That take a pleasure in my care, Have thus entrapped me unaware; Thou should'st by much more careful be. Then when mew'd up in grates of steel, Muse how the damn'd, in flames that glow, 170 Thou seest there's given so great might To some that are but clay as I ; Which, if in any thou espy, Thus think; if mortals' frowns strike fear, By my late hopes that now are crost, Had Christ not thy redeemer bin, 180 These iron chains, these bolts of steel, Or, when through me thou seest a man Think, if in that such grief thou see, Again, when he that fear'd to die Thus if thou do, though closed here, I neither shall have cause to fear, Nor yet bewail my sad distress; For whether live, or pine, or die, We shall have bliss eternally. Willy. Trust me I see the cage doth some birds good, L. 184. So 1622, '33. 'the bolts,' 1615, '20. 190 200 Will teach them sweeter descants than the wood: 210 Believe 't, I like the subject of thy song, It shows thou art in no distempered mood : But 'cause to hear the residue I long, My sheep to-morrow I will nearer bring, And spend the day to hear thee talk and sing. Yet ere we part, Philarete, arede, Of whom thou learn'dst to make such songs as these, I never yet heard any shepherd's reed Tune in mishap a strain that more could please; Surely thou dost invoke at this thy need 220 Some power that we neglect in other lays : For here's a name and words that but few swains Have mention'd at their meeting on the plains. Philarete. Indeed 'tis true; and they are sore to blame, Of our true Pan, whose worth sits on all tongues ; He that first taught his music such a strain 1. 216. Early eds. ... Roget, to me areed.' 1. 230. So 1615, '20. Eds. 1622, '33 read And what the ancient .. 1. 231. So 1615, '20. holy days.' Eds. 1622, '33 read '... anthems upon Kept sheep upon the honey-milky plain, Willy. Let his good spirit ever with thee dwell, Philarete. 240 Thanks, swains: but hark, thy wether rings his bell. And, swains, to fold, or homeward drive away. Willy. And yon goes Cuddy; therefore fare thou well; And, if thou think it fit, I'll bring him too Philarete. Prithee, Willy, do. 1. 236. So 1633. Earlier eds. 'pains.' 1. 239. being.' So 1615, '20. Eds. 1622, '33 read 'Gave first the 1. 242, 3. So 1622, '33. Eds. 1615, '20 read : Thanks; but would now it pleased thee to play. THE SECOND ECLOGUE. THE ARGUMENT. Cuddy here relates, how all WILLY. CUDDY. PHILARETE. Willy. Lo, Philaret, thy old friend here, and I, On all these downs, but for thy sake is sad. Argument. 11. 1, 2. So 1622, '33. Earlier eds. read:'Cuddy tells how all the swains Pity Roget on the plains.' 1. 6. So 1622, '33. Earlier eds. 'three-mans song. 1. 1. So 1622, 33. Earlier eds. 'Roget, thy old friend Cuddy here and I.' |