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Scen. 2.
Enter Philaritus like a Shepherd.Phil.
Here's harmlesse mirth; ô 'tis a happinesse
To be in such sweet company! who would
Not forsake all the riches of the world
For one he lov'd? Did she but live as pure
As are those souls contain'd in Shepherds weeds.
Oh Love! what man hath power to resist
Thy piercing darts, which like a fatal lightning
Hurt not the skin nor flesh, yet wound the heart?
I that this morning was my Fathers joy,
The sole hope of his age and fortune, am
Become a stranger to his family;
By him exil'd, and thrown from all his cares;
I scarcely in this habit know my self,
Yet I am happy in't, and shall be happier,
If Arismena, for whose sake I suffer,
Smile on the change, she's here, and with her.
Enter Arismena and Castarina.
Her fair Companion Castarina; I'le
Obscure my self, and listen to their talk.
Philatitus creeps behind a Bush.
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