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Of my moſt honour'd Lady your deare ſiſter.
Amaz d I ſtood, harrow'd with griefe and feare,
And ô poore hapleſſe nightingale thought I
How ſweet thou ſing'ſt, how neere the deadly ſnare!
Then downe the lawns I ran with headlong haſt
Through paths, and turnings often trod by day
Till guided by mine eare I found the place
Where that dam d wiſard hid in ſlie diſguiſe
(For ſo by certain ſigns I knew) had met
Alreadie, ere my beſt ſpeed could prævent
The aidleſſe innocent Ladie his wiſh't prey,
Who gently ask't if he had ſeene ſuch two
Suppoſing him ſome neighbour villager;
Longer I durſt not ſtay, but ſoone I gueſs't
Yee were the two ſhe mean't, with that I ſprung
Into ſwift flight till I had found you here,
But farther know I not.2 Bro. O night and ſhades
How are yee joyn'd with hell in triple knot
Againſt th'unarmed weakneſſe of one virgin
Alone, and helpleſſe! is this the confidence
You gave me brother?Eld. bro. Yes, and keep it ſtill,
Leane on it ſafely, not a period
Shall be unſaid for me, againſt the threats
Of malice or of ſorcerie, or that power
Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firme,
Vertue may be aſſail'd, but never hurt,
Surpriz'd by unjuſt force, but not enthrall'd,
Yea even that which miſchiefe meant moſt harme,
Shall in the happie triall prove moſt glorie.
But evill on it ſelfe ſhall backe recoyle
And mixe no more with goodneſſe, when at laſt
Gather'd like ſcum, and ſetl'd to it ſelfe
