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The second Scene.

Amyntas, Phillis.
Deare life, when shal I once haue full possession of you?
Phillis.
When tyme com's, Ile tell: fruyte too-soone pluckt, is a sowre-fruyte.

Amyntas.
If too-late, rotten.

Phill.
Then pluck when tyme is apoynted.

Amyntas.
O yet, come sweete light of these myne eyes to the harbor,
And ten-thousand woes with a good-turne once be requyting.

Phillis.
What good-turne would you?

Amyn.
That which cost you not a dodkin,
And yet would content my minde much more than a treasure.

Phillis.
What's that? I vnderstand not yet what may be the meanyng.

Amyntas.
Harck in your eare then.

Phil.
Fy, noe: is that but a tryfle?

Amyntas.
Yet let's sleepe for a while; for your sake long was I watching.

Phillis.
Content.

Amynt.
O sweete Nymphe.

Phil.
But stay, and stir not a finger:
As you sleepe, Ile tell, what flowrs I doo keepe for a brydes-wayne.

Amyntas.
How can I heare in sleepe?

Phil.
What pleasure then can Amyntas
Take, when he sleepes by my side, if he feele noething when he sleepeth?
And yet I can not sleepe, for ioy, that I found my Amyntas.

Amyntas.
Then let's kisse: kist mouth is nothing woorse for a kissing:
Soe Bee sucks sweete flowrs, flowrs noething woorse for a sucking;
And you kisse roses, then thinck my lips to be roses.

Phillis.
Well: but these roses soe kist, ask not to be kissed:
Then let Amyntas stay, till Phillis meane to be kissing.

Amyntas.
Yf nought els, yet geue mee leaue those eyes to be kissing,
Those faire eyes, and soe shal I seeme fayre sowle to be kissing.

Phillis.
You would kisse myne eyes: which euer afore, with a thousand
Sighs and sobs you curst, for throwing darts at Amyntas.

Amyntas.
Now I desyre your eyes of purpose for to be kissing,
Thereby soe to declare by this soe louely a token,
That your murdring eyes, my cursing lips be for euer
Now made faithfull fryends, and all contention ended.
And, if Phillis thinck herself not fully reuenged,
Then let her owne teethe byte these lying lipps of Amyntas.

Phillis.
If that Amyntas cease myne eyes any more to be cursing,
Why should Phillis then for spyte his lips be a byting?

Amyntas.
If noe kynde of kisse from Phillis may be procured,
Yet let an embracement to Amyntas his arms be aforded.

Phillis.
With good will.

Amynt.
Most good; what better will to Amyntas?

Phillis.
But yet stay: Phillis must first get a boone of Amyntas.

Amyntas.
O what guyft shal I graunt? what boone seeks my bony Phillis?

Phillis.
Fowre or fiue apples fro the tree that growes by the hil-topp.

Amyntas.
How can I come to the tree for bry'rs and soe-many bushes?

Phillis.
Ile bring you soe neare, as you may easily tutch it.

Amyntas.
If that I may clasp it, then doubt not, Phillis, Amyntas
Will clymbe vp to the tree, or shake downe soe many apples.

Phillis.
Ist true? clypt Phillis must then looke soe to be serued.

Amyntas.
My life, geue me the leaue, this faire red rose to be putting
In this bosome, where my hart hath made his abyding,

Phillis.
O soe might you prick your hart with thorns of a red rose,
Or take it fro my brest perchaunce, and geue it an other.

Amyntas.
Graunt me this one grace yet: this fauour dooe me for all this,
Geue me thy snowe-white hand, to be clypt and kist of Amyntas.

Phillis.
Soe by the hard-gryping, hoate-kissing Louer Amyntas,
Phillis snowe-white hand may melt, or chaunce to be bruysed.

Amyntas.
What kinde of loue's this, that Phillis bear's to Amyntas.

Phillis.
Discreate and sober.

Amynt.
Well, then this shalbe my sober,
And yet louely request; Sit downe, that I may be beholding
That faire Phillis face, and heare her sweetly resounding,

Phillis.
Phillis must needs yeeld, when Amyntas duly demaundeth.

Amyntas.
They sing these Asclepiades.
Sweete face, why be the heu'ns soe to the bountifull,
Making that radiant bewty of all the starrs
Bright-burning, to be fayre Phillis her ornament?
And yet seeme to be soe spytefuly partial,
As not for to aford Argus his eyes to mee,
Eyes too feawe to behould Phillis her ornament?

Phillis.
First and lastly belou'd, only my only ioy,
Why hath not thy belou'd soemany lou'ly harts
As those Partriches haue of Paphlagonia?
One brest is not enough for to reteigne my ioy,
More harts would that I had for to receaue my loue,
As those Partriches haue of Paphlagonia.

Amyntas.
Let come fayre Helene, Troys tribulation,
Or braue Endymions sweete speculation,
Or Nymph Idalian friendly to passion:
None but Phillis alone holdeth Amyntas hands:
None but Phillis alone pleaseth Amyntas eyes:
None but Phillis alone woundeth Amyntas hart:

Phillis.

Amyntas.
Let mee help you vp: your hand is in hand of Amyntas
Now at last surprysde: yet I ask but a kisse for a ransome.

Chorus.
Yf that such sowre sawce for sweetest meates be reserued;
Yf that Amyntas must serue, loue, weepe, dy for a Phillis,
Yf those great pleasures with greate payns must be procured,
Then good loue, geaue those greate matters vnto the greate-men.
Let my Loue soone loue; let a sawdrey lace, or a thymble,
Or yong nightingale suffice my fancy to further:
Let not such torments and martyrdoms be requyred
My poore simple ioyes, and pleasures lowely to season:
But sweete-bitter woords, but kinde and louely repulses,
And such falling out, as may be a speedy renuing
And fresh increasing of loue: let such be the louing
Iarres, and warres, as peace and truce may end in a moment.