Ama. To do as lovers shou'd,
That are to be enjoy'd, not to be woo'd.
There's ne'r a Shepherdess in all the plain
Can kiss thee with more Art, there's none can feign
More wanton tricks.
Per. Forbear, dear Soul, to trie Whether my Heart be pure; I'll rather die Than nourish one thought to dishonour thee.
Amar. Still think'st thou such a thing as Chastitie
Is amongst Women? Perigot there's none,
That with her Love is in a Wood alone,
And would come home a maid; be not abus'd
With thy fond first Belief, let time be us'd:
Why dost thou rise?
Per. My true heart thou hast slain.
Ama. Faith Perigot, I'll pluck thee down again.
Per. Let go, thou Serpent, that into my brest Hast with thy cunning div'd; art not in Jest?
Ama. Sweet love, lye down.
Per. Since this I live to see, Some bitter North-wind blast my flocks and me.
Ama. You swore you lov'd, yet will not do my will.
Per. O be as thou wert once, I'll love thee still.