_Orest_. It shall be thus: within a lawne hard by, Obscure with bushes, where no humane eye Can any way discouer our deceit, There feeds a heard of Goates and country neate. Some Kidde or other youngling will we take And with our swords dispatch it for her sake; And, hauing slaine it, rip his panting breast And take the heart of the vnguiltie beast, Which, to th'intent our counterfeit report May seeme more likely, we will beare to court And there protest, with bloody weapons drawne, It was her heart. _Phy_. Then likewise take this Lawne, Which well _Telemachus_ did know she wore, And let it be all spotted too with gore. How say you, mistresse? will you spare the vale? _Eur_. That and what else, to verifie your tale. And thankes, _Phylander_ and _Orestes_ both, That you preserue me from a Tyrants wroth. _Phy_. I would it were within my power, I wis, To do you greater curtesie than this; But what we cannot by our deeds expresse In heart we wish, to ease your heauinesse. _Eur_. A double debt: yet one word ere ye go, Commend me to my deare _Ascanio_. Whose loyall loue and presence to forgoe Doth gall me more than all my other woe. _Orest_. Our liues shall neuer want to do him good. _Phy_. Nor yet our death if he in daunger stood: _Or_. And, mistresse, so good fortune be your guide, And ought that may be fortunate beside. [_Exeunt_. _Eu_. The like I wish vnto your selues againe, And many happy days deuoyd of paine.-- And now _Eurymine_ record thy state, So much deiected and opprest by fate. What hope remaines? wherein hast thou to ioy? Wherein to tryumph but thine owne annoy? If euer wretch might tell of miserie Then I, alas, poore I, am only she; Vnknowne of parents, destitute of friends, Hopefull of nought but what misfortune sends; Banisht, to liue a fugitiue alone In vncoth[98] paths and regions neuer knowne. Behold, _Ascanio_, for thy only sake, These tedious trauels I must undertake. Nor do I grudge; the paine seemes lesse to mee In that I suffer this distresse for thee. _Enter Siluio, a Raunger_. _Sil_. Well met, fair Nymph, or Goddesse if ye bee; Tis straunge, me thinkes, that one of your degree Should walke these solitary groues alone. _Eu_. It were no maruel, if you knew my mone. But what are you that question me so far? _Sil_. My habit telles you that, a Forrester; That, hauing lost a heard of skittish Deire, Was of good hope I should haue found them heere. _Eu_. Trust me, I saw not any; so farewell. _Sil_. Nay stay, and further of your fortunes tell; I am not one that meanes you any harme. _Enter Gemulo, the Shepheard_. _Ge_. I thinke my boy be fled away by charme. Raunger, well met; within thy walke, I pray, Sawst thou not _Mopso_ my vnhappie boy. _Sil_. Shepheard, not I: what meanst to seeke him heere?