Then, Will, begin, and we'll the rest supply.
SONG.
WILLY.
Shepherd, would these gates were ope,
Thou might'st take with us thy fortune.
ROGET.
No, I'll make this narrow scope,
Since my fate doth so importune
Means unto a wider hope.
CUDDY.
Would thy shepherdess were here,
Who belov'd, loves thee so dearly!
ROGET.
Not for both your flocks, I swear,
And the gain they yield you yearly,
Would I so much wrong my dear.
Yet to me, nor to this place,
Would she now be long a stranger;
She would hold it no disgrace,
(If she feared not more my danger,)
Where I am to show her face.