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IVNE 441
Iune.
AEgloga sexta.
ARGVMENT
Thy louely layes here mayst thou freely boste
But I vnhappy man, whom cruell fate,
His Algbgue is wholly vowed to the com* And angry Gods pursue from coste to coste,
T playning of Colitis ill successe in his Can nowhere fynd, toshroudemy lucklesse pate
loue bor being (as is aforesaid) enamoured of
a Country lasse Rosalind, and hautng (as seemeth)
HOBBINOLL
founds place in her heart, he lamenteth to his Then if by me thou list aduised be,
deare frend Hobbinoll, that he is nowe forsaken Forsake the soyle, that so doth the bewitch
vnfaithfully, and in his steede Menalcas, another Leaue me those hilles, where harbrough ms to
shepheard receiued disloyally And this is the see, 19
whole Argument of this AEglogue
Nor holybush, nor brere, nor winding witche
And to the dales resort, where shepheards
L
HOBBINOL COLIN CLOVTE
ritch,
O Colin,here the place, whose pleasaunt syte And fruictfull flocks bene euery where to see
From other shades hath weand my wan- Here no night Rauens lodge more black then
dnng mynde
pitche,
Tell me, what wants me here, to worke delyte ? Nor eluisn ghosts, nor gastly owles doe flee
The simple ayri, the gentle warbling wynde,
So calme, so coole, as no where else I fynde But frendly Faeries, met with many Graces,
The grassye ground with damtye Daysies dight, And bghtfote Nymphes can chace the lingring
The Bramble bush, where Byrds of euery night,
kynde
With Heydeguyes, and trimly trodden traces,
To the waters fall their tunes attemper right Whilst systers nyne, which dwell on Parnasse
hight,
COLLIN
Doe make them musick, for their more delight
0 happy Hobbinoll, I blesse thy state, And Pan himselfe to kisse their christall faces,
That Paradise hast found, whych Adam lost 10 Will pype and daunce, when Phoebe shineth
Here wander may thy flock early or late, bright 31
Withouten dreade of Wolues to bene ytost, Such pierlesse pleasures haue we in these places