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SCENA. II.

Pomona entereth with her fruite. Manentibus Pan cum reliquis.
Pom.
Yee Par, no farther yet, & had the starte of me,
Why then Pomona with her fruite comes time enough I see:
Come on a while, with countrie store like friendes we enter forth,
Thinkest Faunus that these goddesses will take our giftes in woorth.

Faun.
Yea doubtles, for shall tell thee dame, twere better giue a thing,
A signe of loue, vnto a mightie person, or a king:
Then to a rude and barbarous swayne but bad and baselie borne,
For gentlie takes the gentleman that oft the clowne will scorne.

Pan.
Saist trulie Faunus, I my selfe haue giuen good tidie lambes,
To Mercurie may saie to thee, to Phœbus and to Ioue:
When to a countrie mops forsooth, chaue offred all their dames,
And pypt and prayed for little worth and raunged about the groue.

Pom.
God Pan that makes your flocke so thin, & makes you looke so leane,
To kisse in corners.

Pan.
wel-sed wech some other thing you meane.

Pom.
Yea iest it out till it goe alone, but maruell where we mysse
Faire Flora all this merrie morne.

Faun.
some newes see where she is.