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SCENA 4.

Mirtillus, Chorus of shepheards.
1 shep.
I'me sorry that this busines went not forward.

2 shep.
So am not I, we're rid of so much trouble.

2 shep.
Yet it is strange the King should send for us,
And when we were come, command us to returne.

Mi.
No, 'tis not strange, it was his will to do so:
But if you have an itch of dancing, friends,
Next holy-day we'le ha't amongst our selves,
And every man shall dance with his owne sweetheart:
What say you shepheards, wil't not be as well?

1 shep.
It will be very fine. But where is Thyrsis?

2. shep.
I, where is he! you went along with him,
Where did you leave him?

Mi.
Walking in a garden,
Where when I came to call him, he was gon.

2 shep.
It seemes he cares not for our company.

Mi.
Neither for yours nor any mans besides.

1 shep.
He is much alter'd, since his love was lost;
Methinks he is nothing like the man he was.

Mi.
Well then beware my friends how you ingage
Your selves in love: He is a faire example,
And Hylas too, he's drooping for his mistresse:
Daphnis is mad, they say; if you have a minde
To die, or to runne mad, then be in love.

2 shep.
See where he comes, in what a fume he is.

Mi.
I do not like his fumes: pray let's away.