Criti. MErry Knaues are we three-a.
Molus. When our Songs do agree-a. 100
Caly. O now I well see-a, What anon we shall be-a.
Criti. If we ply thus our singing,
Molus. Pots then must be flinging,
Caly. If the drinke be but stinging. 105
Molus. I shall forget the Rules of Grammer.
Caly. And I the pit-apat of my Hammer,
To th' Tap-house then lets gang, and rore,
Chor.Cal hard, tis rare to vamp a score,
Draw dry the tub, be it old or new, 110
And part not till the ground looke blew.
Phao. What vnacquainted thoughtes are these Phao, farre vnfit for thy thoughtes, vnmeet for thy birth, thy fortune, thy yeares, for Phao! vnhappy, canst thou not be content to beholde the sunne, but thou muste couet to build thy nest in the Sunne? Doth Sapho bewitch thee, whome all the Ladies in Sicily coulde not wooe? Yea, 5 poore Phao, the greatnesse of thy mind is far aboue the bewtie of thy face, and the hardnesse of thy fortune beyonde the bitternesse of thy words. Die Phao, Phao die: for there is no hope if thou bee wise; nor safetie, if thou be fortunate. Ah Phao, the more thou seekest to suppresse those mounting affections, they soare the loftier, 10 & the more thou wrestlest with them, the stronger they waxe, not vnlike vnto a ball, which the harder it is throwne against the earth, the higher it boundeth into the ayre: or our Sycilyan stone, which groweth hardest by hammeringe. O diuine loue! and therefore diuine, because loue, whose deitie no conceite canne compase, and 15 therfore no authoritie canne constraine; as miraculous in working as mightie, & no more to bee suppressed then comprehended. Howe now Phao, whether art thou caried, committing idolatrie with that God, whome thou hast cause to blaspheme? O Sapho! faire____________________