2 Mu.  Alas, if unto her you be so hard,
Yet of Ascanio have some more regard,
And let him not endure such endlesse wrong
That hath pursude her constant love so long.

Asca.  Great God, the greevous travells I have past
In restlesse search to finde her out at last;
My plaints, my toiles, in lieu of my annoy
Have well deserv’d my Lady to enjoy. 
Penance too much I have sustaind before;
Oh Phoebus, plague me not with any more,
Nor be thou so extreame now at the worst
To make my torments greater than at the first. 
My father’s late displeasure is forgot,
And there’s no let nor any churlish blot
To interrupt our ioyes from being compleat,
But only thy good favour to intreat. 
In thy great grace it lyes to make my state
Most happie now or most infortunate.

1 Mu.  Heavenly Apollo, on our knees I pray
Vouchsafe thy great displeasure to allay. 
What honor to thy Godhead will arise
To plague a silly Lady in this wise? 
Beside it is a staine unto thy Deitie
To yeeld thine owne desires the soveraigntie: 
Then shew some grace vnto a wofull Dame,
And in these groves our tongues shall sound thy fame.

Phoe.  Arise, deare Nourses of divinest skill,
You sacred Muses of Pernassus hill;
Phoebus is conquerd by your deare respect
And will no longer clemency neglect. 
You have not sude nor praide to me in vaine;
I graunt your willes:  she is a mayde againe.

Asca.  Thy praise shal never die whilst I do live.

2 Mu.  Nor will we slack perpetual thankes to give.

Phoe. Thalia, neare the cave where she remaines
The Fayries keepe:  request them of their paines,
And in my name bid them forthwith provide
From that darke place to be the Ladies guide;
And in the bountie of their liberall minde
To give her cloathes according to her kinde.

1 Mu.  I goe, divine Apollo.
                                     [Exit.

Phoe.  Haste againe:  No time too swift to ease a Lovers paine.

Asca.  Most sacred Phoebus, endles thankes to thee
That doest vouchsafe so much to pittie mee;
And, aged father, for your kindnesse showne
Imagine not your friendship ill bestowne: 
The earth shall sooner vanish and decay
Than I will prove unthankfull any way.

Ara.  It is sufficient recompence to me
If that my silly helpe have pleasurde thee;
If you enioy your Love and hearts desire
It is enough, nor doo I more require.