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As her wits were in a maze, (105) poore despised Mayd. And reuiued at the last, After streames of teares were past, Leaning on her Shepheards hooke, With a sad and heauie looke, (110) thus poore soule she sayd. Harpalus, I thanke not thee, For this sorry tale to mee. Meete me heere againe to morrow, Then I will conclude my sorrow (115) mildly, if may be: With their flocks they home doe fare, Eithers heart too full of care, If they doe meete againe, Then what they furder sayne, (120) you shall heare from me.

FINIS. Shep. Tonie.

¶ The Nimphes meeting their May Queene, entertaine
her with this Dittie,

W Ith fragrant flowers we strew the way, And make this our chiefe holy-day. For though this clime were blest of yore: Yet was it neuer proud before.

(5) O beauteous Queene of second Troy: +Accept of our vnfained ioy.