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[And are yow there oulde Pas? in trouthe I ever thoughte]

Nico. Pas. Dicus.
Nico.
And are yow there oulde Pas? in trouthe I ever thoughte,
Amongst us all wee should fynde oute some thing of noughte.

Pas.
And I am here the same, so mote I thryving bee,
Dispayrde, in all this flock, to fynde a knave, but thee,

Nico.
A, nowe I see why thow arte in thy self so blynde?
Thy gray hoode hydes the thinge that thow dispayrst to fynde.

Pas.
My gray hood ys myne owne, all bee yt bee but graye,
Nott as the scripp thow stolest while Dorus sleeping lay.

Nico.
Myne was the scripp but thow that seeming rayed wth Love,
Did snatche from Hyppas hand her greeny wroughten glove,

Pas.
Ah foole, so Courtyers doo, but, who did lyvely skipp?
When for a Treene dish stollen the father did thee whipp,

Nico.
In deed the witche thy Dame her Crouche from shoulder spredd,
For pillfering Lalus lambe wth Crouche to bless thy hedd.

Pas.
My voyce the Lambe did wynn̄, Menalchas was the Judge,
Of singing Matche wee made, when hee wth shame did trudge,

Nico.
Couldest thow make Lalus flee, so Nightingales avoyde,
When with the Cawyng Crowes theyre musick ys anoyde,

Pas.
Na, like to Nightingales, the other byrdes give eare,
My pype and songe made hym bothe songe & pype forsweare.

Nico.
I thincke yt well suche voyce woulde make one Musick hate,
But yf I had bene there thaddst founde an other Mate.

Pas.
An other sure as ys a Gander from a Goose,
But still when thow doest singe mee thinckes a Coulte ys loose.

Nico.
Well aymed by my hatt, for as thow sangest last day,
The Neighboures all did crye, Alas what Asse dothe bray,

Pas.
But here ys Dicus oulde, Lett hym then speake the worde,
To whither with best Cause the Nymphes fayre flowers afforde,

Nico.
Content, but I will Lay a wager thereunto,
That, proffett may ensue to hym that best can doo.
I have, and longe shall have a white greate Nymble Catt,
A Kinge uppon a Mowse a strong foe to a Ratt.
Fyne eares, Longe tayle hee hathe with lyons curbed Clawe,
Whiche ofte hee lifteth up and stayes his lifted pawe.
Deepe musing to hym self, wch (after mewyng) showes,
Till with likt berde his eye of fyer, espyes his foes.
Yf yow (alas pore yf) doo wynn̄, then wynn̄ yow this,
And yf I better singe lett mee thy Hyppa kisse.

Pas.
Kisse her, now mayste thow kiss, I have a fitter Matche,
A prity Curr yt ys, his name, I wus ys Catche.
No eare nor taile hee hathe, least they shoulde hym disgrace,
A Ruddy hayer his Coate with fyne longe speckled face
Hee never musing standes, but, with hym self will playe,
Leaping at every flee, and angry with a Flea.
Hee efte woulde kill a Mouse, but hee disdaynes the feighte,
And makes oure home good sporte wth dauncing bolte uprighte,
This ys my Pawne, the pryce, let Dicus Judgment showe,
Suche Oddes I willing laye, for hym and yow I knowe.

Dicus.
Singe then my Laddes, and singe, wth better vayne, then yett,
Or else with singing worse, my skill may hardly hitt.

Nico.
Who doubtes but Pas fyne pype, ageane will bringe,
The auncyent prayse to Arcadia Shepeheardes skill,
Pan ys not deade synce Pas begyns to singe.

Pas.
Who ever more will love Appollos quyll?
Synce Nico dothe to singe, so wydely gape,
Nico his place farr better furnish will.

Nico.
Was this not hee, who for Siringas scape,
Raging in woes, first pastors tought to play,
Do yow not heare his voyce, and see his shape.

Pas.
This ys not hee, that fayled her to gayne,
(Whiche made a Bay) made Bay a holly tree
But this ys one that doth his Musick stayne.

Nico.
O Faunes, O Fayries all, and doo yow see?
And suffer suche a wronge, a wronge, I trowe,
That Nico must with Pas compared bee.

Pas.
O Nymphes, I tell yow newes, for Pas yow knowe,
Whyle I was warbling oute youre wonted prayse,
Nico woulde needes with Pas his baggpype blowe.

