CHLOE

Good Shepherd, may a stranger crave to know, To whom this deer observance you do owe? Farewell poor swain, thou art not for my bend, I must have quicker souls, whose words may tend, To some free Actium: give me him dare love At first encounter, and as soon dare prove. Come Shepherds come, Come away without delay, Whilst the gentle time does stay, Green woods are dumb, And will never tell to any, Those deer kisses, and those many Sweet embraces that are given, Dainty pleasures that would even Raise in coldest age a fire, And give virgin blood desire. Then if ever, Now or never, Come and have it, Think not I, Dare deny, If you crave it. Enter Daphnis. Here comes another: better be my speed, Thou God of blood, but certain if I read Not false, this is that modest shepherd, he That only dare salute, but never could be Brought to kiss any, hold discourse, or sing, Whisper, or boldly ask that wished thing We all are born for: one that makes loving faces, And could be well content to covet graces, Were they not God by boldness: in this thing My Hope's are frozen, and but fate does bring Him heather, I would sooner choose A man made out of snow, and frecer use And Euuenke to my ends: but since he is here, Thus I attempt him: Thou of men most deer, Welcome to her, that only for thy sake, Hath be content to live: here boldly take My hand in pledge, this hand, that never yet Was given away to any: and but it Down on this rushy bank, while I go pull Fresh blossoms from he bows, or quickly cull The choicest delicates from yonder mead, To make thee chains or chaplets, or to spread Under our fainting bodies, when delight Shall lock up all our senses how the sighed Of those smooth rising cheeks renew the story Of young Adonis, when in pride and glory He lay enfolded betwixt the beating arms Of willing Venus: me thinks stronger charms, Dwell in those speaking eyes: and on that brow More sweetness then the painters can allow, To their best pieces: not Narcissus he: That wept himself away in memory Of his own beauty, nor Silvanus boy, Nor the twice ravished maid, for whom old Troy, Fell by the hand of Pyrrhus, may to thee, Be otherwise compared then some dead tree To a young fruitful Olive: Happy thou wouldst say, My dearest Daphnis, blush not if the day To thee and thy soft heats be enemy, Then take the coming night, fair youth 'tis from To all the world, shepherd I'll meet thee then W en darkness hath shut up the eyes of men, In yonder gro e: speak shall ou meeting hold? Indeed you are too bashful, be more bold, And tell me I. Yet am I poorer then I was before. Is it not strange, among so many ascore Of lusty bloods, I should pick out these things whose veins Like a dull river far from springs, Is still the same, slow, heavy, and unfit For stream or motion, though the strong winds hit With their continual power upon his sides? Oh happy be your names that have be brides: And tasted those rare sweets, for which I pine, And far more heavy be thy grief and tine. Thou lazy swain that mayest relieve my needs, Then his upon whose liver always feeds A hungry vulture. Enter Alexis. Thou art befriended, Shepherd in all my life, I have not seen, A man in whom greater contents hath been, Then thou thy self art: I could tell thee more, Were there but any hope left to restore My freedom lost: o lend me all thy read, Thou shamefast morning, when from Tithons bed Thou risest ever maiden. Alexis when the sun shall kiss the sea, Taking his est by the white Thetis side, Meet in the holy wood, where I'll abide Thy coming Shepherd. My name shall be your word. My grief is great if both these boys should fail, He that will use all winds must shift his sail. Exit. And I will meet there never more with thee, Thou idle shamefastness, Alexis within, Cloe! now Great Pan for Sirinx sake bid speed our blow. Exit Cloe. Alexis let us rest here, if the place Be private, and out oh the common trace Of every shepherd: for I understood, This night a number are about the wood, Then let us choose some place where out of sighed, We freely may enjoy our stolen delight, Then lie by me, the sooner we begin, The longer ere day descry our sin. Hold gentle Shepherd. Since I beheld, you shaggy Man, my breast, Does pant, each bush me thinks should hide a Beast, Yet my desire, keeps still above my fear, I would feign meet some Shepherd knew I where, For from one cause of fear, I am most free, It is Impossible to Ravish me, I am so willing, here upon this ground, I left my love all Bloody with h his wound, Yet till that fearful shape made me be gone, Though he were hurt, I furnished was of one, But now both lost Alexis speak or move, If thou hast any life thou art yet my love, He's dead, or else is with his little might, Crept from the Bank for fear of that ill spright, Then where art thou that struckest my love oh stray, Bring me thy self in Change, and then I'll say, Thou hast some Justice, I will make thee trim, With Flowers, and Garlands, that were meant for him, I'll Clip thee round, with both mine arms as fast, As I did mean, he should have been embraced. But thou art fled what hope is left for me? I'll run to Daphnis in the hollow tree. Who I did mean to mock, though hope be small, To make him bold, rather then none at all, I'll try him, his heart, and my behaviour to Perhaps may teach him, what he ought to do. Exit, This was the place, it but my feeble sighed, Mixed with the horror of my deed, and night, That shaped These fears and made me run away, And lose my Beauteous hardly got Pray, Speak Gentle Sheappardess I am alone, And tender love, for love, but she is gone, From me, that having struke her lover dead: For filly fear left her a lone and fled: And see the wounded Body is Removed. By her of whom it was so well beloved. But all These fancies must be quite for go to, I must lie close here comes young Perigott, with subtle Amarillis in the shape, Of Amoret pray love he may not escape. My Alexis. Alexis : He. Let me embrace thee. And I a new fire feel in me, Whose base end is not quenched to be. Shepherd I pray thee stay, where haste thou be, Or whither goest thou? here be woods as green As any, air as fresh and sweet, As where smooth Zephirus plays on the fleet Face of the curled streams: with flowers as many As the young spring gives, and as choice as any: Here be all new delights, cool streams and wells, Arbours are grown with wood bines, Caves, and dels, Choose where thou wilt, while I fit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers, tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes, She took eternal fire, that never die, How she conveyed him softly in a sleep, His temples bound with poppy to the steep Head of old Latmus, where she stoops each night, Gild the mountain with her brother's light To kiss her sweetest. Honest swain, First let me thank you, then return again As much of my love: no thou art too cold Unhappy boy, not tempered to my mould, Thy blood falls heavy downward, 'tis not fear To offend in boldness wins, they never wear deserved favours that deny to take When they are offered freely: do I wake To see a man of his youth, years and feature, And such a one as we call goodly creature, Thus backward? what a world of precious Art, Were merely lost, to make him do his partly? But I will shake him off, that dares not hold, Let men that hope to be beloved be bold, Daphnis I do desire since we are met So happily, our lives and Fortune's set, Upon one stake to give assurance now, By interchange of hands and holy vow, Never to break again: walk you that way, While I in zealous meditation tray A little this way when we both have ended These rights and duties by the woods befriended, And secrecy of night, retire and find And aged oak whose hollowness may bind Us both within his body, thither go: It stands within yond bottom Shepherd thou hast thy wish, 'Tis he. That dare I hope be bolder.