_Ap_. O stay with him who conquered thou hast, With him whose restles thoughts do beat on thee, With him that ioyes thy wished face to see, With him whose ioyes surmount all ioyes aboue If thou wouldst thinke him worthie of thy loue. _Eu_. Why, Sir, would you desire another make, And weare that garland for your mistres sake? _Ap_. No, Nymph; although I loue this laurel tree, My fancy ten times more affecteth thee: And, as the bay is alwaies fresh and greene, So shall my loue as fresh to thee be seene. _Eu_. Now truly, sir, you offer me great wrong To hold me from my busines here so long. _Ap_. O stay, sweet Nymph; with more aduisement view What one he is that for thy grace doth sue. I am not one that haunts on hills or Rocks, I am no shepheard wayting on my flocks, I am no boystrous Satyre, no nor Faune, That am with pleasure of thy beautie drawne: Thou dost not know, God wot, thou dost not know The wight whose presence thou disdainest so. _Eu_. But I may know, if you wold please to tell. _Ap_. My father in the highest heauen doth dwell And I am knowne the sonne of _Ioue_ to bee, Whereon the folke of _Delphos_ honor mee. By me is knowne what is, what was, and what shall bee; By me are learnde the Rules of harmonie; By me the depth of Phisicks lore is found, And power of Hearbes that grow vpon the ground; And thus, by circumstances maist thou see That I am _Phoebus_ who doth fancie thee. _Eu_. No, sir; by these discourses may I see You mock me with a forged pedegree. If sonne you bee to _Ioue_, as erst ye said, In making loue vnto a mortall maide You work dishonour to your deitie. I must be gonne; I thanke ye for your curtesie. _Ap_. Alas, abandon not thy Louer so! _Eu_. I pray, sir, hartily giue me leaue to goe. _Ap_. The way ore growne with shrubs and bushes thick, The sharpened thornes your tender feete will pricke, The brambles round about your traine will lappe, The burs and briers about your skirts will wrappe. _Eu_. If, _Phoebus_, thou of _Ioue_ the ofspring be, Dishonor not thy deitie so much With profered force a silly mayd to touch; For doing so, although a god thou bee, The earth and men on earth shall ring thy infamie. _Ap_. Hard speech to him that loueth thee so well. _Eu_. What know I that? _Ap_. I know it and can tell, And feel it, too. _Eu_. If that your loue be such As you pretend, so feruent and so much, For proofe thereof graunt me but one request. _Ap_. I will, by _Ioue_ my father, I protest, Provided first that thy petition bee Not hurtfull to thy selfe, nor harme to mee. For so sometimes did _Phaeton_ my sonne Request a thing whereby he was vndone; He lost his life through craving it, and I Through graunting it lost him, my sonne, thereby.