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.