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xx. Song of Passerat.

Amintas, Daphnè.
D.
Shephard loueth thow me vell?

A.
So vel that I cannot tell.

D.
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A.
Like to the, faire, cruell May.

D.
Ah! how strange thy vords I find!
But yet satisfie my mind;
Shephard vithout flatterie,
Beares thow any loue to me,
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A.
Like to the, faire, cruell May.

D.
Better answer had it beene
To say, I loue thee as mine eine.

A.
Voe is me, I loue them not,
For be them loue entress got,
At the time they did behold
Thy sueet face & haire of gold.

D.
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A.
Like to thee, faire cruell May.

D.
But, deare shephard, speake more plaine,
And I sal not aske againe;
For to end this gentle stryff
Doth thow loue me as thy lyff?

A.
No, for it doth eb & flow
Vith contrare teeds of grief & voe;
And now I thruch loues strange force
A man am not, but a dead corse.

D.
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A.
Like to thee, faire, cruel May.

D.
This like to thee, O leaue, I pray,
And as my selfe, good shephard, say.

A.
Alas! I do not loue my selff,
For I me split on beuties shelff.

D.
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A.
Like to the, faire, cruel May.