uest.

_Spa_.

As ill is mine.

_Pan_. Then do not utter it.

_Spa_.

Alas 'tis of that nature, that it must
Be utter'd, I, and granted, or I die:
I am asham'd to speak it; but where life
Lies at the stake, I cannot think her woman

That will not take something unreasonably to hazard saving of it:
I shall seem a strange Petitioner, that wish all ill to them I
beg of, e're they give me ought; yet so I must: I would you were
not fair, nor wise, for in your ill consists my good: if you were
foolish, you would hear my prayer, if foul, you had not power to
hinder me: he would not love you.

_Pan_.

What's the meaning of it.

_Spa_.

Nay, my request is more without the bounds
Of reason yet: for 'tis not in the power
Of you to do, what I would have you grant.

_Pan_.

Why then 'tis idle, pray thee speak it out.

_Spa_.

Your brother brings a Prince into this land,
Of such a noble shape, so sweet a grace,
So full of worth withal, that every maid
That looks upon him, gives away her self
To him for ever; and for you to have
He brings him: and so mad is my demand
That I desire you not to have this man,
This excellent man, for whom you needs must die,
If you should miss him. I do now expect
You should laugh at me.

_Pan_.

Trust me I could weep rather, for I have found him
In all thy words a strange disjoynted sorrow.

_Spa_.

'Tis by me his own desire so, that you would not love him.

_Pan_.

His own desire! why credit me _Thalestris,_ I am no common wooer:
if he shall wooe me, his worth may be such, that I dare not swear
I will not love him; but if he will stay to have me wooe him, I
will promise thee, he may keep all his graces to himself, and
fear no ravishing from me.

_Spa_.

'Tis yet his own desire, but when he sees your face, I fear it
will not be; therefore I charge you as you have pity, stop these
tender ears from his enchanting voice, close up those eyes, that
you may neither catch a dart from him, nor he from you; I charge
you as you hope to live in quiet; for when I am dead, for certain
I will walk to visit him if he break promise with me: for as fast
as Oaths without a formal Ceremony can make me, I am to him.

_Pan_.

Then be fearless;
For if he were a thing 'twixt God and man,
I could gaze on him; if I knew it sin
To love him without passion: Dry your eyes,
I swear you shall enjoy