Sil. How shall I call her swaine but by her name?
Ge. So Hobinoll the plowman calls his dame. Call her in Carroll from her quiet coate.
Sil. Agreed; but whether shall begin his note?
Ge. Draw cuttes.
Sil. Content; the longest shall begin.
Ge. Tis mine.
Sil. Sing loude, for she is farre within.
Ge. Instruct thy singing in thy forrest waies, Shepheards know how to chant their roundelaies.
Sil. Repeat our bargain ere we sing our song,
Least after wrangling should our mistresse wrong:
If me she chuse thou must be well content,
If thee she chuse I give the like consent.
Ge. Tis done: now, Pan pipe, on thy sweetest reede, And as I love so let thy servaunt speede.—