_Amar_. I am not blind, Nor is it through the working of my mind, That this shows _Amoret_; forsake me all That dwell upon the soul, but what men call Wonder, or more than wonder, miracle, For sure so strange as this the Oracle Never gave answer of, it passeth dreams, Or mad-mens fancy, when the many streams Of new imaginations rise and fall: 'Tis but an hour since these Ears heard her call For pity to young _Perigot_; whilest he, Directed by his fury bloodily Lanc't up her brest, which bloodless fell and cold; And if belief may credit what was told, After all this, the Melancholy Swain Took her into his arms being almost slain, And to the bottom of the holy well Flung her, for ever with the waves to dwell. 'Tis she, the very same, 'tis _Amoret_, And living yet, the great powers will not let Their vertuous love be crost. Maid, wipe away Those heavy drops of sorrow, and allay The storm that yet goes high, which not deprest, Breaks heart and life, and all before it rest: Thy _Perigot_-- _Amor_. Where, which is _Perigot?_ _Amar_. Sits there below, lamenting much, god wot, Thee [and thy] fortune, go and comfort him, And thou shalt find him underneath a brim Of sailing Pines that edge yon Mountain in. _Amo_. I go, I run, Heaven grant me I may win His soul again. [_Exit_ Amoret. _Enter_ Sullen. _Sull_. Stay _Amaryllis_, stay, Ye are too fleet, 'tis two hours yet to day. I have perform'd my promise, let us sit And warm our bloods together till the fit Come lively on us. _Amar_. Friend you are too keen, The morning riseth and we shall be seen, Forbear a little. _Sull_. I can stay no longer. _Amar_. Hold _Shepherd_ hold, learn not to be a wronger Of your word, was not your promise laid, To break their loves first? _Sull_. I have done it Maid. _Amar_. No, they are yet unbroken, met again, And are as hard to part yet as the stain Is from the finest Lawn. _Sull_. I say they are Now at this present parted, and so far, That they shall never meet. _Amar_. Swain 'tis not so, For do but to yon hanging Mountain go, And there believe your eyes. _Sull_. You do but hold Off with delayes and trifles; farewell cold And frozen bashfulness, unfit for men; Thus I salute thee Virgin. _Amar_. And thus then, I bid you follow, catch me if you can. [_Exit_. _Sull_. And if I stay behind I am no man. [_Exit running after her_. _Enter_ Perigot. _Per_. Night do not steal away: I woo thee yet To hold a hard hand o're the rusty bit That guides the lazy Team: go back again, _Bootes_, thou that driv'st thy frozen Wain Round as a Ring, and bring a second Night To hide my sorrows from the coming light; Let not the eyes of men stare on my face, And read my falling, give me some black place Where never Sun-beam shot his wholesome light, That I may sit and pour out my sad spright Like running water, never to be known After the forced fall and sound is gone. _Enter_ Amoret _looking for_ Perigot.