Page [unnumbered]
¶A Song betweene Taurisius and Diana, answering verse for verse.
Taurisius.
THe cause why that thou do'st denie
To looke on me, sweet foe impart?
Diana.
Because that doth not please the eye.
Which doth offend and grieue the hart.
Taurisius.
What woman is, or euer was,
That when she looketh, could be mou'd?
Diana.
She that resolues her life to passe,
Neither to loue, nor to be lou'd.
Taurisius.
There is no heart so fierce and hard
That can so much torment a soule:
Diana.
Nor Shepheard of so small regard,
That reason will so much controule.
Taurisius.
How falls it out Loue doth not kill
Thy crueltie with some remorce?
Diana.
Because that Loue is but a will,
And free-will doth admit no force.
Taurisius.
Behold what reason now thou hast,
To remedie my louing smart:
Diana.
The very same bindes me as fast,
To keepe such danger from my hart.
Taurisius.
Why do'st thou thus torment my minde,
And to what end thy beautie keepe?
Diana.
Because thou call'st me still vnkinde,
And pittilesse when thou do'st weepe.
Taurisius.
Is it because thy crueltie
In killing me doth neuer end?
Diana.
Nay, for because I meane thereby,
My heart from sorrow to defend.