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_Amar._ Forbear thou gentle Swain, thou dost mistake,
She whom thou follow'dst fled into the brake,
And as I crost thy way, I met thy wrath,
The only fear of which near slain me hath.
_Per._ Pardon fair Shepherdess, my rage and night
Were both upon me, and beguil'd my sight;
But far be it from me to spill the blood
Of harmless Maids that wander in the Wood. [_Ex._ Ama.
_Enter_ Amoret.
_Amor._ Many a weary step in yonder path
Poor hopeless _Amoret_ twice trodden hath
To seek her _Perigot_, yet cannot hear
His Voice; my _Perigot_, she loves thee dear
That calls.
_Per._ See yonder where she is, how fair
She shows, and yet her breath infefts the air.
_Amo._ My Perigot.
_Per._ Here.
_Amo._ Happy.
_Per._ Hapless first:
It lights on thee, the next blow is the worst.
_Amo._ Stay _Perigot_, my love, thou art unjust.
_Peri._ Death is the best reward that's due to lust. [_Exit_ Perigot.
_Sul._ Now shall their love be crost, for being struck,
I'le throw her in the Fount, lest being took
By some night-travaller, whose honest care
May help to cure her. Shepherdess prepare
Your self to die.
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