Doron. Come Dorilus_, let vs be brave,
      In lofty numbers let vs raue,
      With Rymes I will inrich thee._

        Dorilus. Content say I, then bid the base,
      Our wits shall runne the Wildgoosechase,
      Spurre vp, or I will swich thee.

        Doron. The Sunne out of the East doth peepe,
      And now the day begins to creepe, 40
      Vpon the world at leasure.

        Dorilus. The Ayre enamor’d of the Greaues,
      The West winde stroaks the velvit leaues
      And kisses them at pleasure.

        Doron. The spinners webs twixt spray and spray,
      The top of euery bush make gay,
      By filmy coards there dangling.

        Dorilus. For now the last dayes euening dew
      Euen to the full it selfe doth shew,
      Each bough with Pearle bespangling. 50

        Doron. O Boy how thy abundant vaine
      Euen like a Flood breaks from thy braine,
      Nor can thy Muse be gaged.

        Dorilus. Why nature forth did neuer bring
      A man that like to me can sing,
      If once I be enraged.

        Doron. Why Dorilus_ I in my skill
      Can make the swiftest Streame stand still,
      Nay beare back to his springing._

        Dorilus. And I into a Trance most deepe 60
      Can cast the Birds that they shall sleepe
      When fain’st they would be singing.

        Doron. Why Dorilus_ thou mak’st me mad,
      And now my wits begin to gad,
      But sure I know not whither._

        Dorilus. O Doron_ let me hug thee then,
      There neuer was two madder men,
      Then let vs on together._

        Doron.  Hermes the winged Horse bestrid,
      And thorow thick and thin he rid, 70
      And floundred throw the Fountaine.

        Dorilus. He spurd the Tit vntill he bled,
      So that at last he ran his head
      Against the forked Mountaine,

        Doron. How sayst thou, but pyde Iris_ got
      Into great Iunos Chariot,
      I spake with one that saw her._

        Dorilus. And there the pert and sawcy Elfe,
      Behau’d her as twere Iuno’s_ selfe,
      And made the Peacocks draw her._ 80

        Doron. Ile borrow Phoebus_ fiery Iades,
      With which about the world he trades,
      And put them in my Plow._

        Dorilus. O thou most perfect frantique man,
      Yet let thy rage be what it can,
      Ile be as mad as thou.

        Doron. Ile to great Iove_, hap good, hap ill,
      Though he with Thunder threat to kill,
      And beg of him a boone._