ELPINO

Friends be merry What of his death perhaps you have herd, is false. 'Tis true he did. But 'twas a fortunate and happy fallen; That looked so Like death, and is proved to him Not life alone, but a most joyful life; For now he lies lulled in the tenter lap. Of his beloved one that seems much more Fond of him now, then she was coy before; Drying each tear he lets fallen, with a sigh, Or with the Like, friendly requiting it. But I am going to find out Montane Her Father, and conduct him where they be; For there wants nothing else but his consent, To both their boundless joys accomplishment. I am well content; Hear then, hear that which with these eyes I saw; I was before my Caves mouth, which you know Lies at the hills foot, on the valleys brim; There Thirsi' and I were reasoning together Of the fair she that in the self same net Had first insnar'd him, and me afterwards; When I preferring my lou'de servitude Before his free state; all at once we herd A shriek; and saw a man fallen frbm above, Upon a bushy knowle; for on the side Of the steep hill, there grows (all of a heap, And as 'twere wove tog there,) a round mass Of brambles, thorns, and certain weeds among; There first he light before he lower fell; And though he made way through them with his weight, And fell down to the ground before our feet; Yet so that stop abated the falls force, As 'twas not mortal; though so dangerous As that he lay a while devoid of sense, And as a dead man without show of motion. We with amazement, and compassion were Dumb-strucken at the sudden spectacle: And knowing him, and knowing soon (with all) He was not dead, nor perhas Like to die, Appeased his woe, and eased him all we could; Then Thyrsis made me throughly' acquainted with Whole passage of his loves. but while we sought To bring him to himself again, and sent To fetch Alphesibeo (whom Apollo Tanght th'art of Physic, when he gave his Harp And Lute to me) came Daphne, and Silvia, Who (as I herd) had been to seek him out Whom they supposed dead. But when Silvia Had found and knew him, and beheld his cheeks And lips so bloodless, and discoloured, As the won Violet's hue their paleness passed; And saw him languish, as if then he had Been drawing his last breath; she gave her sorrows A liberal passage through her earnest cries; And beating her fair breast, falls down upon him, Laying her face on his, and on his lips Her lips. Bashfulness oft bars weak loves of their longings, But is too weak a curb for a strong love. But then, as if her eyes had been two fountains, She drowned his cold face with her powering tears; Whose water was of so great force, and virtue, That he revived; and opening his dim eyes, He sighs forth a hollow' Ay me, from the bottom Of his sad breast; she caught the heavy found Of that same bitter breath; and mingled it With her sweet breath; and so restored, and healed him. Then; who can say? who can imagine what Both of them thought, and at that instant felt? Each now assured of others life? and he Assured of her love, and to find himself Entangled in so loved, and loving arms? He that loves firmly may imagine it, Yet hardly too; but no tongue sure can tell it. He's safe, and well; save that he has a little Battered his flesh, and somewhat scratched his face; But it'll be nothing; and he ways it not. Thrice happy he, to-have given so great and high A sign, and earnest of his Constancy; And now enjoys the fruit of his firm love; To which his sad indurings, and pains passed, Prove pleasing and sweet sauces at the last. But peace be wi'yee'; I must go seek about Till I have found the good Montano out.