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 Hovering, and itting by a new made grave As loath to leave the body that it lov'd, And link'd it elfe by carnall enualtie To a degenerate and degraded tate.
 * 2 Bro. How charming is divine Philoophie!

Not harh and crabbed, as dull fools uppoe, But muicall as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetuall feat of nectar'd weets Where no crude urfet raigns.''El. bro.'' Lit, lit I heare Some farre off hallow breake the ilent aire.
 * 2 Bro. Me thought o too, what hould it be?
 * Eld. bro. For certaine

Either ome one like us night founder'd here, Or ele ome neighbour wood man, or at wort Some roaving robber calling to his fellows.
 * 2 Bro. Heav'n keepe my iter, agen agen, and neere,

Bet draw, and tand upon our guard.
 * Eld. bro. Ile hallow,

If he be friendly he comes well, if not Defence is a good caue, and Heav'n be for us.

The attendant Spirit habited like a hepheard. That hallow I should know, what are you, peake, Come not too neere, you fall on iron takes ele.
 * Spir. What voice is that, my yong Lord? speak agen.
 * 2 Bro. O brother 'tis my father Shepheard ure.
 * Eld. bro. Thyris? whoe artfull trains have oft delayd

The huddling brook to heare his madrigale, And weeten'd every muskroe of the dale, How cam't thou here good Swaine, hath any ram Slip't from the fold, or yong kid lot his dam, Or traggling weather the pen't flock forook, Rh