Asca.  What wrong have I contrived, what iniurie
To alienate thy liking so from mee? 
If thou be she whom sometime thou didst faine,
And bearest not the name of friend in vaine,
Let not thy borrowed guise of altred kinde
Alter the wonted liking of thy minde,
But though in habit of a man thou goest
Yet be the same Eurymine thou wast.

Eu.  How gladly would I be thy Lady still, If earnest vowes might answere to my will.

Asca.  And is thy fancie alterd with thy guise?

Eu.  My kinde, but not my minde in any wise.

Asca.  What though thy habit differ from thy kinde, Thou maiest retain thy wonted loving minde.

Eu.  And so I doo.

Asca.  Then why art thou so straunge, Or wherefore doth thy plighted fancie chaunge?

Eu. Ascanio, my heart doth honor thee.

Asca.  And yet continuest stil so strange to me?

Eu.  Not strange, so far as kind will give me leave.

Asca.  Unkind that kind that kindnesse doth bereave:  Thou saist thou lovest me?

Eu.  As a friend his friend, And so I vowe to love thee to the end.

Asca.  I wreake not of such love; love me but so As faire Eurymine loved Ascanio.

Eu.  That love’s denide vnto my present kinde.

Asca.  In kindely shewes vnkinde I doo thee finde:  I see thou art as constant as the winde.

Eu.  Doth kinde allow a man to love a man?

Asca.  Why, art thou not Eurymine?

Eu.  I am.

Asca. Eurymine my love?

Eu.  The very same.

Asca.  And wast thou not a woman then?

Eu.  Most true.

Asca.  And art thou changed from a woman now?

Eu.  Too true.

Asca.  These tales my minde perplex.  Thou art Eurymine?

Eu.  In name, but not in sexe.

Asca.  What then?

Eu.  A man.

Asca.  In guise thou art, I see.

Eu.  The guise thou seest doth with my kinde agree.

Asca.  Before thy flight thou wast a woman tho?

Eu.  True, Ascanio.

Asca.  And since thou art a man?

Eu.  Too true, deare friend.

Asca.  Then I have lost a wife.

Eu.  But found a friend whose dearest blood and life Shal be as readie as thine owne for thee; In place of wife such friend thou hast of mee.

    Enter Ioculo and Aramanthus.

Io.  There they are:  maister, well overtane, I thought we two should never meete againe:  You went so fast that I to follow thee Slipt over hedge and ditch and many a tall tree.