_Ge_. Because the wagge, possest with doubtful feare Least I would beate him for a fault he did, Amongst those trees I do suspect hees hid. But how now, Raunger? you mistake, I trowe; This is a Lady and no barren Dowe. _Sil_. It is indeede, and (as it seemes) distrest; Whose griefe to know I humbly made request, But she as yet will not reueale the same. _Ge_. Perhaps to me she will: speak, gentle dame; What daunger great hath driuen ye to this place? Make knowne your state, and looke what slender grace A Shepheards poore abilitee may yeeld You shall be sure of ere I leaue the feeld. _Eur_. Alas good Sir the cause may not be known That hath inforste me to be here alone. _Sil_. Nay, feare not to discouer what you are; It may be we may remedie your care. _Eur_. Since needs you will that I renew my griefe, Whether it be my chance to finde reliefe Or not, I wreake not: such my crosses are As sooner I expect to meet despaire. Then thus it is: not farre from hence do dwell My parents, of the world esteemed well, Who with their bitter threats my grant had won This day to marrie with a neighbours son, And such a one to whom I should be wife As I could neuer fancie in my life: And therefore, to auoid that endlesse thrall, This morne I came away and left them all. _Sil_. Now trust me, virgin, they were much vnkinde To seeke to match you so against your minde. _Ge_. It was, besides, vnnatural constraint: But, by the tenure of your just complaint, It seems you are not minded to returne, Nor any more to dwell where you were borne. _Eur_. It is my purpose if I might obtaine A place of refuge where I might remain. _Sil_. Why, go with me; my Lodge is not far off, Where you shall haue such hospitalitie As shall be for your health and safetie. _Ge_. Soft, Raunger; you do raunge beyond your skill. My house is nearer, and for my good will, It shall exceed a woodmans woodden stuffe: Then go with me, Ile keep you safe enough. _Sil_. Ile bring her to a bower beset with greene. _Ge_. And I an arbour may delight a Queene. _Sil_. Her dyet shall be Venson at my boord. _Ge_. Young Kid and Lambe we shepheards can affoord. _Sil_. And nothing else? _Ge_. Yes; raunging, now and then A Hog, a Goose, a Capon, or a Hen. _Sil_. These walkes are mine amongst the shadie trees. _Ge_. For that I haue a garden full of Bees, Whose buzing musick with the flowers sweet Each euen and morning shall her sences greet. _Sil_. The nightingale is my continuall clocke. _Ge_. And mine the watchfull sin-remembring cocke. _Sil_. A Hunts vp[99] I can tune her with my hounds. _Ge_. And I can shew her meads and fruitfull grounds. _Sil_. Within these woods are many pleasant springs. _Ge_. Betwixt yond dales the Eccho daily sings.