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 Now as at one side Thisbe on the tother Stoode often drawing one of them the pleasant breath from other: O thou envious wall (they sayd) why letst thou lovers thus? What matter were it if that thou permitted both of us In armes eche other to embrace? Or if thou thinke that this Were overmuch, yet mightest thou at least make roume to kisse. And yet thou shalt not finde us churles: we thinke our selves in det For this same piece of courtesie, in vouching safe to let Our sayings to our friendly eares thus freely come and goe. Thus having where they stoode in vaine complayned of their woe, When night drew nere, they bade adew and eche gave kisses sweete Unto the parget on their side, the which did never meete. Next morning with hir cherefull light had driven the starres aside And Phebus with his burning beames the dewie grasse had dride. These lovers at their wonted place by foreappointment met. Where after much complaint and mone they covenanted to get Away from such as watched them and in the Evening late To steale out of their fathers house and eke the Citie gate. And to th'intent that in the fieldes they strayde not up and downe They did agree at Ninus Tumb to meete without the towne, And tarie underneath a tree that by the same did grow Which was a faire high Mulberie with fruite as white as snow, Hard by a coole and trickling spring. This bargaine pleasde them both And so daylight (which to their thought away but slowly goth) Did in the Ocean fall to rest, and night from thence doth rise. As soone as darkenesse once was come, straight Thisbe did devise A shift to wind hir out of doores, that none that were within Perceyved hir: and muffling hir with clothes about hir chin, That no man might discerne hir face, to Ninus Tumb she came Unto the tree, and sat hir downe there underneath the same. Love made hir bold. But see the chaunce, there comes besmerde with blood About the chappes a Lionesse all foming from the wood From slaughter lately made of kine to staunch hir bloudie thurst With water of the foresaid spring. Whome Thisbe spying furst, Afarre by moonelight, thereupon with fearfull steppes gan flie, And in a darke and yrkesome cave did hide hirselfe thereby. And as she fled away for hast she let hir mantle fall