Dor. Of woe good boy, but of no other thing:
Na. What if I sing of fancie will it please?
Dor. To such as hope successe, such noats breede ease.
Na. What if I sing like Damon to my sheepe?
Dor. Like Phillis I will sit me downe to weepe.
Na. Nay since my songs afford such pleasure small,
Ile sit me downe, and sing you none at all.
Doro. Oh be not angrie Nano. 1770
Nano. Nay you loath,
To thinke on that, which doth content vs both.
Doro. And how?
Nano. You scorne desport when you are wearie,
And loath my mirth, who liue to make you merry.