Enter Siluio, a Raunger.

Sil.  Well met, fair Nymph, or Goddesse if ye bee; Tis straunge, me thinkes, that one of your degree Should walke these solitary groues alone.

Eu.  It were no maruel, if you knew my mone.  But what are you that question me so far?

Sil.  My habit telles you that, a Forrester; That, hauing lost a heard of skittish Deire, Was of good hope I should haue found them heere.

Eu.  Trust me, I saw not any; so farewell.

Sil.  Nay stay, and further of your fortunes tell; I am not one that meanes you any harme.

    Enter Gemulo, the Shepheard.

Ge.  I thinke my boy be fled away by charme.  Raunger, well met; within thy walke, I pray, Sawst thou not Mopso my vnhappie boy.

Sil.  Shepheard, not I:  what meanst to seeke him heere?

Ge.  Because the wagge, possest with doubtful feare
Least I would beate him for a fault he did,
Amongst those trees I do suspect hees hid. 
But how now, Raunger? you mistake, I trowe;
This is a Lady and no barren Dowe.

Sil.  It is indeede, and (as it seemes) distrest; Whose griefe to know I humbly made request, But she as yet will not reueale the same.

Ge.  Perhaps to me she will:  speak, gentle dame; What daunger great hath driuen ye to this place?  Make knowne your state, and looke what slender grace A Shepheards poore abilitee may yeeld You shall be sure of ere I leaue the feeld.

Eur.  Alas good Sir the cause may not be known That hath inforste me to be here alone.

Sil.  Nay, feare not to discouer what you are; It may be we may remedie your care.

Eur.  Since needs you will that I renew my griefe,
Whether it be my chance to finde reliefe
Or not, I wreake not:  such my crosses are
As sooner I expect to meet despaire. 
Then thus it is:  not farre from hence do dwell
My parents, of the world esteemed well,
Who with their bitter threats my grant had won
This day to marrie with a neighbours son,
And such a one to whom I should be wife
As I could neuer fancie in my life: 
And therefore, to auoid that endlesse thrall,
This morne I came away and left them all.

Sil.  Now trust me, virgin, they were much vnkinde To seeke to match you so against your minde.

Ge.  It was, besides, vnnatural constraint:  But, by the tenure of your just complaint, It seems you are not minded to returne, Nor any more to dwell where you were borne.

Eur.  It is my purpose if I might obtaine A place of refuge where I might remain.

Sil.  Why, go with me; my Lodge is not far off, Where you shall haue such hospitalitie As shall be for your health and safetie.

Ge.  Soft, Raunger; you do raunge beyond your skill.  My house is nearer, and for my good will, It shall exceed a woodmans woodden stuffe:  Then go with me, Ile keep you safe enough.