The araygnement of Paris a pastorall. Presented before the Queenes Maiestie, by the Children of her chappell.

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The araygnement of Paris a pastorall. Presented before the Queenes Maiestie, by the Children of her chappell.
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Peele, George, 1556-1596.
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Imprinted at London :: By Henrie Marsh,
Anno. 1584.
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SCENA. I.

Pan, Faunus, and Siluanus with their attendants enter to giue welcome to the goddesses: Pans sheepeherd hath a lambe, Faunus hunter hath a faune, Siluanus woodman with an oken bowe laden with acornes.
Pan incipit.
Pan.
SILVANUS, either Flora doth s ••••••ng Or Faunus made vs tarrie all to longe, For by this morning mirth it shoulde appea The Muss or the goddesses be near
Faun.
My faune was nimble, Pan, and whipt apace Twashappie that we caught him vp at last. The fattest fairest faune 〈…〉〈…〉 the chace I wonder how the knaue could skip so fast.
Pan.
And I haue brought a twagger for the nonce A bunting lambe: nay, pray you feele no bones. Beleeue me now, my cunning much I misse, If euer Pan felt fattr lambe then this.
Sil.
Sirs, you may boast your flockes & herdes that bin both fresh & faire, Yet hath Siluanus walks ywis that stand in holsome ayre. And loe the honor of the woodes, the gallant Oken-bowe, Do I bestowe laden with Acornes & with mast enough.
Pan.
Peace man for shame, shalt haue both lambes & dames & flockes and herdes & al, And all my pipes to make the glee, we meete not now to brawle.
Faun.
Theres no such matter, Pan▪ we are all friendes assembled hether▪ To bid Queene Iuno and her pheeres most humblie welcome hether. Diana mistresse of our woodes, her presence will not want, Her curtesie to all her friendes we wot is nothing skant.
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