Make faintly, as he could, to yonder dell.
Tread in my steps; long neighbourhood by day
Has made these fields familiar in the night.
Arth. I thank thee, shepherd;
Expect reward. Lead on, we follow thee.
Phil. } Hither this way, this way bend,
sings. } Trust not that malicious fiend;
Those are false deluding lights,
Wafted far and near by sprites.
Trust them not, for they'll deceive ye,