Cal. This fellowes wit amazeth me; but friend, What doe you thinke of lovers?

Alu. Worst of all;

Is't not a pretty folly to stand thus,

And sigh, and fold the armes, and cry my Calia,
My soule, my life, my Calia, then to wring

Ones state for presents, and ones brayne for Sonnets?
O! 'tis beyond the name of Phrenzie.

Cal. What so Satyricke Shephea[r]ds? I beleeve You did not learne these flashes in the Woods; How is it possible that you should get

Such neere acquaintance with the Citie manners,
And yet live here in such a silent place,

Where one would thinke the very name of City
Could hardly Enter.

Alu. Why, I'le tell you Sir:

My father dyed, (you force me to remember
A griefe that deserves teares) and left me young,
And (if a Shepheard may be said so) rich,
I in an itching wantonnesse to see

What other Swaines so wondred at, the Citie,
Streight sold my rurall portion (for the wealth
Of Shepheards is their flockes) and thither went,
Where whil'st my money lasted I was welcome,
And liv'd in credit, but when that was gone,
And the last piece sigh'd in my empty pocket,
I was contemn'd, then I began to feele
How dearely I had bought experience,
And without any thing besides repentance
To load me, return'd back, and here I live
To laugh at all those follyes which I saw.

Song.

The merry waves dance up and downe, and play,
Sport is granted to the Sea.

Birds are the queristers of th'empty ayre,

Sport is never wanting there.

The ground doth smile at the Springs flowry birth,
Sport is granted to the earth.

Cal.

The fire it's cheering flame on high doth reare,
Sport is never wanting there.

If all the elements, the Earth, the Sea,
Ayre, and fire, so merry bee;

Why is mans mirth so seldome, and so small,
Who is compounded of them all?

You may rejoyce; but sighes befit me better.
Alu. Now on my conscience thou hast lost a Mistris ;
If it be so, thanke God, and love no more;

Or else perhaps she'has burnt your whining letter,
Or kist another Gentleman in your sight,

Or else denyed you her glove, or laught at you,
Causes indeed, which deserve speciall mourning,
And now you come to talke with your God Cupid
In private here, and call the Woods to witnesse,
And all the streames which murmure when they heare
The injuries they suffer; I am sorry

I have been a hindrance to your meditations,

Farewell Sir.

Cal. Nay, good Shepheard, you mistake mee.
Alu. Faith, I am very chary of my health,

I would be loath to be infected Sir.

Cal. Thou needest not feare; I have no disease at all Besides a troubled mind.

Alu. Why that's the worst, the worst of all.

Cal. And therefore it doth challenge

Your piety the more, you should the rather,

Strive to be my Physitian.

Alu. The good Gods forbid it; I turne Physitian?

My Parents brought me up more piously,

Then that I should play booty with a sicknesse,
Turne a consumption to mens purses, and

Purge them, worse then their bodyes, and set up
An Apothecaries shop in private chambers,
Live by revenew of close-stooles and urinals,
Deferre off sick mens health from day to day
As if they went to law with their disease.

No, I was borne for better ends, then to send away
His Majesties subjects to hell so fast,

As if I were to share the stakes with Charon.
Cal. Your wit erres much :

For as the soule is nobler then the body,
So it's corruption askes a better medicine
Then is applyed to Gouts, Catarrs, or Agues,
And that is counsell.

Alu. So then I should bee

Your soules Physitian; why, I could talke out
An houre or so, but then I want a cushion
To thump my precepts into; but tell me 'pray,
What name beares your disease?

Cal. A feaver, shepheard, but so farre above
An outward one, that the vicissitudes

Of that may seeme but warmth, and coolenesse only;
This, flame, and frost.

Alu. So; I understand you,

You are a lover, which is by translation

A foole, or a beast, for I'le define you; you're

Partly Chameleon, partly Salamander,

You're fed by th'ayre, and live i'the fire.

