no cause. There is none of Dianaes trayne that any can traine, either out of their waie, or out of their wits.
Cupid. What is that Diana? a goddesse? what her Nimphes? virgins? what her pastimes? hunting?
|Nymph. A goddesse? who knowes it not? Virgins? who thinkes||10|
Cupid. I pray thee sweete wench, amongst all your sweete troope, is there not one that followeth the sweetest thing, sweete loue?
Nymph. Loue good sir, what meane you by it? or what doe you
Cupid. A heate full of coldnesse, a sweet full of bitternesse, a paine ful of pleasantnesse; which maketh thoughts haue eyes, and harts eares; bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by ielousie, kild by dissembling, buried by ingratitude; and this is loue! fayre
|Lady, wil you any?||20|
Nymph. If it be nothing els, it is but a foolish thing.
Cupid. Try, and you shall find it a prettie thing.
Nymph. I haue neither will nor leysure, but I will followe Diana in the Chace, whose virgins are all chast, delighting in the bowe that
|wounds the swift Hart in the Forrest, not fearing the bowe that||25|
|Cupid Diane, and thou, and all thine, shall knowe that Cupid is||30|
〈Enter〉 MELEBEUS, PHILLIDA.
Meleb. Come Phillida, faire Phillida, and I feare me too faire being my Phillida, thou knowest the custome of this Countrey, & I the greatnes of thy beautie, we both the fiercenesse of the monster Agar. Euerie one thinketh his owne childe faire, but
|I know that which I most desire, and would least haue, that thou||5|