Part 5 (1/2)

THE SPEAKERS: MIRTILLO, AMINTAS, AND AMARILLIS

AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less; And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.

AMAR. With all white luck to you. MIRT. But say, What news Stirs in our sheep-walk? AMIN. None, save that my ewes, My wethers, lambs, and wanton kids are well, Smooth, fair, and fat; none better I can tell: Or that this day Menalchas keeps a feast For his sheep-shearers. MIRT. True, these are the least.

But dear Amintas, and sweet Amarillis, Rest but a while here by this bank of lilies; And lend a gentle ear to one report The country has. AMIN. From whence? AMAR. From whence? MIRT. The Court.

Three days before the shutting-in of May, (With whitest wool be ever crown'd that day!) To all our joy, a sweet-faced child was born, More tender than the childhood of the morn.

CHORUS:--Pan pipe to him, and bleats of lambs and sheep Let lullaby the pretty prince asleep!

MIRT. And that his birth should be more singular, At noon of day was seen a silver star, Bright as the wise men's torch, which guided them To G.o.d's sweet babe, when born at Bethlehem; While golden angels, some have told to me, Sung out his birth with heav'nly minstrelsy.

AMIN. O rare! But is't a trespa.s.s, if we three Should wend along his baby-s.h.i.+p to see?

MIRT. Not so, not so. CHOR. But if it chance to prove At most a fault, 'tis but a fault of love.

AMAR. But, dear Mirtillo, I have heard it told, Those learned men brought incense, myrrh, and gold, From countries far, with store of spices sweet, And laid them down for offerings at his feet.

MIRT. 'Tis true, indeed; and each of us will bring Unto our smiling and our blooming King, A neat, though not so great an offering.

AMAR. A garland for my gift shall be, Of flowers ne'er suck'd by th' thieving bee; And all most sweet, yet all less sweet than he.

AMIN. And I will bear along with you Leaves dropping down the honied dew, With oaten pipes, as sweet, as new.

MIRT. And I a sheep-hook will bestow To have his little King-s.h.i.+p know, As he is Prince, he's Shepherd too.

CHOR. Come, let's away, and quickly let's be drest, And quickly give:--the swiftest grace is best.

And when before him we have laid our treasures, We'll bless the babe:--then back to country pleasures.

35. A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZA WHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS

My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pity, let me know The place where I may find thee.

AMARIL. In country meadows, pearl'd with dew, And set about with lilies; There, filling maunds with cowslips, you May find your Amarillis.

HER. What have the meads to do with thee, Or with thy youthful hours?

Live thou at court, where thou mayst be The queen of men, not flowers.

Let country wenches make 'em fine With posies, since 'tis fitter For thee with richest gems to s.h.i.+ne, And like the stars to glitter.

AMARIL. You set too-high a rate upon A shepherdess so homely.

HER. Believe it, dearest, there's not one I' th' court that's half so comely.

I prithee stay. AMARIL. I must away; Let's kiss first, then we'll sever; AMBO And though we bid adieu to day, We shall not part for ever.

36. A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO; LACON AND THYRSIS

LACON. For a kiss or two, confess, What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess?

Why so lonely on the hill?

Why thy pipe by thee so still, That erewhile was heard so shrill?

Tell me, do thy kine now fail To fulfil the milking-pail?

Say, what is't that thou dost ail?

THYR. None of these; but out, alas!

A mischance is come to pa.s.s, And I'll tell thee what it was: See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.

LACON. Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.