Cal. Why did you never love? have you no softnesse,

Nought of your mother in you? if that Sun

Which scorched me, should cast one beame upon you,

T'would quickly melt the ice about your heart,

And lend your eyes fresh streames.

Alu. Faith, I thinke not;

I have seen all your beautyes of the Court,
And yet was never ravisht, never made

A dolefull Sonnet unto angry Cupid,

Either to warme her heart, or else coole mine,

And no face yet could ever wound me so,

But that I quickly found a remedie.

Cal. That were an art worth learning, and you need not

Be niggard of your knowledge; See the Sunne
Though it have given this many thousand yeares
Light to the world, yet is as bigge and bright
As e're it was, and hath not lost one beame
Of his first glory; then let charity
Perswade you to instruct me, I shall bee
A very thankfull scholler.

Alu. I shall for 'tis both easily taught and learn'd,
Come sing away the day, &c.

Mirth is the only physick.

Cal. It is a way which I have much desired
To cheate my sorrow with; and for that purpose
Would faine turne shepheard, and in rural sports
Weare my lifes remnant out; I would forget
All things, my very name if it were possible.
Alu. Pray let me learne it first.

Cal. 'Tis Callidorus.

Alu. Thanke you; if you your selfe chance to forget it Come but to me I'le doe you the same curtesie,

In the meane while make me your servant Sir,

I will instruct you in things necessary

For the creation of a Shepheard, and

Wee two will laugh at all the world securely,
And fling jests 'gainst the businesses of state
Without endangering our eares.

Come, come away,

For 'tis but a folly

To be melancholy,

Let's live here whilst we may.

Enter Palamon, Melarnus, Truga, Egon

Bellula, Hylace.

Pa. I see I am undone.

Exeunt.

Mel. Come no matter for that, you love my Daughter? By Pan; but come, no matter for that; you my Hilace?

Tru. Nay good Duck, doe not vexe your selfe; what though he loves her? you know she will not have him.

Mel. Come, no matter for that; I will vex my selfe, and vex him too, shall such an idle fellow as he strive to entice away honest mens children? let him goe feed his flocks; but alas! he has none to trouble him; ha, ha, ha, yet hee would marry my daughter.

Pa. Thou art a malicious doting man,

And one who cannot boast of any thing

But that shee calls thee father, though I cannot

Number so large a flock of sheepe as thou,
Nor send so many cheeses to the City,
Yet in my mind I am an Emperour
If but compar'd with thee.

Tru. Of what place I pray?

'Tis of some new discovered Countrey, is't not?
Pa. Prithee good Wintor if thou wilt be talking,
Keepe thy breath in a little, for it smells
Worse then a Goat; yet thou must talke,
For thou hast nothing left thee of a woman

But lust, and tongue.

Hyl. Shepheard, here's none so taken with your wit But you might spare it; if you be so lavish,

You'le have none left another time to make

The song of the forsaken Lover with.

Pa. I'me dumbe, my lips are seal'd, seal'd up for ever May my rash tongue forget to be interpreter,

And organ of my senses, if you say,

It hath offended you.

Hyl. Troth if

you make

But that condition, I shall agree to't quickly:

Mel. By Pan well said Girle; what a foole was I To suspect thee of loving him? but come

'Tis no matter for that; when e're thou art maried I'le adde ten sheepe more to thy portion,

For putting this one jest upon him.

Egon. Nay now I must needs tell you that your anger Is grounded with no reason to maintaine it,

If you intend your daughter shall not marry him,

Say so, but play not with his passion,

For 'tis inhumane wit which jeeres the wretched.

Mel. Come 'tis no matter for that; what I doe, I

doe;

I shall not need your counsell.

Tru. I hope my husband and I have enough wisdome To governe our owne child; if we want any "Twill be to little purpose, I dare say,

To come to borrow some of you.

Eg. 'Tis very likely pritty Mistris Maukin, You with a face lookes like a winter apple