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I an contented. I know Lysander's dead, Than farewell maidenhead; Thou art but one: When I an go: It never shall be said— high ho, ho. O Lysander. Save you fair Maid, I wish you joy, Free from aught that may annoyed Your quiet, or disturb your sense; Sand you health and penitence. Ha', ha', ha', what, are you Lysander? what, with that beard there's a great beard indeed: hark you Friar Tuck, do you see you handsome shepherd Lysander? Why did you say he was dead? You are mistaken, I'm a Hermit that can cure All wounds, but what sin makes impure; And those are cured by one above: I can help those ills that move Man to distraction, jealous fears, In man or woman. I have years Has gained experience to apply For all sorts a safe remedy. Do you see where he doth stand, With a Cross-bow in his hand. I will follow thee my Dear, Though the Goblins keepeth there. Stay pure Maid. Why do you hold me old man? insooth you shall not. f you will be rul'd by mee, You shall your Lysander see. shall I indeed now? Come with me and you shall know Moore, if you will but patiented grow. Good Father, be patiented. not my daughter lost, my only daughter, the only staff whereon my age did rest, And only comfort which I had on earth? Oh! I an miserable. ●here's' hopes yet left to find her. Never. Some rude and savage hand has killed my Girl, having deflowered her of her virgin honour. Talk not of patience, 'tis the only means To cure a bad distemper, to grow worse, And fire it out of him. O my Alexis! I'm lost in losing her. Let us endeavour to find her, I'll take thy counsel, goodness guide me still, Sometimes are Parents cross against their william we're almost at his Cell, where he does waste Himself away with grief, thinking you are A Citizen in Heaven, and that wrong He did you, has so defiled his soul, It cannot be purged of but by such penitence. Y'ave moved my heart that it dissolves to tears, Of blood, and water, for the strictness he Has undergone for me. I'm glad I've found you; do you see we're coupled as Lovers aught to do: but your Gloriana is lost beyond Recovery. How? She hearing of your death fallen frantic, and Since I have not seen her never our Groves. Let us put wings to our pursuit to find her; And first we'll search his Cell. Great Pan sand all things well. O Conscience, how thou dost buzz into my ears; despair The thing attends my guilt, Gloriana lost: For whose sweet sake I heaped new sins upon me? What has my fury purchased nothing? Yes! Hell, and destruction, which only by a hair hangs o'er my head, which blown by the lest wind, falls down and sinks me.
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I am contented. I know Lysander's dead, Then farewell maydenhead; Thou art but one: When I am gone: It never shall be said — hy ho, ho. Oh Lysander. Save you faire Maid, I wish you joy, Free from ought that may annoy Your quiet, or disturb your sence; Send you health and penitence. Ha, ha, ha, what, are you Lysander? what, with that beard there's a great beard indeed: heark you Fryer Tuck, doe you see you handsome shepheard Lysander? Why did you say he was dead? You are mistaken, I'm a Hermit that can cure All wounds, but what sinne makes impure; And those are cur'd by one above: I can help those ills that move Man to distraction, jealous feares, In man or woman. I have yeares Has gain'd experience to apply For all sorts a safe remedy. Doe you see where he doth stand, With a Crosse-Bow in his hand. I will follow thee my Deare, Though the Goblins keepeth there. Stay pure Mayd. Why doe you hold me old man? insooth you shall not. f you will be rul'd by mee, You shall your Lysander see. hall I indeed now? ome with me and you shall know More, if you will but patient grow. Good Father, be patient. not my daughter lost, my onely daughter, he onely staffe whereon my age did rest, And onely comfort which I had on earth? Oh! I am miserable. here's hopes yet left to finde her. ever. Some rude and savage hand has kill'd my Girle, aving deflowr'd her of her virgin honour. Talk not of patience, 'tis the onely meanes To cure a bad distemper, to grow worse, And fire it out of him. Oh my Alexis! I'm lost in loosing her. Let us endeavour to finde her, I'le take thy counsell, goodnesse guide me still, Sometimes are Parents crosse against their will. W'are almost at his Cell, where hee do's waste Himselfe away with griefe, thinking you are A Citizen in Heaven, and that wrong He did you, has so defil'd his soule, It cannot be purg'd off but by such penitence. Y'ave mov'd my heart that it dissolves to teares, Of blood, and water, for the strictnesse hee Has undergone for mee. I'm glad I've found you; doe you see w'are coupl'd as Lovers ought to doe: but your Gloriana is lost beyond Recovery. How? Shee hearing of your death fell frantick, and Since I have not seene her ne're our Groves. Let us put wings to our pursuit to finde her; And first wee'l search his Cell. Great Pan send all things well. Oh Conscience, how thou do'st buz into my eares; despaire The thing attends my guilt, Gloriana lost: For whose sweet sake I heap't new sinnes upon me? What has my fury purchas'd nothing? Yes! Hell, and destruction, which onely by a haire hangs o're my head, which blowne by the least winde, falls downe and sinks me.