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The second Scene.

Amyntas, Daphne, Fuluia.
Thy pity was pityles, Daphne, my dart to be plucking
From this dolefull brest, my paines and pangs be redoubled
By differring death: what meanst thou thus to be turning,
Turning and wynding my troubled minde with a thousand
Fruytles discourses? thou thinckst perchaunce that Amyntas
Will dispatch himself: if he dooe, that's best for Amyntas.
Daphne.
Fy for shame: leaue of these wicked words; for I know, that
Bashfulnes, not pryde, made Phillis run from Amyntas.

Amyntas.
O wretch; sole despaire, that dryues all hope from Amyntas,
Is my sole comfort: fonde hope first wounded Amyntas;
And fond hope, eu'n now (ô endles grief) is a budding
In my balefull brest, and only because that I liue yet,
Which is of all others the deuouringst woorme to the wretched.

Daphne.
Lyue yet wretched a while, and keep thyself for a comfort;
Thinck thou see'st Phillis sitt naked still by the welspring.

Amyntas.
Had not fell fortune and lewd loue plagued Amyntas
With paines sufficient, but wel-springs must be presented
Vnto my eyes: and then to my scortched tong be denyed?

Fuluia.
What? shal I then be the Crow, whose neuer-lucky resounding
Still brings baleful newes? shal I first bring death to the aged
Father Montanus, whose gray-haires now be depriued
Of their chiefe comfort, fayre Phillis, braue bony Phillis?
Ould Father, chyldles Father, nay, now not a Father.

Daphne.
Some sad voyce I doe heare.

Amynt.
I doe heare most dolefuly sounded
Phillis dearest name, which eares and hart is a wounding:
Whoe's that which name's her?

Daph.
Fayre Fuluia, Fuluia dearest
Nymph to the high Huntresse of forrests mighty Diana.

Fuluia.
Know it he must and shall, that he may with speede be procuring,
That those louely reliques of Phillis may be preserued;
If those louely reliques of Phillis yet be remaining,
Luckles Phillis.

Amynt.
Alas, what? yet more plagues for Amyntas?

Fuluia.
O Daphne.

Daph.
What's that? Say on, sweete Fuluia, what's that
Which thou spakst to thyself? What made faire Fuluia stil stil
After Phillis name our eares with sighs to be filling?

Fuluia.
How can I choose but sigh, soe ruful a sight to remember?

Amyntas.
O that rueful sight makes my colde hart to be ruefull:
Is my Phillis aliue?

Daph.
Good Fuluia kil not Amyntas
With soe long suspence, let's know what may be the matter.

Fuluia.
O God, why shal I tel such dead news? and yet I must tell.
Phillis came naked to my house, and tould me the cause of
Her comming naked: new drest, she desyr'd mee of all loues
Louing gyrle, that I would accompany her to the pleasaunt
Yuychurches parck, and frame myself to the hunting.
Both content, both went, and met with a company gallant
Of flowring damsells wayting on Pembrokiana,
With bowes and arrows on princelike Pembrokiana.
Much tyme with pastimes was past, sports drew to an ending,
And on a soddayne loe, where earst no woolf was abyding,
Rau'ning woolf runs forth with blood-red mouth fro the bushes,
And on a soddayne loe, whilst others bows be a bending,
Phillis sent her shaft from her owne eare vnto the woolus eare:
Soemuch wrought in her hart sweete sight of Pembrokiana,
Soemuch did she desyre to be praysd of Pembrokiana.
Wounded woolf to the wood, stout Phillis runs to the wounded
Woolf with a dart in her hand.

Amynt.
O dreadful dart to Amyntas,
How can a pleasant ende come from soe deadly begynning?

Fuluia.
And with an other dart to theself same place I repayred;
But Woolf and Phillis (grief spurd th' one, glory the other)
Were quyte out of sight: yet I trac't them both to the thickest
And most desert place: there, (ô deare dart to my Phillis)
There lay Phillis dart, and not far thence was a white lawne
Wherein Phillis locks enwrapped were by my owne hands.
And as I turned about, seu'n other woolus by the naked
Bones of a mangled corse, gore blood were greedily licking:
And as chaunst (would God such chaunce had Phillis) I saw them,
Yet they saw not mee, they were soe greedily gorging,
And soe bent to the pray: So thence for feare I retyred:
And this is all that I know: and here's that lawne, that I spake of.

Amyntas.
And is this not enough? ô lawne of my bony Phillis:
O bony Phillis blood, th' art dead my sweete bony Phillis.

Daphne.
O dooble deaths wound: dead Phillis murdreth Amyntas.

Fuluia.
Tis but a swowne; for he breath's; and loe, hee's quickly reuyued.

Amyntas.

Daphne.
Yet differ thy death til certaine newes be receaued
Wheather Phillis lyue or dye; and then be resolued.

Amyntas.
Lyue or dye? whoe doubts? would God that were to be doubted.

Fuluia.
And would God my tongue had clou'n to my roofe, when I blabbed.

Amyntas.
Geaue mee the lawne, good Nymph, white lawne, which only remaineth
Of sweete-white Phillis, that I may in stead of a Phillis
Kisse my Phillis lawne, and soe my ioyes be prolonging,
Soe my shortned dayes with contentation ending.

Fuluia.
What? shal I giue or keepe? Lewd cause wherefore he desir's it
Wills me to keepe it still, least it bring fancy to fury.

Amyntas.
Nymph extreamely cruel, that thincks it much to be geuuing
One poore peece of lawne, eu'n at last gasp of Amyntas.
Well, then I yeeld to my death, and destiny noe-pity-taking:
Let lawne stay with you, and you stay here for Amyntas.

Daphne.
Harck, come back, here, take, ô stay, and run not Amyntas.
And yet Amyntas runs, enraged, desperat, headlong.

Fuluia.
Yea, and runs soe fast, that hee is not like to be outrun.
Therefore better I were to my iourneys end to be hasting:
And yet I greeue myself, Montanus minde to be greeuing,
Least these newes inflict as deadly a wound in a father,
As they gaue eu'n now to the feynting hart of a Louer.