_Ama_. How shall I trust thee when I see thee chuse
Another Bed, and dost my side refuse?
_Per_. 'Twas only that the chast thoughts might be shewn
'Twixt thee and me, although we were alone.
_Ama_. Come, _Perigot_ will shew his power, that he
Can make his _Amoret_, though she weary be,
Rise nimbly from her Couch, and come to his.
Here take thy _Amoret_, embrace and kiss.
_Per_. What means my Love?
_Ama_. To do as lovers shou'd,
That are to be enjoy'd, not to be woo'd.
There's ne'r a Shepherdess in all the plain
Can kiss thee with more Art, there's none can feign
More wanton tricks.
_Per_. Forbear, dear Soul, to trie
Whether my Heart be pure; I'll rather die
Than nourish one thought to dishonour thee.
_Amar_. Still think'st thou such a thing as Chastitie
Is amongst Women? _Perigot_ there's none,
That with her Love is in a Wood alone,
And would come home a maid; be not abus'd
With thy fond first Belief, let time be us'd:
Why dost thou rise?
_Per_. My true heart thou hast slain.
_Ama_. Faith _Perigot_, I'll pluck thee down again.
_Per_. Let go, thou Serpent, that into my brest
Hast with thy cunning div'd; art not in Jest?
_Ama_.
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