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Coridons supplication to Phillis.

SWeet Phillis if a sillie Swaine, may sue to thee for grace: See not thy louing shepheard slaine, With looking on thy face. But thinke what power thou hast got, Upon my flocke and mee: Thou feest they now regard me not, but all doe follow thee.

And if I haue so farre presumed, With prying in thine eyes: Yet let not comfort be consumed, That in thy pitie lyes. But as thou art that Phillis faire, That fortune fauour giues, So let not loue die in dispaire, That in thy fauour liues.

The Deere do bruise vpon the brier, The birds do pricke the cheries, And will not Bewtie grunnt Desire, One handfull of her berries. If so it be that thou hast sworne, That none shall looke on thee: Yet let me know thou dost not scorns, To cast a looke on mee.

But if thy Brwtie make thee prowde, Thinke then what is ordained:

The heauens haue neuer yet allowed, That Loue should be disdained. Then least the Fates that fauour Loue, Should curse thee for vnkinde. Let m•…•… report for thy behoue, The honour of thy minde.

Let Coridon with full consent, Set downe what he hath seene: That Phillida with Loues content, Is sworne the Shepheards Queene.