Of _Amoret_. Pray Love he may not 'scape.

_Amar_. Beloved _Perigot_, shew me some place,
Where I may rest my limbs, weak with the Chace
Of thee, an hour before thou cam'st at least.

_Per_. Beshrew my tardy steps: here shalt thou rest
Upon this holy bank, no deadly Snake
Upon this turf her self in folds doth make.
Here is no poyson for the Toad to feed;
Here boldly spread thy hands, no venom'd Weed
Dares blister them, no slimy Snail dare creep
Over thy face when thou art fast asleep;
Here never durst the babling Cuckow spit,
No slough of falling Star did ever hit
Upon this bank: let this thy Cabin be,
This other set with Violets for me.

_Ama_. Thou dost not love me _Perigot_.

_Per_. Fair maid,
You only love to hear it often said;
You do not doubt.

_Amar_. Believe me but I do.

_Per_. What shall we now begin again to woo?
'Tis the best way to make your Lover last,
To play with him, when you have caught him fast.