So now his friend is changed for a frenne.
THE. But if his ditties be so trimly dight,
I pray thee, Hobbinol, record some one,
The whiles our flocks do graze about in sight,
And we close shrouded in this shade alone.
HOB. Contented I: then will I sing his lay
Of fair Elisa, queen of shepheards all,
Which once he made as by a spring he lay,
And tuned it unto the waters' fall.
"Ye dainty Nymphs, that in this blessed brook