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Floris and the Eccho,
FLO.
No wand'rer no, Mad love
Thy Motto is, pale Death th' Impressa;
Ay-me!

EC.
Ay-me!

FLO.
Hark, there's thy CRESSA.

EC.
Thy CRESSA

FLO.
'Tis she.

EC.
'Tis she.

FLO.
My joy the more is:
O do'st yet pitty thy poor FLORIS?

EC.
Poor FLORIS!

FLO.
Indeed?

EC.
Indeed?

FLO.
Sweet, sweet'st Love-ditty!
Say't once agen, is't a true Pitty?

EC.
Pitty.

FLO.
Dearest Dear!

EC.
Dear!

FLO.
Thus then renew Love
My Heart, asswage; CRESSA'S thy true-love.

EC.
Thy true-love.

FLO.
False never.

EC.
Never

FLO.
Cease t'importune
Then more, she Pitties thy hard fortune.

EC.
Hard fortune.

FLO.
Sighes, groans.

EC
Sighes, groans.

FLO.
O gentlest-hearted.
Ill fare those Hands that first us parted.

EC.
Us parted.

FLO.
Accurst.

EC.
Accurst.

FLO.
Who did unfold it.
That I was here? was't boarce Winds told it?

EC.
Winds told it.

FLO.
'Twas kind.

EC.
'Twas kind.

FLO.
O do not pass me
Dear Ghostess, sweet; but first imbrace me.

EC.
Imbrace me.

FLO.
Ith' low'st shades?

EC.
Shades.

FLO.
Where none shall sever,
But we shall Love, twine there for ever.

EC.
For ever.

FLO.
I come then.

EC.
I come then.