MIR. Well, I'll no more of this, I'll be converted Rather than call this grief to your remembrance. THYR. Why, dost thou think I ever shall forget her? Or that where'er I set my careful foot, As in this place, will it not tell me that Here Sylvia and I walk'd hand in hand, And here she pluck'd a flower, and anon She gave it me; and then we kiss'd, and here We mutually did vow each other's love? MIR. Nay leave, good Thyrsis: I did come to tell you This holiday our royal Prince Euarchus, Being remov'd to his house here near adjoining, Sent to command us to attend his person, With all our sports and wonted merriment, Wherein you always bore the chiefest part. And I have heard ('tis not to make you blush) The princess has commended your rare art And handsome graces, which you gave your music. Come, you must go with us, for Hylas is So far engag'd in love, and near his hopes, He will not stir unless his mistress go. THYR. Alas, Mirtillus! I have broke my pipe, My sighs are all the music which I now Can make, and how unfit I am t' attend So great an expectation, you may see. Yet give me leave to think on it; at night Perhaps I'll go with you. MIR. Till then farewell. [_Exit_ THYRSIS. The gentlest youth that ever play'd on pipe, But see, who's here? O, 'tis my other lover, His mistress with him; I will not disturb him. SCENA II. NERINA, HYLAS, MIRTILLUS. NER. Shepherd, I would you'd leave to follow me. HYL. How can I, sweetest, when my heart is with you? NER. With me? Then tell me where, and see how soon I shall restore it you. MIR. O, this is fine! [_Aside._ HYL. It hangs upon your eyes where, being scorch'd With their disdain, and dazzl'd with their lustre, It flies for ease unto your rosy lips. But, beaten thence with many a harsh denial, Fain would it come for better harbour here; But here for ever it must be an exile. For pity then, fair nymph, receive it you; And if you can, teach it the hardness of Your own, and make it marble, as yours is. MIR. I see he is not such a novice as I took him for; he can tell how to speak. [_Aside._ NER. Well, if my heart be such as you will make it, I am so much the gladder that it is Of strength to be a fence unto my honour. HYL. In vain a fence is made to guard the sheep, Where no wolf ever came. NER. What, if within It keep a dog of prey, would they be safe? For my part, I'll not cherish in my breast The man that would undo my chastity. HYL. Then cherish me, for you best know I never Attempted anything to cast a spot On that white innocence, to which I am A most religious votary.