1st Shep. I'm sorry that this business went not forward.
2d Shep. So am not I; we're rid of so much trouble.
1st Shep. Yet it is strange the king should send for us,
And when we were come, command us to return.
Mir. No, 'tis not strange; it was his will to do
so.
But if you have an itch of dancing, friends,
Next holiday we'll ha't amongst ourselves,
And every man shall dance with his own sweetheart:
What say you, shepherds? will't not be as well?
1st Shep. It will be very fine. But where is Thyrsis?
2d Shep. Ay, where is he! you went along with him;
Where did you leave him?
Mir. Walking in a garden,
Where when I came to call him, he was gone.
2d Shep. It seems he cares not for our company.
Mir. Neither for yours nor any man's besides.
1st Shep. He is much alter'd since his love was lost;
Methinks he's nothing like the man he was.