Lat. I begin to be one of those savages.
Enter Victoria, Penelope, Lettice, and Betty.
Vict. We had better have stayed where we were, and listened to that charming echo, than have come in search of that liar.
Lat. Do you see yonder?
Y. Book. [Gives the sign and sings himself.] Thus, madam, have I spent my time almost ever since I saw you, repeated your name to the woods, the dales, and echoing groves.
Pen. Prithee observe him. Now he begins.
Y. Book. I had not time to carve your name on every tree, but that's a melancholy employment, not for those lovers that are favoured with assignation.
Vict. Prithee, cousin, do you talk to him in my name. I'll be silent till I see farther.[67]
Pen. The spring is now so forward, that it must indeed be attributed to your passion that you are not in the field.