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 Approaching nigh, his face I vewed nere, And by the ſemblant of his countenance, Me ſeemed I had his perſon ſeene elſewhere, Moſt like Alcyon ſeeming at a glaunce; Alycon he, the iollie Shepheard ſwaine, That wont full merrilie to pipe and daunce, And fill with pleaſance euery wood and plaine.

Yet halfe in doubt becauſe of his diſguize, I ſoftlie ſayd Alcyon? There with all He lookt a ſide as in diſdainefull wiſe, Yet ſtayed not: till I againe did call. Then turning back he ſaide with hollow ſound, Who is it, that dooth name me, wofull thrall, The wretchedſt man that treades this day on ground?

One, whome like wofulneſſe impreſſed deepe Hath made fit mate thy wretched caſe to heare, And giuen like cauſe with thee to waile and weepe: Griefe findes ſome eaſe by him that like does beare, Then ſtay Alcyon, gentle ſhepheard ſtay, (Quoth I) till thou haue to my truſtie care Committed, what thee dooth ſo ill apay.

Ceasſe fooliſh man (ſaide he halfe wrothfully) To ſeeke to heare that which cannot be tolde. For the huge anguiſh, which dooth multiplie My dying paines, no tongue can well vnfold: Ne doo I care, that any ſhould bemone My hard miſhapm or any weepe that would, But ſeeke alone to weepe, and dye alone. Then