_Amar_. By _Pan_ I swear, I loved _Perigot_,
And by yon Moon, I think thou lov'st me not.

_Per_. By _Pan_ I swear, and if I falsely swear,
Let him not guard my flocks, let Foxes tear
My earliest Lambs, and Wolves whilst I do sleep
Fall on the rest, a Rot among my Sheep.
I love thee better than the careful Ewe
The new-yean'd Lamb that is of her own hew;
I dote upon thee more than the young Lamb
Doth on the bag that feeds him from his Dam.
Were there a sort of Wolves got in my Fold,
And one ran after thee, both young and old
Should be devour'd, and it should be my strife
To save thee, whom I love above my life.

_Ama_. How shall I trust thee when I see thee chuse
Another Bed, and dost my side refuse?

_Per_. 'Twas only that the chast thoughts might be shewn
'Twixt thee and me, although we were alone.

_Ama_. Come, _Perigot_ will shew his power, that he
Can make his _Amoret_, though she weary be,
Rise nimbly from her Couch, and come to his.
Here take thy _Amoret_, embrace and kiss.

_Per_. What means my Love?

_Ama_. To do as lovers shou'd,