Of sailing Pines that edge yon Mountain in.

_Amo_. I go, I run, Heaven grant me I may win
His soul again. [_Exit_ Amoret.

_Enter_ Sullen.

_Sull_. Stay _Amaryllis_, stay,
Ye are too fleet, 'tis two hours yet to day.
I have perform'd my promise, let us sit
And warm our bloods together till the fit
Come lively on us.

_Amar_. Friend you are too keen,
The morning riseth and we shall be seen,
Forbear a little.

_Sull_. I can stay no longer.

_Amar_. Hold _Shepherd_ hold, learn not to be a wronger
Of your word, was not your promise laid,
To break their loves first?

_Sull_. I have done it Maid.

_Amar_. No, they are yet unbroken, met again,
And are as hard to part yet as the stain
Is from the finest Lawn.

_Sull_. I say they are