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He shepheards boy (best knowen by

that name) That after Tityrus first sung his lay, Laies of sweet loue, without rebuke

or blame, Sate (as his custome was) vpon a day,

Charming his oaten pipe vnto his peres, The shepheard swaines, that did about him play: Who all the while with greedie liftfull eares, Did stand astonisht at his curious skill,

IO Like hartlesse deare, dismayed with thunders found. At last when as he piped had his fill, He rested him: and fitting then around, One of those groomes (a iolly groome was he, As euer piped on an oaten reed, And lou'd this shepheard dearest in degree, Hight Hobbinol) gan thus to him areed.

Colin my liefe, my life, how great a losse Had all the shepheards nation by thy lacke? And I poore swaine of many greatest crosse :

20 That sith thy Muse first since thy turning backe

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Was heard to sound as she was wont on hye,
Haft made vs all so blessed and so blythe.
Whileft / thou wast hence, all dead in dole did lie:
The woods were heard to waile full many a sythe,
And all their birds with silence to complaine :
The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourne,
And all their flocks from feeding to refraine :
The running waters wept for thy returne,
And all their fish with languour did lament:
But now both woods and fields, and floods reuiue,
Sith thou art come, their cause of meriment,
That vs late dead, hast made againe aliue :
But were it not too painfull to repeat
The passed fortunes, which to thee befell
In thy late voyage, we thee would entreat,
Now at thy leisure them to vs to tell.

To whom the shepheard gently answered thus,
Hobbin thou temptest me to that I couet :
For of good passed newly to discus,
By dubble vsurie doth twise renew it.
And since I saw that Angels blessed eie,
Her worlds bright sun, her heauens fairest light,
My mind full of my thoughts satietie,
Doth feed on sweet contentment of that fight :
Since that same day in nought I take delight,
Ne feeling haue in any earthly pleasure,
But in remembrance of that glorious bright,
My lifes sole blisse, my hearts eternall threasure.
Wake then my pipe, my sleepie Mufe awake,
Till I haue told her praises lasting long :
Hobbin desires, thou maist it not forsake,
Harke then ye iolly shepheards to my song.

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With / that they all gan throng about him neare,
With hungrie eares to heare his harmonie :
The whiles their flocks deuoyd of dangers feare,
Did round about them feed at libertie.

One day (quoth he) I sat, (as was my trade)
Vnder the foote of Mole that mountaine hore,
Keeping my sheepe amongst the cooly shade,
Of the greene alders by the Mullaes shore :
There a straunge shepheard chaunst to find me out,
Whether allured with my pipes delight,
Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far about,
Or thither led by chaunce, I know not right :
VVhom when I asked from what place he came,
And how he hight, himselfe he did ycleepe,
The shepheard of the Ocean by name,
And said he came far from the main-sea deepe.
He sitting me beside in that same shade,
Prouoked me to plaie some pleasant fit,
And when he heard the musicke which I made,
He found himselfe full greatly pleafd at it:
Yet æmuling my pipe, he tooke in hond
My pipe before that æmuled of many,
And plaid theron; (for well that skill he cond)
Himselfe as skilfull in that art as any.
He pip'd, I fung; and when he sung, I piped,
By chaunge of turnes, each making othur mery,
Neither enuying other, nor enuied,
So piped we, vntill we both were weary,

There interrupting him, a bonie swaine,
That Cuddy hight, him thus atweene bespake :
And / should it not thy readie course restraine,
I would request thee Colin, for my fake,





To tell what thou didst fing, when he did plaie.
For well I weene it worth recounting was,
VVhether it were some hymne, or morall laie,
Or carol made to praise thy loued lasse.

Nor of my loue, nor of my losse (quoth he)
I then did sing, as then occasion fell :
For loue had me forlorne, forlorne of me,
That made me in that desart chose to dwell.
But of my riuer Bregogs loue I foong,
VVhich to the shiny Mulla he did beare,
And yet doth beare, and euer will, so long
As water doth within his bancks appeare.

Of fellowship (said then that bony Boy)
Record to vs that louely lay againe :
The staie whereof, shall nought these eares annoy, 100
VVho all that Colin makes, do couet faine.

Heare then (quoth he) the tenor of my tale,
In sort as I it to that shepheard told :
No leasing new, nor Grandams fable stale,
But auncient truth confirm'd with credence old.

Old father Mole, (Mole hight that mountain gray
That walls the Northside of Armulla dale)
He had a daughter fresh as floure of May,
VVhich gaue that name vnto that pleasant vale;
Mulla the daughter of old Mole, so hight

The Nimph, which of that water course has charge,
That springing out of Mole, doth run downe right
To Butteuant, where spreading forth at large,
It / giueth name vnto that auncient Cittie,
VVhich Kilnemullah cleped is of old :
VVhose ragged ruines breed great ruth and pittie,
To trauailers, which it from far behold.


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Full faine she lou'd, and was belou'd full faine,
Of her owne brother riuer, Bregog hight,
So hight because of this deceitfull traine,
VVhich he with Mulla wrought to win delight.
But her old fire more carefull of her good,
And meaning her much better to preferre,
Did thinke to match her with the neighbour flood,
VVhich Allo hight, Broad water called farre :
And wrought so well with his continuall paine,
That he that riuer for his daughter wonne :
The dowre agreed, the day assigned plaine,
The place appointed where it should be doone
Nath lesse the Nymph her former liking held ;
For loue will not be drawne, but must be ledde,
And Bregog did so well her fancie weld,
That her good will he got her first to wedde.
But for her father sitting still on hie,
Did warily still watch which way she went,
And eke from far obseru'd with iealous eie,
VVhich way his course the wanton Bregog bent,
Him to deceiue for all his watchfull ward,
The wily louer did deuise this Night:
First into many parts his streame he shar'd,
That whileft the one was watcht, the other might
Passe vnespide to meete her by the way ;
And then besides, those little streames so broken
He / vnder ground so closely did conuay,
That of their passage doth appeare no token,
Till they into the Mullaes water side.
So secretly did he his loue enioy:
Yet not so secret, but it was descride,
And told her father by a shepheards boy.


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