Phoebe at this sudden reply was amazed, especially when she saw so fair a swain as Ganymede; blushing therefore, she would have been gone, but that he held her by the hand, and prosecuted his reply thus: 

“What, shepherdess, so fair and so cruel?  Disdain beseems not cottages, nor coyness maids; for either they be condemned to be too proud, or too froward.  Take heed, fair nymph, that in despising love, you be not overreached with love, and in shaking off all, shape yourself to your own shadow, and so with Narcissus prove passionate and yet unpitied.  Oft have I heard, and sometimes have I seen, high disdain turned to hot desires.  Because thou art beautiful be not so coy:  as there is nothing more fair, so there is nothing more fading; as momentary as the shadows which grows from a cloudy sun.  Such, my fair shepherdess, as disdain in youth desire in age, and then are they hated in the winter, that might have been loved in the prime.  A wrinkled maid is like to a parched rose, that is cast up in coffers to please the smell, not worn in the hand to content the eye.  There is no folly in love to had I wist, and therefore be ruled by me.  Love while thou art young, least thou be disdained when thou art old.  Beauty nor time cannot be recalled, and if thou love, like of Montanus; for if his desires are many, so his deserts are great.”

Phoebe all this while gazed on the perfection of Ganymede, as deeply enamored on his perfection as Montanus inveigled with hers; for her eye made survey of his excellent feature, which she found so rare, that she thought the ghost of Adonis had been leaped from Elysium in the shape of a swain.  When she blushed at her own folly to look so long on a stranger, she mildly made answer to Ganymede thus: 

“I cannot deny, sir, but I have heard of Love, though I never felt love; and have read of such a goddess as Venus, though I never saw any but her picture; and, perhaps”—­and with that she waxed red and bashful, and withal silent; which Ganymede perceiving, commended in herself the bashfulness of the maid, and desired her to go forward.

“And perhaps, sir,” quoth she, “mine eye hath been more prodigal to-day than ever before”—­and with that she stayed again, as one greatly passionate and perplexed.

Aliena seeing the hare through the maze, bade her forward with her prattle, but in vain; for at this abrupt period she broke off, and with her eyes full of tears, and her face covered with a vermilion dye, she sate down and sighed.  Whereupon Aliena and Ganymede, seeing the shepherdess in such a strange plight, left Phoebe with her Montanus, wishing her friendly that she would be more pliant to Love, lest in penance Venus joined her to some sharp repentance.  Phoebe made no reply, but fetched such a sigh, that Echo made relation of her plaint, giving Ganymede such an adieu with a piercing glance, that the amorous girl-boy perceived Phoebe was pinched by the heel.