SATYR

And I alive? Tush Amarillis hears thee not, be quiet now. I have hunted thee so long That at the last th'art fallen into my snare. This is the robe sister, this is the hear. I even to thee. Are you not that same famous Corisca, that Excellent mistress of lies, that at so deer a ra e False Hope's, feigned looks, and lying words dost fell, That hast betrayed me so many ways perfidious Corisca. I gentle wicked wretch, I was not so When me thou to follow Coridon. See, see a wonder, This is news indeed. But when I stole Fair Lillaes bow, Clor scarf, Daphne's rich oabe, And Silutaes buskin's, then thou promised me Thy love thou gavest another should be my reward. The dainty garland which I gave to thee, Thou gavest to Nisus. And when me thou madest To watch so many frosty night both n The cave, the woods, and by the river side, And ever mockedst me, was I not gentle then? Believe me now thou shalt me pay for all. Now see if thou canst run away again. Thy policies shall not avail thee now. If but thy head hold on t'is vain to strive. What faith o faithless woman hast? Darest thou Yet speak of faith to me? I'll carry thee Into the darkest cave this mountain hath: Where never Sun nor humane step approached, Il'e hide the rest there thou with my delight And with thy scorn shalt feel what I will do with thee. Ah wicked, thinkest thou to deceive me yet? Canst thou yet tempt me with thy subtleties? The wretch hath almost moved me, should I but trust Affection only I were overcome. But to be short, I will not trust thee, strive no more. For all this humbleness thou art Corisca still. What favour's that? Thou thinkest with feigned words And forged tears to mollify my heart. We'll try. No pity I. I am resolved. Hast thou now made and end of all thy charms? O witch are these to me? Ribald to me? And do Not I with these my hands thrust out thy bitches tongue? A silly woman in my hands, Dares brave me? dares despise me thus? Well I'll. O heavens who can endure I'll pay you home, come on. That will I see. Come on, we'll see who hath the stronger, thou The neck or I the arms. Nay soft and fair. Well let us see. Oh me my head, my back, my side. O what A fallen is this? I scarce can turn my self. And is she gone and left her head behind? Unusual wonder. Nymph's and shepherd's come, Behold a witchcraft trick of one that's fled And lives without a head! How light it is? It hath no brains, there comes out no blood. Why look I so? O fool she gone without a head, Thou art without a head that seest not How thou art mocked. Treacherous perfidious witch, Is't not enough th'ast made thy heart to lie, Thy face, thy words, thy laughter and thy looks, But that thy hair must lie. Poets behold Your native gold, your amber pure, that you So fondly praise, for shame your subject change, In steed whereof sing me a witches subtlety, That robbeth sepulchres and rotten heads To dress her own. As well you may go praise Megaera's viperous monstrous hairs. Lovers Behold, and be ashamed wretches now, Make this the means your senses to recover That are insnar'd in such without more plaints. But why stay I to publish out her shame? This hair my tongue so famous made erewhile, I will go prove to make again as vile. Sp ak tlhen I'll eat thee quick. Go too.