_Sull_. But I can tell ye news of _Perigot_: An hour together under yonder tree He sate with wreathed arms and call'd on thee, And said, why _Amoret_ stayest thou so long? Then starting up, down yonder path he flung, Lest thou hadst miss'd thy way: were it day light, He could not yet have born him out of sight. _Amor_. Thanks, gentle Shepherd, and beshrew my stay, That made me fearful I had lost my way: As fast as my weak Legs (that cannot be Weary with seeking him) will carry me, I'll seek him out; and for thy Courtesie Pray _Pan_ thy Love may ever follow thee. [_Exit_. _Sull_. How bright she was, how lovely did she show! Was it not pity to deceive her so? She pluckt her Garments up, and tript away, And with her Virgin-innocence did pray For me that perjur'd her. Whilst she was here, Methought the Beams of Light that did appear Were shot from her; methought the Moon gave none, But what it had from her: she was alone With me, if then her presence did so move, Why did not I essay to win her Love? She would not sure have yielded unto me; Women love only Opportunitie, And not the Man; or if she had deny'd, Alone, I might have forc'd her to have try'd Who had been stronger: O vain Fool, to let Such blest Occasion pass; I'll follow yet, My Blood is up, I cannot now forbear. _Enter_ Alex, _and_ Cloe. I come sweet _Amoret_: Soft who is here? A pair of Lovers? He shall yield her me; "Now Lust is up, alike all Women be. _Alex_. Where shall we rest? but for the love of me, _Cloe_, I know ere this would weary be. _Clo_. _Alexis_, let us rest here, if the place Be private, and out of the common trace Of every Shepherd: for I understood This Night a number are about the Wood: Then let us chuse some place, where out of sight We freely may enjoy our stoln delight. _Alex_. Then boldly here, where we shall ne're be found, No Shepherds way lies here, 'tis hallow'd ground: No Maid seeks here her strayed Cow, or Sheep, Fairies, and Fawns, and Satyrs do it keep: Then carelesly rest here, and clip and kiss, And let no fear make us our pleasures miss. _Clo_. Then lye by me, the sooner we begin, The longer ere the day descry our sin. _Sull_. Forbear to touch my Love, or by yon flame, The greatest power that Shepherds dare to name, Here where thou sit'st under this holy tree Her to dishonour, thou shalt buried be. _Alex_. If _Pan_ himself, should come out of the lawns, With all his Troops of Satyrs and of Fawns, And bid me leave, I swear by her two eyes, A greater Oath than thine, I would not rise. _Sull_. Then from the cold Earth never shalt thou move, But lose at one stroke both thy Life and Love. _Clo_. Hold gentle Shepherd. _Sull_. Fairest Shepherdess, Come you with me, I do not love you less Than that fond man, that would have kept you there From me of more desert. _Alex_. O yet forbear To take her from me; give me leave to dye By her. [_The Satyr enters, he runs one way, and she another_.