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Second Song.
[Phillis, Tomalin, away]
Hobbinol. Phillis. Tomalin.Hobbinol.
Phillis , Tomalin, away:
Never such a merry day.
For the Northern Shepheards Son
Has Menalca's daughter won.
Phillis.
Stay till I some flow'rs ha' ty'd
In a Garland for the Bride.
Tomalin.
If thou would'st a Garland bring,
Phillis you may wait the Spring:
They ha' chosen such an hour
When She is the only flow'r.
Phillis.
Let's not then at least be seen
Without each a Sprig of Green.
Hobbinol.
Fear not; at Menalca's Hall
There is Bayes enough for all.
He when Young as we did graze,
But when Old he planted Bayes.
Tomalin.
Here She comes; but with a Look
Far more catching then my Hook.
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Led our Lambs we knew not where.
Hobbinol.
Not our Lambs own Fleeces are
Curl'd so lovely as her Hair:
Nor our Sheep new Wash'd can be
Half so white or sweet as She.
Phillis.
He so looks as fit to keep
Somewhat else then silly Sheep.
Hobbinol.
Come, lets in some Carol new
Pay to Love and Them their due.
All.
Joy to that happy Pair,
Whose Hopes united banish our Despair.
What Shepheard could for Love pretend,
Whil'st all the Nymphs on Damon's choice attend?
What Shepherdess could hope to wed
Before Marina's turn were sped?
Now lesser Beauties may take place,
And meaner Virtues come in play;
While they,
Looking from high,
Shall grace
Our Flocks and us with a propitious Eye.
But what is most, the gentle Swain
No more shall need of Love complain;
But Virtue shall be Beauties hire,
And those be equal that have equal Fire.
Marina yields. Who dares be coy?
Or who despair, now Damon does enjoy?
Joy to that happy Pair,
Whose Hopes united banish our Despair.
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