Scena secunda.
AMARILLIS, MIRTILLO, Chorus of Nymphs, CORISCA.
Am.
BEhold the Buff!
Mirt.
O sight!
Am.
Come on▪
Mirt.
O voice!
That makes my heart both tremble and rejoyce.
Am.
What do you do? Lisetta, where art thou
That wert so eager of this sport but now?
And thou Corisca, whither gone?
Mir.
I finde
Now it is true indeed, that Love is blinde.
Am.
You there that are appointed for my guides
To hand and to support mee on both sides,
Before the rest of our Companions come,
Out of these trees conduct me to field-room:
Then leaving me alone amidst the plain,
Amongst our other fellows herd again:
So joyning all together, make a ring
About me round, and let the sport begin.
Mir.
But what shall I do? Yet I cannot see
Of what advantage this should be to me
In my desires; nor see I my north-starre
Corisca: Succour me blest Heav'n!
Am.
O are