Io.  Your brest and my belly are in two contrary kaies; you walke to get stomacke to your meate, and I walke to get meate to my stomacke; your brest’s full and my belli’s emptie.  If they chance to part in this case, God send them merry meeting,—­that my belly be ful and your brest empty.

Asca.  Boy, for the loue that euer thou didst owe To thy deare master, poore Ascanio.  Racke thy proou’d wits vnto the highest straine, To bring me backe Eurymine againe.

Io.  Nay, master, if wit could do it I could tell you more; but if it euer be done the very legeritie[103] of the feete must do it; these ten nimble bones must do the deed.  Ile trot like a little dog; theres not a bush so big as my beard, but Ile be peeping in it; theres not a coate[104] but Ile search every corner; if she be aboue, or beneath, ouer the ground or vnder, Ile finde her out.

Asca.  Stay, Ioculo; alas, it cannot be:  If we should parte I loose both her and thee.  The woods are wide; and, wandering thus about, Thou maist be lost and not my loue found out.

Io.  I pray thee let me goe.

Asca.  I pray thee stay.

Io.  I faith Ile runne.

Asca.  And doest not know which way.

Io.  Any way, alls one; Ile drawe drie foote;[105] if you send not to seeke her you may lye here long enough before she comes to seeke you.  She little thinkes that you are hunting for her in these quarters.

Asca.  Ah, Ioculo, before I leaue my Boy,
Of this worlds comfort now my only ioy. 
Seest thou this place? vpon this grassie bed,
With summers gawdie dyaper bespred, (He lyes downe.)
Vnder these shadowes shall my dwelling be,
Till thou returne, sweet Ioculo, to me.

Io.  And, if my conuoy be not cut off by the way, it shall not be long before I be with you.
    (He speakes to the people.)
Well, I pray you looke to my maister, for here I leaue him amongst you; and if I chaunce to light vpon the wench, you shall heare of me by the next winde.
               [Exit Ioculo.

    Ascanio solus.

Asca.  In vaine I feare, I beate my braines about,
Proouing by search to finde my mistresse out.
Eurymine, Eurymine, retorne,
And with thy presence guild the beautious morne! 
And yet I feare to call vpon thy name: 
The pratling Eccho, should she learne the same,
The last words accent shiele no more prolong
But beare that sound vpon her airie tong. 
Adorned with the presence of my loue
The woods, I feare, such secret power shal proue
As they’ll shut vp each path, hide euery way,
Because they still would haue her go astray,
And in that place would alwaies haue her seene
Only because they would be euer greene,
And keepe the wingged Quiristers still there
To banish winter cleane out of the yeare. 
But why persist I to bemone my state,
When she is gone and my complaint too late? 
A drowsie dulnes closeth vp my sight;
O powerfull sleepe, I yeeld vnto thy might.
                           (He falls asleepe.)