_Clo_. And I will meet there never more with thee,
Thou idle shamefastness.
_Alex. [within] Chloe!_
_Clo_. 'Tis he
That dare I hope be bolder.
_Alex. Cloe!_
_Clo_. Now
Great _Pan_ for _Syrinx_ sake bid speed our Plow. [_Exit_ Cloe.
_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
_Enter_ Sullen Shepherd _with_ Amaryllis _in a sleep._
_Sull_. From thy forehead thus I take
These herbs, and charge thee not awake
Till in yonder holy Well,
Thrice with powerful Magick spell,
Fill'd with many a baleful word,
Thou hast been dipt; thus with my cord
Of blasted Hemp, by Moon-light twin'd,
I do thy sleepy body bind;
I turn thy head into the East,
And thy feet into the West,
Thy left arm to the South put forth,
And thy right unto the North:
I take thy body from the ground,
In this deep and deadly swound,
And into this holy spring
I let thee slide down by my string.
Take this Maid thou holy pit,
To thy bottom, nearer yet,
In thy water pure and sweet,
By thy leave I dip her feet;
Thus I let her lower yet,
That her ankles may be wet;
Yet down lower, let her knee
In thy waters washed be;
There stop: Fly away
Every thing that loves the day.
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