_Cleon._ From him O turne thine eare away, And heare me my lou'd _Lirope_, I haue a Kid as white as milke, His skin as soft as _Naples_ silke, His hornes in length are wondrous euen, And curiously by nature writhen; 110 It is of th' Arcadian kinde, Ther's not the like twixt either _Inde_; If you walke, 'twill walke you by, If you sit downe, it downe will lye, It with gesture will you wooe, And counterfeit those things you doe; Ore each Hillock it will vault, And nimbly doe the Summer-sault, Upon the hinder Legs 'twill goe, And follow you a furlong so, 120 And if by chance a Tune you roate, 'Twill foote it finely to your note, Seeke the worlde and you may misse To finde out such a thing as this; This my loue I haue for thee So thou'lt leaue him and goe with me. _Lirope._ Beleeue me Youths your gifts are rare, And you offer wondrous faire; _Lalus_ for Lambe, _Cleon_ for Kyd, 'Tis hard to iudge which most doth bid, 130 And haue you two such things in store, And I n'er knew of them before? Well yet I dare a Wager lay That _Brag_ my little Dog shall play, As dainty tricks when I shall bid, As _Lalus_ Lambe, or _Cleons_ Kid. But t' may fall out that I may neede them Till when yee may doe well to feed them; Your Goate and Mutton pretty be But Youths these are noe bayts for me, 140 Alasse good men, in vaine ye wooe, 'Tis not your Lambe nor Kid will doe.