Daph.  He.

Pri.  Where hast thou left the rest, that should have been Long before this, grazing upon the green Their yet imprison’d flocks?

Daph.  Thou holy man,
Give me a little breathing till I can
Be able to unfold what I have seen;
Such horrour that the like hath never been
Known to the ear of Shepherd:  Oh my heart
Labours a double motion to impart
So heavy tidings!  You all know the Bower
Where the chast Clorin lives, by whose great power
Sick men and Cattel have been often cur’d,
There lovely Amoret that was assur’d
To lusty Perigot, bleeds out her life,
Forc’d by some Iron hand and fatal knife;
And by her young Alexis.

Enter Amaryllis running from her Sullen Shepherd.

Amar.  If there be
Ever a Neighbour Brook, or hollow tree,
Receive my Body, close me up from lust
That follows at my heels; be ever just,
Thou god of Shepherds, Pan, for her dear sake
That loves the Rivers brinks, and still doth shake
In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit: 
Let me be made a reed, and ever mute,
Nod to the waters fall, whilst every blast
Sings through my slender leaves that I was chast.

Pri.  This is a night of wonder, Amaryll Be comforted, the holy gods are still Revengers of these wrongs.

Amar.  Thou blessed man,
Honour’d upon these plains, and lov’d of Pan,
Hear me, and save from endless infamie
My yet unblasted Flower, Virginitie: 
By all the Garlands that have crown’d that head,
By the chaste office, and the Marriage bed
That still is blest by thee, by all the rights
Due to our gods; and by those Virgin lights
That burn before his Altar, let me not
Fall from my former state to gain the blot
That never shall be purg’d:  I am not now
That wanton Amaryllis:  here I vow
To Heaven, and thee grave Father, if I may
’Scape this unhappy Night, to know the Day,
To live a Virgin, never to endure
The tongues, or Company of men impure. 
I hear him come, save me.

Pri.  Retire a while Behind this Bush, till we have known that vile Abuser of young Maidens.

Enter Sullen.

Sul.  Stay thy pace,
Most loved Amaryllis, let the Chase
Grow calm and milder, flye me not so fast,
I fear the pointed Brambles have unlac’d
Thy golden Buskins; turn again and see
Thy Shepherd follow, that is strong and free,
Able to give thee all content and ease. 
I am not bashful, Virgin, I can please
At first encounter, hug thee in mine arm,
And give thee many Kisses, soft and warm
As those the Sun prints on the smiling Cheek
Of Plums, or mellow Peaches; I am sleek
And smooth as Neptune, when stern Eolus
Locks up his surly Winds, and nimbly thus