these forsaken and untrodden places.
Give not yourself to loneness, and those graces
Hide from the eyes
of men, that were intended
To live amongst us swains.
Cloe. Thou art befriended,
Shepherd: in all my life I have not seen
A man, in whom greater contents have
been,
Than thou thyself art. I could tell thee more,
Were there but any hope left to restore
My freedom
lost. Oh, lend me all thy red,
Thou shame-faced Morning, when from Tithons bed
Thou risest ever-maiden!
Alex. If for me,
Thou sweetest of all sweets, these flashes be,
Speak, and be satisfied. Oh, guide her
tongue,
My better angel; force my name among
Her modest thoughts, that the first word may be
Cloe. Alexis, when the sun shall kiss the sea,
Taking his rest by the white Thetis side,
Meet me in the
holy wood, where Ill abide
Thy coming, shepherd.
Alex. If I stay behind,
An everlasting dulness, and the wind,
That as he passeth by shuts up the stream
Of
Rhine or Volga, whilst the suns hot beam
Beats back again, seize me, and let me turn
To coldness more
than ice! Oh, how I burn
And rise in youth and fire! I dare not stay.
Cloe. My name shall be your word.
Alex. Fly, fly, thou day!
[Exit.
Cloe. My grief is great, if both these boys should fail: He that will use all winds must shift his sail.
[Exit.