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A Pastorall Dialogue.
Shepherd. Nymph. Chorus.Shep.
This mossie bank they prest
Ny.
That aged Oak
Did canopie the happy payre
All night from the dampe ayre.
Cho.
Here let us sit and sing the words they spoke,
Till the day breaking, their embraces broke.
Shep.
See love, the blushes of the morne appeare,
And now she hangs her pearlie store
(Rob'd from the Easterne shore)
I'th' Couslips bell, and Roses rare:
Sweet, I must stay no longer here.
Nymph.
Those streakes of doubtfull light, usher not day,
But shew my sunne must set; no Morne
Shall shine till thou returne,
The yellow Planets, and the gray
Dawne, shall attend thee on thy way:
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If thine eyes guild my pathes, they may forbeare
Their uselesse shine.
Nymph.
My teares will quite
Extinguish their faint light.
She
Those drops will make their beames more cleare,
Loves flames will shine in every teare.
Cho.
They kist, and wept, and from their lips, and eyes,
In a mixt dew, of brinie sweet,
Their joyes, and sorrowes meet,
But she cryes out.
Nymp.
Shepherd arise,
The Sun betrayes us else to spies.
Shep.
The winged houres flye fast, whilst we embrace,
But when we want their help to meet,
They move with leaden feet.
Nym.
Then let us pinion Time, and chase
The day for ever from this place.
Shep.
Harke!
Ny.
Aye me stay!
She.
For ever.
Ny.
No, arise,
Wee must be gone.
Shep.
My nest of spice.
Nymph.
My soule.
Shep.
my Paradise.
Cho.
Neither could say farewell, but through their eyes
Griefe, interrupted speach with teares supplyes.
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