Il pastor fido The faithfull shepherd : a pastorall / written in Italian by Baptista Guarini, a Knight of Italie ; and now newly translated out of the originall.

Scena quarta.

CORISCA.

FOrtune beyond my wish hath favoured me: "And fit it is that they should favour'd be " Who not with wishings onely seek her favour. " Pow'rfull she is; and men with reason have her " In reputation of a Goddesse. But " We must go meet her then, wait a foot " To finde her humours; and must use our own " Judgement in playing of our game; a drone " Seldome or never doth prove fortunate. Had not my industry made me the Mate Of her by whom under the name of friend I have fit means and safe to work my end, Where had I been? Some fool would now be shie, And view her Rivall with a jealous eye, Bearing the open tokens of ill will Writ in her forehead; and she would do ill: " For open foes are easier to evade " Then ambushes that are in friendship laid. " Wise Mariners by rocks hid in the sea " Are oft deceiv'd: She knowes not how to be " An enemy, that knows not how to seem " A friend. Corisca's skill shall now be seen

In both: Nor am I yet so simply dull To think she doth not love. Well may she gull Others with this, not me; who am gone out A Mistresse in the Art. A tender sprout New peept out of the bark, within whose brest There's built for Love already a soft nest, Long woo'd, and woo'd by so compleat a Lover, And (which is worst) kist too over and over, And yet hold tyte? Believe't (for me) that list. But my good Genius doth me assist; For look if Amarillis come not here As sent? I'le walk as if I did not see her.