'I do not think that Grisaldo's will be so,' said Florisa, 'and, that time and opportunity to show it may not fail him, I pray you, Galatea, let us return to the village, for I wish to send to inform Grisaldo of his misfortune.' 'Be it done as you bid, friend,' replied Galatea, 'for I shall give you a shepherd to take the news.' And with this they were about to take leave of Damon and Elicio, had not these persisted in their wish to go with them. And as they were journeying to the village, they heard on their right hand the pipe, straightway recognised by all, of Erastro, who was coming in pursuit of his friend Elicio. They stopped to listen to it, and heard him singing thus, as he came, with tokens of tender grief: ERASTRO. By rugged paths my fancy's doubtful end I follow, to attain it ever trying, And in night's gloom and chilly darkness lying, The forces of my life I ever spend. To leave the narrow way, I do not lend A thought, although I see that I am dying, For, on the faith of my true faith relying, 'Gainst greater fear I would myself defend. My faith the beacon is that doth declare Safe haven to my storm, and doth reveal Unto my voyage promise of success, Although the means uncertain may appear, Although my star's bright radiance Love conceal, Although the heavens assail me and distress. With a deep sigh the hapless shepherd ended his loving song, and, believing that no one heard him, loosed his voice in words such as these: