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LANQUET.
As I to cool me, bath'd one sultry Day,
Fond Lydia lurking in the Sedges lay.
The Wanton laugh'd, and seem'd in haste to fly;
Yet often stopp'd, and often turn'd her Eye.

HOBBINOL.
When first I saw, would I had never seen,
Young Lyset lead the Dance on yonder Green;
Intent upon her Beauties as she mov'd,
Poor, heedless Wretch, at unawares I lov'd.

LANQUET.
When Lucy decks with Flow'rs her swelling Breast,
And on her Elbow leans, dissembling Rest;
Unable to refrain my madding Mind,
Nor Sheep nor Pasture worth my Care I find.

HOBBINOL.
Come Rosalind, O come! For, without thee,
What Pleasure can the Country have for me?
Come Rosalind, O, come! My brinded Kine,
My snowy Sheep, My Farm and all is thine.

LANQUET.
Come Rosalind, O come! Here shady Bow'rs
Here are cool Fountains, and here springing Flow'rs
Come Rosalind: Here ever let us stay,
And sweetly waste our live-long Time away.

HOBBINOL.
In vain the Seasons of the Moon I know,
The Force of Healing Herbs, and where they grow;
There is no Herb, no Season, may remove
From my fond Heart the racking Pains of Love.

LANQUET.
What profits me, that I in Charms have Skill,
And Ghosts and Goblins order as I will;
Yet have, with all my Charms, no Pow'r to lay
The Sprite, that breaks my Quiet Night and Day.

HOB-