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Terlitelo, Terlitelo, terlitelee, terlo, So merrily this shepherd's Boy His horn that he can blow, Early in a morning, late, late, in and evening, And ever sat this little Boy, So merrily piping. How the devil stumbled this case of rope-ripes in to my way? And I a Boy to a Shepherd. That never knows his cattle, but by their horns. Yes, if you be that Ioculo that I take you for, we have herd of your exploits, for cozening of some seven, and thirty Alewives, in the Villages here about. Your jest goes too low sir. Soft sir, 'tis not your wit can carry it away in this company. But soft, who comes here? Oh we shall be pinched most cruelly. We must set a face on't now, theres no flying No Sir: we are very merry I thank you. I pray you, what might I call you? I am sorry I cannot purse you. Ioculo, whither iettest thou? Hast thou found thy Master? Not I by Pan. Pot? what god's that? Frisco, where hast thou be frisking? hast thou found? And I. And I you two. But Frisco, hast not found the fair shepherdess, thy Masters Mistress? Pan's the shepherds God, but thou swearest by Pot, what God's that? May hap he cannot, because he's diseased. My master is not damned, but he is dead, for he hath buried his joys in the bosom of his fair mistress. And I am tierd Like a Calf, with carrying a Kid every week to the Cottage of my masters sweet Lamb kin. Do and we will burn our caps. A bottle of whey shall be his meed, if he save me la bour for posting with presents. And thee to and Owl. A long bill, a broad face, and no tail? Good master vizard, leave these murlemewes, and tell Mopso plainly, whither Gemulo my master, that gentle shepherd, shall win the love of the fair shepherdess his flock keeper or not, and I'll give you a bottle of as good whey, as ere you laid lips too. Then my master shall not win the shepherdess? I'll run to warn my master of that.
Plot summary
Plot — The Maid's Metamorphosis
Considering Eurymine too low-born to be a suitable match for his son Ascanio, Duke Telemachus orders two of his gentlemen to escort her from the court and murder her. In the event, however, Phylander persuades his colleague that they have no obligation to follow unlawful orders. They plan to present the Duke with an animal’s heart, claiming it to be hers, and Eurymine agrees to live away from the court in country exile. She meets a forester and a shepherd, each of whom wants her to live with him; when they become competitive, she agrees to accept a cottage from the forester and a flock of sheep from the shepherd. Ascanio goes into the woods looking for Eurymine. Juno finds him asleep and, eager to prove her superiority to Venus, arranges for him to dream of where to find his love. Meanwhile, Eurymine meets Apollo, who is also attracted to her. To save herself from rape, she claims to disbelieve his claims of godhead, and asks him to prove himself by working a miracle: specifically, she asks him to change her sex. He does, but with an associated curse: as a man, she will fall hopelessly in love with another man, and long to be a woman again. Ascanio learns from an echo that Eurymine is nearby but inaccessible, and the hermit Aramanthus, who is also a dispossessed prince, explains her metamorphosis. This disappoints not only Ascanio but also her country admirers, and Aramanthus recommends that she should ask the Graces to intercede with Apollo on her behalf. Apollo eventually agrees and restores her original gender. Telemachus has a change of heart and sends Phylander to bring Eurymine back from the forest. Apollo reveals that she is in fact Aramanthus’ long-lost daughter, and so of royal blood: her status is after all no obstacle to her marriage with Ascanio.