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very sadde, and leaning against a great Oke with her elbow vpon her sheepehooke, and her cheeke vpon the palme of her hande, whereby one might haue iudged the care and sorrow that so much troubled her pensiue minde. After a little while (as though she was angrie with herselfe for casting her-selfe into so great a greefe) she put her hand into her bosome, and tooke out a fine little Baggepipe, the which put∣ting to her mouth to play on it, in that very instant, she threwe it to the ground, and without more adoe, sliding downe along the bodie of the tree, sat her downe, as if for great feeblenes she had not beene able to staie herselfe on her feete, and casting out a sorrowfull sigh, and looking vpon her harmlesse Baggepipe, she spake these words. Accursed Baggepipe, consuming fire burne thee, for the greefe and anguish that thou hast giuen me. I brought thee with me to lighten and asswage my cruell sorrow, in which dutie thou hast not onely failed, but redoubled it the more. Thou shalt not then accompanie me any more, for the ill requitall of that loue, where∣with I did euer cherish thee. Now I am not any more for thee, nor thou to serue my turne: There shalt thou lie for the parching sunne to open thee, making thee as drie as I am comfortlesse; and for the raine to rotte thee, making thee as moist as my cheekes, spunged with continuall teares. Ah woe is me, how am I deceiued, in thinking that the silly and sencelesse Baggepipe is in fault of that, which enuious Fortune hath made me feele, and in forgetting (being so skilfull in other things) how more abundantly my fortune surchargeth my soule with paine and troubles, then this poore Baggepipe with any fault or iniurie? How do I afflict and molest my selfe for a smal cause, hauing so many to wearie me withall? O God, how comes it to passe, that the cause of my passed ioy and gladnes is now the occasion of my present sorrow, and that those things, which before were light and easie, are now most greeuous torments and burdens to me? Howe soone is pleasure exiled from my poore soule, wherein it was woont to make so sweete a soiourne? In how short a time haue I lost my deere content, whylom my only & trustie companion? And how easily am I depriued of all ioy and happines, which I once so much at will possessed? To what end doth it auaile me to be endowed with beauty and wit (which with mo∣destie I may chalenge, since all do affirme the same in me) vnlesse they were suffici∣ent to remooue some part of my greefe? But I beseech the soueraigne Gods, that I were so farre from beautie and wit, as I am at this present from ioy and comfort, so that either the first had not brought me to this painfull condition of life, or want of the second passed it away without feeling it so sensiblie. O Syrenus and Syluanus, how are yee now reuenged of me, although it be vnknowne to you, thou Syluanus of the contempt I did vniustly beare thee, & thou Syrenus of the ill requitall I gaue thee for thy sincere and earnest loue. How neere (alas) doth the sorrowfull memo∣rie of that ioyfull time come to my minde, that did so soone slide out of my hands? I would the Gods had beene so pitifull to me, at one and selfe-same time to haue ended my daies, and those delightfull howers. When she had spoken these words, she gaue so great a sobbe, and such vehement sighes, that it seemed she had no more life left to animate her afflicted and feeble body. Syrenus his libertie and ob∣liuion, and Syluanus his new content were not so great, but that their harts did melt with pitie at Dianas sorrowfull words and afflictions: for the passions and effects, which with her dolefull speeches so liuely she represented, were so manie, that might haue mooued the cruell Tygres to tendernes and compassion. In all this complaint she spake not a worde almost, that was not accompanied with a gree∣uous sigh. Seluagia therefore (who by experience knew well, how much a great