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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'rsHere 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 removeFrom 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 layThe Sprite, that breaks my Quiet Night and Day.

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