pon the stones Curling,
And oft about wherling,
Dance tow'ard their springing._

Naijs. _The Wood-Nimphes sit singing,
Each Groue with notes ringing
Whilst fresh Ver is flinging
Her Bounties abroad._ 180

Cloe. _So much as the Turtle,
Upon the low Mertle,
To the meads fertle,
Her cares doth unload._

Naijs. _Nay 'tis a world to see,
In euery bush and Tree,
The Birds with mirth and glee,
Woo'd as they woe._

Cloe. _The Robin and the Wren,
Every Cocke with his Hen, 190
Why should not we and men,
Doe as they doe._

Naijs. _The Faires are hopping,
The small Flowers cropping,
And with dew dropping,
Skip thorow the Greaues._

Cloe. _At Barly-breake they play
Merrily all the day,
At night themselues they lay
Vpon the soft leaues._ 200

Naijs. _The gentle winds sally,
Vpon every Valley,
And many times dally
And wantonly sport._

Cloe. _About the fields tracing,
Each other in chasing,
And often imbracing,
In amorous sort._

Naijs. _And Eccho oft doth tell
Wondrous things from her Cell, 210
As her what chance befell,
Learning to prattle._

Cloe. _And now she sits and mocks
The Shepherds and their flocks,
And the Heards from the Rocks
Keeping their Cattle._

When to these Maids the Muses silence cry,
For 'twas the opinion of the Company,
That were not these two taken of, that they
Would in their Conflict wholly spend the day. 220
When as the Turne to _Florimel_ next came,
A Nimph for Beauty of especiall name,
Yet was she not so Iolly as the rest:
And though she were by her companions prest,
Yet she by no intreaty would be wrought
To sing, as by th' Elizian Lawes she ought:
When two bright Nimphes that her companions were,
And of all other onely held her deare,
Mild _Claris_ and _Mertilla_, with faire speech
Their most beloued _Florimel_ beseech, 230
T'obserue the Muses, and the more to wooe her,
They take their turnes, and thus they sing vnto her.

Cloris. _Sing, _Flor