And here with his sheephook hath him slain. Tell me, such a cup hast thou ever seen? Well might it beseem any harvest queen. PER. Thereto will I pawn yonder spotted lamb; Of all my flock there n'is such another, For I brought him up without the dam; But Colin Clout reft me of his brother, That he purchas'd of me in the plain field; Sore against my will was I forc'd to yield. WIL. Sicker, make like account of his brother; But who shall judge the wager won or lost? PER. That shall yonder herdgroom and none other, Which over the pease hitherward doth post. WIL. But, for the sunbeam so sore doth us beat, Were not better to shun the scorching heat? PER. Well agreed, Willie; then set thee down, swain; Such a song never heardest thou but Colin sing. CUD. 'Gin, when ye list, ye jolly shepheards twain; Such a judge, as Cuddie, were for a king. PER. It fell upon a holy eve, WIL. Hey, ho, holiday! PER. When holy Fathers wont to shrieve; WIL. Now ginneth this roundelay. PER. Sitting upon a hill so high, WIL. Hey, ho, the high hill! PER. The while my flock did feed thereby; WIL. The while the shepheard self did spill; PER. I saw the bouncing Bellibone, WIL. Hey, ho, Bonnibell! PER. Tripping over the dale alone; WIL. She can trip it very well. PER. Well decked in a frock of gray, WIL. Hey, ho, gray is greet! PER. And in a kirtle of green saye, WIL. The green is for maidens meet. PER. A chapelet on her head she wore, WIL. Hey, ho, chapelet! PER. Of sweet violets therein was store, WIL. She sweeter than the violet. PER. My sheep did leave their wonted food, WIL. Hey, ho, seely sheep! PER. And gaz'd on her as they were wood, WIL. Wood as he that did them keep. PER. As the bonilass passed by, WIL. Hey, ho, bonilass! PER. She rov'd at me with glancing eye, WIL. As clear as the crystal glass: PER. All as the sunny beam so bright, WIL. Hey, ho, the sun-beam! PER. Glanceth from Phœbus' face forthright, WIL. So love into thy heart did stream: PER. Or as the thunder cleaves the clouds, WIL. Hey, ho, the thunder! PER. Wherein the lightsome levin shrouds, WIL. So cleaves thy soul asunder: PER. Or as Dame Cynthia's silver ray, WIL. Hey, ho, the moonlight! PER. Upon the glittering wave doth play, WIL. Such play is a piteous plight. PER. The glance into my heart did glide, WIL. Hey, ho, the glider! PER. Therewith my soul was sharply gryde, WIL. Such wounds soon waxen wider. PER. Hasting to wrench the arrow out, WIL. Hey, ho, Perigot! PER. I left the head in my heart-root, WIL. It was a desperate shot. PER. There it rankleth aye more and more, WIL. Hey, ho, the arrow! PER. Ne can I find salve for my sore, WIL. Love is a careless sorrow.