372 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Worthy thy knowledge, when we meet again: �But now make haste, and from its deep concealment, �In the low Earth, fetch me the Wealth I mention'd. �About these Woods thy quick Return shall find me. 40 �[Exeunt. Enter Herminia and Barina. �Bar. See we are come to soon; I said 'twou'd prove so. �Herm. It is no matter, long we shall not wait. �[Bar. looks out for the Shepherds. I dare not tell her, that I like this Shepherd, Nor yet indeed scarce own it to my self. 'Tis strange, my Mind shou'd sink thus with my Fortunes; Yet he did talk above their humble strain, And, as he knew that Nature had supply'd What Fortune had deny'd him for Attraction, Claim'd my weak Heart, and said he must possess it. �Bar. Sure, they've put off this melancholy Meeting 50 Design'd in Honour of their lost Protector, In which our share (tho' secret) must be greatest. I see none move, nor hear their mournful Notes. �Herm. Be not impatient: Where can we be better? Have I not heard thee say sometimes, Barina, That in a Dream, form'd by the Day's discourse Of the sweet Life, that here they led in safety, My Mother saw me wed one of these Swains, And smil'd, tho' I had made a Choice below me ? �Bar. She did; and therefore never wou'd consent 60 �That you, like others, shou'd behold their Revels: Nor have I, since her Death left you my Charge, Allow'd it, till worse Dangers forc'd us hither; Tho' of myself, I ne'er observe such Trifles, �Herm. D'ye call those nightly Visions then but Trifles? �Bar. No doubt our Dreams are so ; the work of Phancy, Where things of Yesterday are odly piec'd ��� �
