bed
Thou risest ever maiden.

_Alex. _If for me,
Thou sweetest of all sweets, these flashes be,
Speak and be satisfied. O guide her tongue,
My better angel; force my name among
Her modest thoughts, that the first word may be--

_Cloe._ _Alexis_, when the sun shall kiss the Sea,
Taking his rest by the white _Thetis_ side,
Meet in the holy wood, where I'le abide
Thy coming, Shepherd.

_Alex._ If I stay behind,
An everlasting dulness, and the wind,
That as he passeth by shuts up the stream
Of _Rhine_ or _Volga_, whilst the suns hot beam
Beats back again, seise me, and let me turn
To coldness more than ice: oh how I burn
And rise in youth and fire! I dare not stay.

_Cloe._ My name shall be your word.

_Alex._ Fly, fly thou day. [_Exit._

_Cloe._ My grief is great if both these boyes should fail:
He that will use all winds must shift his sail. [_Exit._

_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima._

_Enter an old_ Shepherd, _with a bell ringing, and the Priest of Pan
following._

_Priest._ O Shepherds all, and maidens fair,
Fold your flocks up, for the Air
'Gins to thicken, and the sun
Already his great course hath run.
See the dew-drops how they kiss
Every little flower that is:
Hanging on their velvet heads,
Like a rope of crystal beads.
See the heavy clouds low falling,
And bright _Hesperus_ down calling
The dead night from under ground,
At whose rising mists unsound,
Damps, and vapours fly apace,
Hovering o're the wanton face
Of these pastures, where they come,
Striking dead both bud and bloom;
Therefore from such danger lock
Every one his loved flock,
And let your Dogs lye loose without,
Lest the Wolf come as a scout
From the mountain, and e're day
Bear a Lamb or kid away,
Or the crafty theevish Fox,
Break upon your simple flocks:
To secure your selves from these,
Be not too secure in ease;
Let one eye his watches keep,
Whilst the t'other eye doth sleep;
So you shall good Shepherds prove,
And for ever hold the love
Of our great god. Sweetest slumbers
And soft silence fall in numbers
On your eye-lids: so farewel,
Thus I end my evenings knel. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Clorin, _the_ Shepherdess, _sorting of herbs, and telling the
natures of them._

_Clor._ Now let me know what my best Art hath done,
Helpt by the great power of the vertuous moon
In her full light; O you sons of Earth,
You only brood, unto whose happy birth
Vertue was given, holding