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SCEN 4.

Camilla Picus.
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Pastorall, God speede, this the way? I pray,
Vnto the Keepers Lodge?

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Madame the way.

Cam.
I haue seene thee oft, yet wel know not how
To tearme thee by thy name.

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Sapho, Madame,
Vpon the Report of your high desert
On any tyme is ready consecrate
Her self and seruice to your sole behest.

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Not her, I troe, that keepes Sir Dauids sheepe.

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Faire Madame, her that keepes Sir Dauids sheepe.

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Trust mee a goodly Flock, and not vnlyke
Either in shape, or brightnes of their woole
Vnto their Keeper. But prithy Shephardesse
Set mee in my way, And for thy paine
I will reward thee to thyne own content.

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Madame, if you would but vouchsafe to grace
Our homely Tenement with the August
Presence of your Maiesty to my poore
Hability you should be entertayned
With a small collation before you went.

Cam.
Wee thank thee, Sapho, wee be bound to thee.
But leade the way, after this weary Toyle
I haue neede of much refreshment by my Faith.

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Enter in there, I will follow you

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Foth.

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Does not the sent of the Parlour lyke you?

Went sowing still as he spake.

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Sapho, what strang Indignity is this?
Thou hast offerd to our Person

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What does
Your honoured Ladiship ayle? I prey.

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Behold thou hast include mee in a Cott
Tapistred with Cats and Fowëns.

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Sweet Faerye,
Did you think it possible? Play your prank
On a Faery of lyke Skill and Power,
Then in full Triumphe voyd of ill to passe
Discharged of the lyke?

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why? good woman,
Euer did I thee Injury thou shouldst
Abuse mee in this sort? say, what art thou?
Or whats the cause thou shouldst cast so foule a
Reproch into my Teeth?

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Picus forsooth.

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Picus turnd to Sapho! Hoa.

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I, I wisse.

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Picus! o Gods omnipotent, who would
Haue euer thought Picus the gemme of Elues,
Picus the Flower of Elues t'haue gone about
T'inuite his Camilla to such a Feast?

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If the Musk agree not with your nose, Madame,
I may not doe, yet this I will be sworne
Tis the best and sweetest my Cats may forde mee.

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But tell me, Picus, I prithy, is there
No hope of my release? Good Picus, say.

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No in right Sooth, Madame.

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Then by that dart.

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The point of it is broaken.

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That struck thee.

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Say your mind.

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Thou wouldst now at last remitt
Mee this Pestiferous Hell.

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Would you loue mee then

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Yea double my Loue, Lord Picus, I would.

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Ha ha.

Cam.
Why laugh you, Sweet.

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if you had sayn
You would haue forgone half I would haue easd you,
But being you'll double it as you say
Which is ominous vnto mee as Hell
There I wish you abide to smother it.

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Yet, loe, for all this Iniury thou hast
Inflict on mee how deiect a Suppliaunt
I do in eury point become vnto thee
The dire Executioner of my woe.

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Rayle and you will, who letteth you? I pray.

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Wilt not release mee? good Picus, say.

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Sooner shall Horse forrage in liquid Aire,
Sooner Fish destitute their Spawn on Trees,
Then that I do release or pitie you.

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Is this your finall Resolution? Ha.

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I, For such the trewe common saying goes,
Such as you bake such lykwise you must brewe.
So, loe, I leaue you to your self alone,
To warble, daunce, Pipe, wayle, groane or moane.

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O ruthles Tyraunt of silly mee forgone.

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I, doe, curse, ban, exclaime and shame thy self.

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Vnto the Gods I yeild my quick Release.