_Enter_ Amaryllis _running from her_ Sullen Shepherd.

_Amar_. If there be
Ever a Neighbour Brook, or hollow tree,
Receive my Body, close me up from lust
That follows at my heels; be ever just,
Thou god of Shepherds, _Pan_, for her dear sake
That loves the Rivers brinks, and still doth shake
In cold remembrance of thy quick pursuit:
Let me be made a reed, and ever mute,
Nod to the waters fall, whilst every blast
Sings through my slender leaves that I was chast.

_Pri_. This is a night of wonder, _Amaryll_
Be comforted, the holy gods are still
Revengers of these wrongs.

_Amar_. Thou blessed man,
Honour'd upon these plains, and lov'd of _Pan_,
Hear me, and save from endless infamie
My yet unblasted Flower, _Virginitie_:
By all the Garlands that have crown'd that head,
By the chaste office, and the Marriage bed
That still is blest by thee, by all the rights
Due to our gods; and by those Virgin lights
That burn before his Altar, let me not
Fall from my former state to gain the blot
That never shall be purg'd: I am not now
That wanton _Amaryllis_: here I vow