_Clo_. Honest Swain, First let me thank you, then return again As much of my love: no thou art too cold, Unhappy Boy, not tempred to my mold, Thy blood falls heavy downward, 'tis not fear To offend in boldness wins, they never wear Deserved favours that deny to take When they are offered freely: Do I wake To see a man of his youth, years and feature, And such a one as we call goodly creature, Thus backward? What a world of precious Art Were meerly lost, to make him do his part? But I will shake him off, that dares not hold, Let men that hope to be belov'd be bold. _Daphnis_, I do desire, since we are met So happily, our lives and fortunes set Upon one stake, to give assurance now, By interchange of hands and holy vow, Never to break again: walk you that way Whilest I in zealous meditation stray A little this way: when we both have ended These rites and duties, by the woods befriended, And secrecie of night, retire and find An aged Oak, whose hollowness may bind Us both within his body, thither go, It stands within yon bottom. _Daph_. Be it so. [_Ex_. Daph. _Clo_. And I will meet there never more with thee, Thou idle shamefastness. _Alex. [within] Chloe!_ _Clo_. 'Tis he That dare I hope be bolder. _Alex. Cloe!_ _Clo_. Now Great _Pan_ for _Syrinx_ sake bid speed our Plow. [_Exit_ Cloe. _Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. _Enter_ Sullen Shepherd _with_ Amaryllis _in a sleep._ _Sull_. From thy forehead thus I take These herbs, and charge thee not awake Till in yonder holy Well, Thrice with powerful Magick spell, Fill'd with many a baleful word, Thou hast been dipt; thus with my cord Of blasted Hemp, by Moon-light twin'd, I do thy sleepy body bind; I turn thy head into the East, And thy feet into the West, Thy left arm to the South put forth, And thy right unto the North: I take thy body from the ground, In this deep and deadly swound, And into this holy spring I let thee slide down by my string. Take this Maid thou holy pit, To thy bottom, nearer yet, In thy water pure and sweet, By thy leave I dip her feet; Thus I let her lower yet, That her ankles may be wet; Yet down lower, let her knee In thy waters washed be; There stop: Fly away Every thing that loves the day. Truth that hath but one face, Thus I charm thee from this place. Snakes that cast your coats for new, Camelions that alter hue, Hares that yearly Sexes change, _Proteus_ alt'ring oft and strange, _Hecate_ with shapes three, Let this Maiden changed be, With this holy water wet, To the shape of _Amoret_: _Cynthia_ work thou with my charm, Thus I draw thee free from harm Up out of this blessed Lake, Rise both like her and awake. [_She awakes_. _Amar_. Speak Shepherd, am I _Amoret_ to sight? Or hast thou mist in any Magick rite; For want of which any defect in me, May make our practices discovered be.