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Still to be so displaced. I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death; but oh, ere long
Too well I did perceive it was the voice
Of my most honour'd Lady, your dear sister.
Amazed I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,
And, O poor hapless nightingale, thought I,
How sweet thou sing'st, how near the deadly snare!
Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste,
Through paths and turnings often trod by day,
Till guided by mine ear I found the place,
Where that damn'd wizard, hid in sly disguise,
(For so by certain signs I knew) had met
Already, ere my best speed could prevent,
The aidless innocent lady his wish'd prey,
Who gently ask'd if he had seen such two,
Supposing him some neighbour villager.
Longer I durst not stay, but soon I guess'd
Ye were the two she meant; with that I sprung
Into swift flight, till I had found you here,
But further know I not.
Second Br. O night and shades,
How are ye join'd with hell in triple knot,
First Br. Yes, and keep it still,
Lean on it safely; not a period
Spirit. Alas! good venturous youth,
I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise;
First Br. Why, prithee, shepherd,
Spirit. Care and utmost shifts
How to secure the lady from surprisal,
First Br. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee, And some good angel bear a shield before us.