¶ A Dialogue Song betweene Syluanus and Arsilius. +
Syl. S Hepheard, why do’st thou holde thy peace? Sing, and thy ioy to vs report:
Arsil. My ioy good Shepheard) should be lesse, If it were tolde in any sort.
Syl. (5) Though such great fauours thou do’st winne, Yet daigne thereof to tell some part:
Arsil. The hardest thing is to begin, In enterprizes of such Art.
Syl. Come make an end, no cause omit, (10) Of all the ioyes that thou art in:
Arsil. How should I make an end of it, That am not able to begin?
Syl. It is not iust, we should consent, That thou should’st not thy ioyes recite:
Arsil. (15) The soule that felt the punishment, Doth onely feele this great delight.
Syl. That ioy is small, and nothing fine, That is not told abroade to many:
Arsil. If it be such a ioy as mine, (20) It neuer can neuer be tolde to any.
Syl. How can this hart of thine containe A ioy, that is of such great force?
Arsil. I haue it, where I did retaine My passions of so great remorce.
Syl. (25) So great and rare a ioy is this, No man is able to with-hold:
Arsil. But greater that a pleasure is, The lesse it may with words be told.