_Naijs._ Neuer were poore distressed Gerles so glad, As when kinde, loued _Corbilus_ we saw, 10 When our much haste vs so much weakned had, That scarcely we our wearied breathes could draw, In this next Groue vnder an aged Tree, So fell a monster lying there we found, As till this day, our eyes did neuer see, Nor euer came on the Elizian ground. Halfe man, halfe Goate, he seem'd to vs in show, His vpper parts our humane shape doth beare, But he's a very perfect Goat below, His crooked Cambrils arm'd with hoofe and hayre. 20 _Claia._ Through his leane Chops a chattering he doth make Which stirres his staring beastly driueld Beard, And his sharpe hornes he seem'd at vs to shake, Canst thou then blame vs though we are afeard. _Corbilus._ Surely it seemes some Satyre this should be, Come and goe back and guide me to the place, Be not affraid, ye are safe enough with me, Silly and harmlesse be their Siluan Race. _Claia._ How _Corbilus_; a Satyre doe you say? How should he ouer high _Parnassus_ hit? 30 Since to these fields there's none can finde the way, But onely those the Muses will permit. _Corbilus._ 'Tis true; but oft, the sacred Sisters grace The silly Satyre, by whose plainnesse, they Are taught the worlds enormities to trace, By beastly mens abhominable way; Besyde he may be banisht his owne home By this base time, or be so much distrest, That he the craggy by-clift Hill hath clome To finde out these more pleasant Fields of rest. 40 _Naijs._ Yonder he sits, and seemes himselfe to bow At our approach, what doth our presence awe him? Me thinks he seemes not halfe so vgly now, As at the first, when I and _Claia_ saw him. _Corbilus._ 'Tis an old Satyre, Nimph, I now discerne, Sadly he sits, as he were sick or lame, His lookes would say, that we may easly learne How, and from whence, he to _Elizium_ came. Satyre, these Fields, how cam'st thou first to finde? What Fate first show'd thee this most happy store? 50 When neuer any of thy Siluan kinde Set foot on the Elizian earth before?