Not in the open aire.
Exeunt.
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