(Ibid., sc. ii.)
See the dew-drops how they kiss
Every little flower that is,
Hanging on their velvet heads,
Like a rope of crystal beads;
See the heavy clouds low falling,
And bright Hesperus down calling
The dead night from under ground.
(Ibid., acte II, sc. i.)
Oh, you are fairer far
Than the chaste blushing morn, or that fair star
That guides the wandering seaman through the deep!
.... I do believe thee: 'Tis as hard for me
To think thee false, and harder than for thee
To hold me foul.
(Ibid., acte I, sc. ii.)
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Speak if thou be there, My Perigot! Thy Amoret, thy dear, Calles on thy loved name....
'Tis thy friend,
Thy Amoret; come hither, to give end
To these consumings. Look up, gentle boy!
I have forgot those pains and dear annoy
I suffer'd for thy sake, and am content
To be thy love again. Why hast thou rent
Those curled locks, where I have often hung
Ribbons and damask roses, and have flung
Waters distill'd to make thee fresh and gay,
Sweeter than nosegays on a bridal day?
Why dost thou cross thine arms, and hang thy face
Down to thy bosom, letting fall apace
From those two little heavens, upon the ground,
Showers of more price, more orient, and more round,
Than those that hang upon the moon's pale brow?
Cease these complainings, shepherd! I am now
The same I ever was, as kind and free,
And can forgive before you ask of me:
Indeed I am and will....
So this work hath end!
Farewell and live! Be constant to thy friend
That loves thee next!
I am thy love!
Thy Amoret, for ever more thy love!
Strike once more on my naked breast, I'll prove
As constant still. Oh! could'st thou love me yet,
How soon could I my former griefs forget!
(The Faithful Shepherdess, acte V, sc. iii et v.)