Sweet love, lye down.
_Per_. Since this I live to see,
Some bitter North-wind blast my flocks and me.
_Ama_. You swore you lov'd, yet will not do my will.
_Per_. O be as thou wert once, I'll love thee still.
_Ama_. I am, as still I was, and all my kind,
Though other shows we have poor men to blind.
_Per_. Then here I end all Love, and lest my vain
Belief should ever draw me in again,
Before thy face that hast my Youth misled,
I end my life, my blood be on thy head.
_Ama._ O hold thy hands, thy _Amoret_ doth cry.
_Per._ Thou counsel'st well, first _Amoret_ shall dye,
That is the cause of my eternal smart. [_He runs after her._
_Ama._ O hold.
_Per._ This steel shall pierce thy lustful heart.
[_The Sullen Shepherd steps out and uncharms her._
_Sull._ Up and down every where,
I strew the herbs to purge the air:
Let your Odour drive hence
All mists that dazel sence.
Herbs and Springs whose hidden might
Alters Shapes, and mocks the sight,
Thus I charge you to undo
All before I brought ye to:
Let her flye, let her 'scape,
Give again her own shape.
_Enter_ Amaryllis _in her own shape.
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