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Scen. 10.
Enter Graculus and Arismena.Aris.
This place will yeild an Eccho to thy voyce,
Come therefore Graculus, Let's passe the time
More pleasantly, you have a merry Song I know.
Grac.
Truth Mistris, you know my Songs they are rude, Yet
such as Nature, not Art, hath taught me
I'le power into your eares.
1.
I am in love and canot wooeHeigho! Heigho! what shall I doe,
I gape and sigh and sometimes weepe
For Phillis that my heart doth keepe.
2
I love her haire and forehead highThen am I taken with her eye,
Her cheeke I doe commend for gay
But then her nose hang's in my way.
3
Her lipps I praise but then steps inHer white and pretty dimpled chinn,
But there her neck I doe behold
Fit to be hung with chaines of Gold.
4
Her breasts are soft as any downeBeneath which lies her Maiden Towne,
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In vaine I hope to take it in.
Aris.
Excellently sung Graculus.
Grac.
Nay I have a voyce, and had not my Masters beating
and a cruell fright stuck by me, I had sung most melodiously.
Aris.
What fright's this you talke of?
O Mistress about this place, I, here about a Satyre met me, and
so misused me, as had I not been more then man I could nere
have liv'd, the very signes of their nipping me are like embroidery
on my flesh, Oh! doe not touch me 'tis a paine to think on
them.
Satyre appearing, Exit Graculus.
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