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first Scene.

Phillis, Daphne, Chorus.
Bvt what a dart was that, which mightily flew fro the fingers
Of braue Lady Regent of these woods, Pembrokiana,
Vnto the forreine Beare, which came with greedy deuowring
Iawes to the harmeles game? Whose dying howre was a birth-day
Vnto her owne yong whelpes, whose groanes thus lastly resounded,
Deaths dart, (yet sweete dart, as throwne by Pembrokiana)
Make my wound more wyde, giue larger scope to my yong ones,
Geue them a free passage, herself hath geu'n them a pasport.
Daphne.
Phillis, for your sports I doe much ioy, but yet a thousand
Times more for yourself, sith you soe quickly reuiued
Lyue yet safe and sound: for Fuluia lately reported
Strange newes of your death: would God that Fuluia had beene
Dumme, or an other deafe: one mischif draws on an other.

Phillis.
And in truth iust cause had Fuluia for to beleeue soe,
Sith that I was not lyke from deaths dore soe to be scaping.

Daphne.
But yet noe iust cause had Fuluia for to report soe.
Now let's heare at large, thy dangers and thy delyu'ries.

Phillis.

Daphne.
Phillis alas is aliue, but an other's gone to be dying.

Phillis.
And what mean's this, Alas? am I now soe lightly regarded,
That my life with, Alas, of Daphne must be remembred?

Daphne.
Phillis, I loue thy life, but I lyke not a death of an other.

Phillis.
Whose death?

Daph.
Death of Amyntas.

Phil.
Alas how dyed Amyntas?

Daphne.
How? that I can not tell; nor yet well whether it is soe:
But noe doubt, I beleeue; for it is most lyke that it is soe.

Phillis.
What strange news doe I heare? what causd that death of Amyntas?

Daphne.
Thy death.

Phil.
And I aliue?

Daph.
Thy death was lately reported,
And he beleeus thy death, and therfore seeketh his owne death.

Phillis.
Feare of Phillis death prou'd vayne, and feare of Amyntas
Death will prooue vayne too: life eache thing lyuely procureth.

Daphne.
O Phillis Phillis, thou knowst not what be the torments
Of truelouers hart, hart made of flesh as Amyntas,
Not flynte hart, as thyne; els wouldst thou loue that Amyntas,
Which lou'd Phillis more than life or sowle of Amyntas.
Phillis, I know, for I saw, then when thou fledst from Amyntas,
Fledst, when by reason thou shouldst haue kissed Amyntas:
Then did Amyntas tourne his poynted dart to his owne brest,
And thrust brest on dart: and vile dart pierst in a moment
Through his coate, skyn, flesh; and would haue speedily pierced
That same hart, which thou hadst more vnluckily pierced,
But that I grasped his arme, and stayd that desperat outrage.
And now that smalle wound perchaunce wil serue for a first proofe
Of cursed courage, and mynde vnkindely resolued,
And that dart make way, and passage shew to a damned
Knife, or a balefull swoord, with freer scope to be murdring.

Phillis.
Is this true?

Daph.
Noe doubt.

Phil.
But alas would noebody stay him?
O let's goe, let's run, let's seek and search for Amyntas.
Yf that Amyntas dy'de, when Phillis seem'd to be dying,
Then, sith Phillis lyues, let Amyntas truly be lyuing.

Daphne.
Yes yes, quyckly I ran; But whoe can deale with a madman?
Rage and griefe fro my sight conueyd him away in a moment.
Therfore now toolate, it's toolate now to be runnyng,
And thanck thy running that it is toolate to be running.

Phillis.
O, this fretts my soule Daphne, this deadly remembrance
Of my scornefull pryde, that I then my Chastyty called,
And it Chastyty was, but Chastyty noe-pyty-taking,
Now I repent it alas, but now toolate I repent yt.

Daphne.
Good God, what doe I heare? can Phillis now be repenting?
Can she relent or yeeld? What playnt, what passion is this?
Can proud Phillis loue?

Phil.
Noe loue, but yet pyty-taking.

Chorus.
When pyty runneth afore, loue always hasteneth after:
And now Phillis loues, since Phillis now pyty-taketh.

Daphne.

Chorus.
Pryce to the buyer deare, and shamefull price to the seller.

Phillis.
O that my loue might once purchase life for Amyntas,
O that Amyntas life with my life might be redeemed.

Daphne.
When steedes are stollen, then Phillis looks to the stable.