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for sweetnesse, for sweetnesse, our Pan that old Arcadian Knight:

Cor. And me thinks my true-Loue beares the bell for clearenesse, for clearenesse, (40) beyond the Nimphs that be so bright.

Phil. Had my Coridon, my Coridon, beene (alackused here as an expression of regret ) my Swaine:

Cor. Had my louely one, my louely one, beene in Ida plaine. +Mount Ida, see glossary

Phil. (45) Cinthia Endimion had refus’d, preferring, preferring my Coridon to play with-all:

Cor. The Queene of Loue had beene excus’d, bequeathing, bequeathing, (50) my Phillida the golden ball.

Phil. Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon, whether shall I flie?

Cor. Vnder yonder Beech my louely one, while she passeth by. (55) Say to her thy true-Loue was not here, remember, remember, to morrow is another day: +Proverbial, ‘Tomorrow is a new day’, Tilley, Proverbs , T380. Lines 55-7. ‘Say to her … another day’: these lines should be spoken by Phillida.

Phil. Doubt me not, my true-Loue, doe not feare, farewell then, farewell then, (60) heauen keepe our loues alway. +Lines 58-60: ‘Doubt me … alway’: these lines should be spoken by Coridon.

FINIS. Ignoto.

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