_From "Arion," an unpublished Masque_
I
_He._ Aglai-a! Aglai-a!
Sweet, awaken and be glad.
_She._ Who is this that calls Aglaia?
Is it thou, my dearest lad?
_He._ 'Tis Arion, 'tis Arion,
Who calls thee from sleep--
From slumber who bids thee
To follow and number
His kids and his sheep.
_She._ Nay, leave to entreat me!
If mother should spy on
Us twain, she would beat me.
_He._ Then come, my love, come!
And hide with Arion
Where green woods are dumb!
_She._ Ar-i-on! Ar-i-on!
Closer, list! I am afraid!
_He._ Whisper, then, thy love Arion,
From thy window, lily maid.
_She._ Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia
Hath heard them debate
Of wooing repenting--
"Who trust to undoing,
Lament them too late."
_He._ Nay, nay, when I woo thee,
Thy mother might spy on
All harm I shall do thee.
_She._ I come, then--I come!
To follow Arion
Where green woods be dumb.