_Amo_. I go, I run, Heaven grant me I may win
His soul again. [_Exit_ Amoret.
_Enter_ Sullen.
_Sull_. Stay _Amaryllis_, stay,
Ye are too fleet, 'tis two hours yet to day.
I have perform'd my promise, let us sit
And warm our bloods together till the fit
Come lively on us.
_Amar_. Friend you are too keen,
The morning riseth and we shall be seen,
Forbear a little.
_Sull_. I can stay no longer.
_Amar_. Hold _Shepherd_ hold, learn not to be a wronger
Of your word, was not your promise laid,
To break their loves first?
_Sull_. I have done it Maid.
_Amar_. No, they are yet unbroken, met again,
And are as hard to part yet as the stain
Is from the finest Lawn.
_Sull_. I say they are
Now at this present parted, and so far,
That they shall never meet.
_Amar_. Swain 'tis not so,
For do but to yon hanging Mountain go,
And there believe your eyes.
_Sull_. You do but hold
Off with delayes and trifles; farewell cold
And frozen bashfulness, unfit for men;
Thus I salute thee Virgin.
_Amar_. And thus then,
I bid you follow, catch me if you can.
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