_Ge_. Thou never knew'st me breake my word, I wot, Nor will I now, betide me bale or blis. _Sil_. Nor I breake mine: and here her cottage is, Ile call her forth. _Ge_. Will _Silvio_ be so rude? _Sil_. Never shall we betwixt ourselves conclude Our controversie, for we overweene. _Ge_. Not I but thou; for though thou iet'st in greene, As fresh as meadow in a morne of May, And scorn'st the shepheard for he goes in gray. But, Forrester, beleeve it as thy creede, My mistresse mindes my person not my weede. _Sil_. So 'twas I thought: because she tends thy sheepe Thou thinkst in love of thee she taketh keepe; That is as townish damzels, lend the hand But send the heart to him aloofe doth stande: So deales _Eurymine_ with _Silvio_. _Ge_. Al be she looke more blithe on _Gemulo_ Her heart is in the dyall of her eye, That poynts me hers. _Sil_. That shall we quickly trye. _Eurymine_! _Ge_. _Erynnis_, stop thy throte; Unto thy hound thou hallowst such a note. I thought that shepheards had bene mannerlesse, But wood-men are the ruder groomes I guesse. _Sil_. How shall I call her swaine but by her name? _Ge_. So _Hobinoll_ the plowman calls his dame. Call her in Carroll from her quiet coate. _Sil_. Agreed; but whether shall begin his note? _Ge_. Draw cuttes. _Sil_. Content; the longest shall begin. _Ge_. Tis mine. _Sil_. Sing loude, for she is farre within. _Ge_. Instruct thy singing in thy forrest waies, Shepheards know how to chant their roundelaies. _Sil_. Repeat our bargain ere we sing our song, Least after wrangling should our mistresse wrong: If me she chuse thou must be well content, If thee she chuse I give the like consent. _Ge_. Tis done: now, _Pan_ pipe, on thy sweetest reede, And as I love so let thy servaunt speede.-- _As little Lambes lift up their snowie sides When mounting Lark salutes the gray eyed morne-- Sil. As from the Oaken leaves the honie glides Where nightingales record upon the thorne-- Ge. So rise my thoughts-- Sil. So all my sences cheere-- Ge. When she surveyes my flocks Sil. And she my Deare. Ge. Eurymine! Sil. Eurymine! Ge. Come foorth-- Sil. Come foorth-- Ge. Come foorth and cheere these plaines-- (And both sing this together when they have sung it single.) Sil. The wood-mans Love Ge. And Lady of the Swaynes. Enter Eurymine_. Faire Forester and lovely shepheard Swaine, Your Carrolls call _Eurymine_ in vaine, For she is gone: her Cottage and her sheepe With me, her brother, hath she left to keepe, And made me sweare by _Pan_, ere she did go, To see them safely kept for _Gemulo_. (_They both looke straungely upon her, apart each from other_.) _Ge_. What, hath my Love a new come Lover than? _Sil_. What, hath my mistresse got another man? _Ge_. This Swayne will rob me of _Eurymine_. _Sil_. This youth hath power to win _Eurymine_. _Ge_. This straungers beautie beares away my prize.