Peace, peace, quoth Madge-Howles then, (50) sitting out of sight: For women are as good as men, and both are good alike. Not so, said the little Wrenne, difference there may be: (55) The Cocke alway commaunds the Henne, then men shall goe for mee. Then Robbin-Redbrest stepping in, Would needs take vp this tedious strife, Protesting, true-louing, (60) In eyther lengthened life. If I loue you, and you loue mee, Can there be better harmonie? Thus ending contending, Loue must the vmpiere be.
(65) Faire Nimphs, Loue must be your guide, chast, vnspotted loue: To such as doe your thralles betyde, resolu’de without remoue. Likewise iolly Sheepheard Swaines (70) if you doe respect, The happy issue of your paines, true loue must you direct. You heare the birds contend for loue, The bubling springs do sing sweet loue, (75) The Mountaines and Fountaines do Eccho nought but loue. Take hands then Nimphes & Sheepheards all, And to this Riuers musiques fall Sing true loue, and chast loue (80) begins our Festiuall.
FINIS. Shep. Tonie.