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SCEN. III.

Palæmon.
Thirsis.
Alas, here hath laid him downe to rest,
It were now sinne his quiet to molest;
And God forbid I should; I will retire
And leaue him, for I know his griefes require
This poore relieuement of a little sleepe.

Thir.
What spirit here haunts me? what no time free?
Ah, is it you Palæmon? would to God
You would forbeare me but a little while:
You shew your care of me too, much in this
Vnseasonable loue, skarce kindnesse is.

Pal.
Good Thirsis, I am sorry I should giue
The least occasion of disease to you;
I will be gone and leaue you to your rest.

Thir.
Doe good Palæmon, go your way, farewell;
And yet Palæmon stay, perhaps you may
By charmes you haue, cause sleepe to close mine eyes;
For you were wont, I doe remember well,
To sing me Sonnets, which in passion I
Composed in my happier dayes, when as
Her beames inflam'd my spirits, which now are set.
And if you can remember it, I pray
Sing me the song which thus begins: Eyes hide my loue,
Which I did write vpon the earnest charge
Shee gaue vnto me, to conceale our loue.


The Song.
Eyes hide my loue, and doe not shew
To any but to her my notes,
Who onely doth that cipher know,
Wherewith we passe our secret thoughts:
Belie your lookes in others sight;
And wrong your selues to doe her right.

Pal.
So now hee sleepes, or else doth seeme to sleepe;
But howsoeuer, I will not trouble him.