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Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better,

And be not proud; though all the world could see,

None could be so abus’d in sight as he.

Come, to our flock.

Exit [with Celia and Corin].

Phe.

Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,

“Who ever lov’d that lov’d not at first sight?”

Sil.

Sweet Phebe—

Phe.

Hah! what say’st thou, Silvius?

Sil.

Sweet Phebe, pity me.

Phe.

Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.

Sil.

Where ever sorrow is, relief would be.

If you do sorrow at my grief in love,

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief

Were both extermin’d.

Phe.

Thou hast my love; is not that neighborly?

Sil.

I would have you.

Phe.

Why, that were covetousness.

Silvius, the time was that I hated thee;

And yet it is not that I bear thee love,

But since that thou canst talk of love so well,

Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,

I will endure; and I’ll employ thee too.

But do not look for further recompense

Than thine own gladness that thou art employ’d.

Sil.

So holy and so perfect is my love,