une their silver strings,
And with sweet-sounding music sing
Some pleasing madrigals and roundelays,
To comfort Sophos in his deep distress.
[_Exit_ SYLVANUS.

_Enter the Nymphs and Satyrs singing_.

THE SONG.

1.

_Satyrs, sing, let sorrow keep her cell,
Let warbling Echoes ring,
And sounding music yell[150]
Through hills, through dales, sad grief and care to kill
In him long since, alas! hath griev'd his fill_.

2.

_Sleep no more, but wake and live content,
Thy grief the Nymphs deplore:
The Sylvan gods lament
To hear, to see thy moan, thy loss, thy love,
Thy plaints to tears the flinty rocks do move_.

3.

_Grieve not, then; the queen of love is mild,
She sweetly smiles on men,
When reason's most beguil'd;
Her looks, her smiles are kind, are sweet, are fair:
Awake therefore, and sleep not still in care_.

4.

_Love intends to free thee from annoy,
His nymphs Sylvanus sends
To bid thee live in joy,
In hope, in joy, sweet love, delight's embrace:
Fair love herself will yield thee so much grace_.

[_Exeunt the Nymphs and Satyrs_.

SOPHOS.
What do I hear? what harmony is this,
With silver sound that glutteth Sophos' ears.
And drives sad passions from his heavy heart,
Presaging some good future hap shall fall,
After these blust'ring blasts of discontent?
Thanks, gentle Nymphs, and Satyrs too, adieu;
That thus compassionate a loyal lover's woe,
When heav'n sits smiling at his dire mishaps.

_Enter_ FORTUNATUS.

FORTUNATUS.
With weary steps I trace these desert groves,
And search to find out Sophos' secret walks,
My truest vowed friend and Lelia's dearest love.

SOPHOS.
What voice is this sounds Lelia's sacred name? [_He riseth_.
Is it some satyr that hath view'd her late,
And's grown enamour'd of her gorgeous hue?

FORTUNATUS.
No satyr, Sophos; but thy ancient friend,
Whose dearest blood doth rest at thy command:
Hath sorrow lately blear'd thy wat'ry eyes,
That thou forgett'st the lasting league of love,
Long since was vowed betwixt thyself and me?
Look on me, man; I am thy friend.

SOPHOS.
O, now I know thee, now thou nam'st my friend;
I have no friend, to whom I dare
Unload the burden of my gri