The Careles Shepherdess A Tragi-Comedy |
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Scen. 7.
Enter 1 Satyre Solus.Sat.
This was her wonted place, on these green banks
She sate her down, when first I heard her play
Unto her lisning sheep; nor can she be
Far from the spring she's left behinde. That Rose
I saw not yesterday, nor did that Pinke
Then court my eye; She must be here, or else
That gracefull Marigold wo'd shure have clos'd
Its beauty in her withered leaves, and that
Violet too wo'd hang its velvet head
To mourn the absence of her eyes: And see
The Satyr spies them asleepe.
Where she doth lie, purging the moystn'd ayre
With her more gentle breath: Methinks she chides
Me in her sleep, and frights my blood to palenesse
As I stand: But come, I am resolv'd
Nor can I longer now forbear to force
Arismena to come with me, whilst I
Satyre takes up Arismena and Exit.
Leave Castarina to her Destiny.
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