WILL. What care takes she for thee?
DICK. Her care is to prevent My freedom, with show of her beams, with virtue, my content.
WILL. God shield us from such dames! If so our dames be sped, The shepherds will grow lean I trow, their sheep will be ill-fed. But Dick, my counsel mark: run from the place of woo: The arrow being shot from far doth give the smaller blow.
DICK. Good Will, I cannot take thy good advice; before That foxes leave to steal, they find they die therefore.
WILL. Then, Dick, let us go hence lest we great folks annoy: For nothing can more tedious be than plaint in time of joy.
DICK. Oh hence! O cruel word! which even dogs do hate: But hence, even hence, I must needs go; such is my dogged fate.
To the tune of "Wilhelmus van Nassau," &c.
Who hath his fancy pleased, With fruits of happy sight, Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light; A light which doth dissever, And yet unite the eyes; A light which, dying, never Is cause the looker dies.