Nico.
Yf never I did fayle youre holy dayes,
With Daunces, Carrolls, or with Barley breake,
Let Pas now knowe how Nico maketh layes.

Pas.
Yf eche day hathe bene holly for youre sake,
Unto my Pype, O Nymphes now help my pype,
For Pas well knowes what Layes can Nico make.

Nico.
Alas, howe ofte I looke on Cheryes rype,
Mee thinckes I see the Lippes my Leuca hathe,
And wanting her, my weeping eyes I wype.

Pas.
Alas when I in springe mete Roses rathe,
And thinck from Hyppas sweete redd Lippes I live,
I leave my eyes unwypte, my Cheekes to bathe,

Nico.
As I of late, nere Busshes used my sive,
I spyde my Thrush, where shee did make her Nest,
That will I take, and to my Leuca give.

Pas.
But, longe have I a Sparrowe gayly drest
As white as Milke, and comming to the Calle,
To putt yt with my hande in Hyppas brest.

Nico.
I ofte doo sue, and Leuca saythe, I shall,
But, when I did come nere with heate and hope
Shee ranne away, and threwe at mee a Balle.

Pas.
Hyppa once sayde, shee lefte the wickett ope,
For mee to come, and so shee did, I came,
But in the place founde no thinge, but a Rope.

Nico.
When Leuca dothe appeare, the Sunne for shame,
Dothe hyde hym self, for to hym self hee sayes,
Yf Leuca live, shee darcken will my fame,

Pas.
When Hyppa dothe come forthe, the Sunne displayes,
His uttmoste Lighte, for well his witt dothe knowe,
Hyppas fayre Beames emblemish muche his Rayes.

Nico.
Leuca to mee, did yester morninge shewe,
In perfect Lighte, whiche coulde mee not deceyve,
Her naked Legg, more whyte then snowe.

Pas.
But, yester nighte by Lighte I did receyve,
From Hyppas eyes wch full in Darckenes shyne,
I sawe her Arme, where purest Lillyes cleave.

Nico.
Shee once starcke nakte did bathe a litle tyne,
But still mee thoughte with Beutyes from her fell
Shee did the water washe and make more fyne.

Pas.
Shee once to coole her self stoode in a well,
But ever synce, that well ys well besoughte,
And for Rose water soulde of rarest smell.

Nico.
To Rivers bancke, beeyng a wallking broughte,
Shee bid mee spye her Baby in the brooke,
Alas sayde I, this Babe dothe nurse my thoughte.

Pas.
As in a glasse I helde, shee once did looke,
I sayde my handes well payde her for myne eyes,
Synce in my handes self goodly sighte shee tooke.

Nico.
O yf I had a Ladder for the skyes,
I woulde clyme upp and bringe a prety starr,
To weare uppon her neck that open lyes.

Pas.
O yf I had Appolloes golden Carre,
I woulde come downe, and yeelde to her my place,
That shyning now shee then might shyne more farr.

Nico.
No thinge O Leuca, shall thy fame deface,
Whyles Shepeheardes Tunes bee hearde or Rhymes bee redd,
Or while that Shepeheardes love a Lovely face,

Pas.
Thy Name O Hyppa shall with prayse bee spredd
As farr as any Shepeheardes pyping bee.
As farr as Love possesseth any hedd.

Nico.
Thy Monument ys layde in many a Tree,
With Name engraved so thoughe thy body dye,
The after Folckes shall wonder still at thee.

Pas.
So ofte these woodes have hearde my Hyppa crye,
That after deathe, to heaven in woodes resounde,
With Ecchos help shall Hyppa, hippa flye.

Nico.
Peace, peace good Pas, thow wearest eeven the grounde,
With sluttish songe, I pray thee learne to blea?
For, good thow mayest yet prove in Sheepish sounde.

Pas.
My father hathe at home a prety Jay,
Goo wynne of hym for chattering prayse or shame,
For so yet of a Conquest, speake thow may.

Nico.
Tell mee, (and, bee my Pan) the Monsters name?
That hathe fowre Legges and with twoo onely goes?
That hathe fowre eyes, and onely Twoo can frame?

Pas.
Tell this (and Phebus bee,) what Monster growes?
With so strange Lyves, that body can not rest?
In ease, untill that body lyfe forgoes?

Dicus.
Inuff, inuff, so evell hathe done the best,
That since the having of them to neyther ys due,
Lett Catt and Dogg feight whiche shall have bothe yow.