When to these Maids the Muses
silence cry,
For ’twas the opinion
of the Company,
That were not these two taken
of, that they
Would in their Conflict wholly
spend the day. 220
When as the Turne to Florimel
next came,
A Nimph for Beauty of especiall
name,
Yet was she not so Iolly as
the rest:
And though she were by her
companions prest,
Yet she by no intreaty would
be wrought
To sing, as by th’ Elizian
Lawes she ought:
When two bright Nimphes that
her companions were,
And of all other onely held
her deare,
Mild Claris and Mertilla,
with faire speech
Their most beloued Florimel
beseech, 230
T’obserue the Muses,
and the more to wooe her,
They take their turnes, and
thus they sing vnto her.
Cloris.
Sing, Florimel_, O sing, and wee
Our whole wealth
will giue to thee,
We’ll rob
the brim of euery Fountaine,
Strip the sweets
from euery Mountaine,
We will sweepe
the curled valleys,
Brush the bancks
that mound our allyes,
We will muster
natures dainties
When she wallowes
in her plentyes, 240
The lushyous smell
of euery flower
New washt by an
Aprill shower,
The Mistresse
of her store we’ll make thee
That she for her
selfe shall take thee;
Can there be a
dainty thing,
That’s not
thine if thou wilt sing._
Mertilla.
When the dew in May distilleth,
And the Earths
rich bosome filleth,
And with Pearle
embrouds each Meadow,
We will make them
like a widow, 250
And in all their
Beauties dresse thee,
And of all their
spoiles possesse thee,
With all the bounties
Zephyre brings,
Breathing on the
yearely springs,
The gaudy bloomes
of euery Tree
In their most
beauty when they be,
What is here that
may delight thee,
Or to pleasure
may excite thee,
Can there be a
dainty thing
That’s not
thine if thou wilt sing.
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But Florimel still
sullenly replyes
I will not sing at all, let
that suffice:
When as a Nimph one of the
merry ging
Seeing she no way could be
wonne to sing;
Come, come, quoth she, ye
vtterly vndoe her
With your intreaties, and
your reuerence to her;
For praise nor prayers, she
careth not a pin;
They that our froward Florimel
would winne,
Must worke another way, let
me come to her,
Either Ile make her sing,
or Ile vndoe her. 270