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The Shepherds wished in their mindes, that he had not made an ende so soone of his sweete song; but when (staying themselues a little) they perceiued, that hee was in contemplation of some thought, they went to him, and saluting, saide. Thy sweete song and merry Bagpipe (Shepherd) haue both inuited and forced vs (by leauing our high way before due time) to giue some rest to our wearied bodies, and in this place (if our company may not be troublesom to thee) with thine to passe away the burning heate of the day. Faustus (for so was he called) answered. Thinke not (Shepherds) that I am at any time alone, who indeed knowes not whether it be better for me, to be so, or no? Although your companie (by that which I may con∣iecture of you) shall be as acceptable, as your selues welcome to me. They thanked him, and sat downe, when after a fewe sweete speeches that passed togither between them, Syluanus saide vnto him. So may our God Pan fauour thy resounding Bag∣pipe, and put thee in that estate thou desirest, as thou wouldest sing that once againe (so that it be no paine to thee) which at our first comming to thee thou wert a singing. Paine to me (said Faustus) nay rather Shepherd, it is the greatest pleasure that may be, to sing of my passions, and of my pride and scorne, wherewith vnwor∣thily I haue repugned great Cupids lawes. For let not any from hence foorth (be he neuer so stout and hardie) presume to mocke and contemne him, whose force con∣troules all: And bicause it may not be displeasant to your eares, I will change the maner of my song, obseruing neuerthelesse the same intent. Then taking a Rebecke out of his scrip, he thus began to sing.

CVpid was angrie with my merry face,
Bicause I euer laughed him to scorne,
And all his followers (haplesse and forlorne)
I mock’t in publike and in priuate place:
Wherefore he arm’d himselfe (to my disgrace)
When time a fit occasion did suborne,
But naught I wreckt his flames, in vaine out worne.
For Satyrlike I did not thee imbrace:
Who seeing, that he built vpon the sand,
If by a face my life he would deuoure,
He shewed me then a fine and daintie hand,
Which once beheld, it lay not in my power
To be vnconquered Tyrantlike; nor would
Deliuer me from him although I could.

Syluanus immediately after the Shepherd had made an end of singing, saide. For all that this God Cupid is able to do, I care not greatly that he can do this or more. No (saide Faustus) do you thinke it so small a matter to conquer Cupid with a disar∣med hand, when as the same lies not in fierce Mars his power: Why harken a little to this Sonnet.

IT is a signe of valour and of might,
A power, that in wonder doth increase,
For any king to win (and neuer fight)
A kingdome, and to enter it with peace.


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