Pebbles she could Diamonds make, Grosse Iron turne to Gold:  60 Such power there with her presence came Sterne Tempests she alayd, The cruell Tiger she could tame, She raging Torrents staid, She chid, she cherisht, she gaue life, Againe she made to dye, She raisd a warre, apeasd a Strife, With turning of her eye.  Some said a God did her beget, But much deceiu’d were they, 70 Her Father was a Riuelet, Her Mother was a Fay.  Her Lineaments so fine that were, She from the Fayrie tooke, Her Beauties and Complection cleere, By nature from the Brooke.  These Ryualls wayting for the houre (The weather calme and faire) When as she vs’d to leaue her Bower To take the pleasant ayre 80 Acosting her; their complement To her their Goddesse done; By gifts they tempt her to consent, When Lalus thus begun.

Lalus. Sweet Lirope I haue a Lambe
Newly wayned from the Damme,
_* Without Of the right kinde, it is notted,
hornes._ Naturally with purple spotted,
Into laughter it will put you,
To see how prettily ’twill But you; 90
When on sporting it is set,
It will beate you a Corvet,
And at euery nimble bound
Turne it selfe aboue the ground;
When tis hungry it will bleate,
From your hand to haue its meate,
And when it hath fully fed,
It will fetch Iumpes aboue your head,
As innocently to expresse
Its silly sheepish thankfullnesse, 100
When you bid it, it will play,
Be it either night or day,
This _Lirope_ I haue for thee,
So thou alone wilt liue with me.

  Cleon. From him O turne thine eare away,

And heare me my lou’d Lirope,
I haue a Kid as white as milke,
His skin as soft as Naples silke,
His hornes in length are wondrous euen,
And curiously by nature writhen; 110
It is of th’ Arcadian kinde,
Ther’s not the like twixt either Inde;
If you walke, ’twill walke you by,
If you sit downe, it downe will lye,
It with gesture will you wooe,
And counterfeit those things you doe;
Ore each Hillock it will vault,
And nimbly doe the Summer-sault,
Upon the hinder Legs ’twill goe,
And follow you a furlong so, 120
And if by chance a Tune you roate,
’Twill foote it finely to your note,
Seeke the worlde and you may misse
To finde out such a thing as this;
This my loue I haue for thee
So thou’lt leaue him and goe with me.

  Lirope. Beleeue me Youths your gifts are rare,

And you offer wondrous faire;
Lalus for Lambe, Cleon for Kyd,
’Tis hard to iudge which most doth bid, 130
And haue you two such things in store,
And I n’er knew of them before?