University of Virginia Library

SCENE V.

To PALADORE a SHEPHERD.
Hast thou a habitation near this place?

SHEPHERD.
Fair Sir, I have. There eastward turn your eyes;
The curling smoke above yon tufted trees
Mounts from my cottage fire.

PALADORE.
Then call for aid,
And bear this body thither.

SHEPHERD.
Mercy guard us!
This is a piteous sight. What cou'd provoke
A youth of such a sweet and comely outside,
To act so sad a deed?

PALADORE.
You wrong me, shepherd;
She fell by ruffians. Pr'ythee call thy hinds,
And for thy soul's sake do this courtesy.

SHEPHERD.
Good Sir, detain me not. I haste to the city,
Where all our villagers flock to behold
A most strange sight, and sad as it is strange;
With their best speed, my old limbs will be late;
The sun goes down apace.

PALADORE.
Whate'er the sight,
Respite thy curiosity for gold.
Take this, and give a covering to that corse.
[Gives a purse.
I must away; you shall hear further from me.

[Exit.