I pray thee, Rosalynde, by those sweet eyes
    That stain the sun in shine, the morn in clear,
    By those sweet cheeks where Love encamped lies
    To kiss the roses of the springing year. 
    I tempt thee, Rosalynde, by ruthful plaints,
    Not seasoned with deceit or fraudful guile,
    But firm in pain, far more than tongue depaints,
    Sweet nymph, be kind, and grace me with a smile. 
    So may the heavens preserve from hurtful food
    Thy harmless flocks; so may the summer yield
    The pride of all her riches and her good,
    To fat thy sheep, the citizens of field. 
    Oh, leave to arm thy lovely brows with scorn: 
    The birds their beak, the lion hath his tail,
    And lovers nought but sighs and bitter mourn,
    The spotless fort of fancy to assail. 
      O Rosalynde, then be thou pitiful,
      For Rosalynde is only beautiful.

    ROSALYNDE

    The hardened steel by fire is brought in frame: 

    ROSADER

    And Rosalynde, my love, than any wool more softer;
    And shall not sighs her tender heart inflame?

    ROSALYNDE

    Were lovers true, maids would believe them ofter.

    ROSADER

    Truth, and regard, and honor, guide my love.

    ROSALYNDE

    Fain would I trust, but yet I dare not try.

    ROSADER

    O pity me, sweet nymph, and do but prove.

    ROSALYNDE

    I would resist, but yet I know not why.

    ROSADER

    O Rosalynde, be kind, for times will change,
    Thy looks ay nill be fair as now they be;
    Thine age from beauty may thy looks estrange: 
    Ah, yield in time, sweet nymph, and pity me.

    ROSALYNDE

    O Rosalynde, thou must be pitiful,
    For Rosader is young and beautiful.

    ROSADER

    Oh, gain more great than kingdoms or a crown!

    ROSALYNDE

    Oh, trust betrayed if Rosader abuse me.

    ROSADER

    First let the heavens conspire to pull me down
    And heaven and earth as abject quite refuse me. 
    Let sorrows stream about my hateful bower,
    And restless horror hatch within my breast: 
    Let beauty’s eye afflict me with a lour,
    Let deep despair pursue me without rest,
    Ere Rosalynde my loyalty disprove,
    Ere Rosalynde accuse me for unkind.

    ROSALYNDE

    Then Rosalynde will grace thee with her love
    Then Rosalynde will have thee still in mind.

    ROSADER

    Then let me triumph more than Tithon’s dear,
    Since Rosalynde will Rosader respect: 
    Then let my face exile his sorry cheer,
    And frolic in the comfort of affect;
      And say that Rosalynde is only pitiful,
      Since Rosalynde is only beautiful.