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Salmacis
and Hermaphroditus
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Nay sure, that yeelds, onely thy
tongue denyes,
And the true fancy of thy heart
belyes.
Then did she lift her hand vnto
his chin,
And prays'd the prety dimpling
of his skin:
But straight his chin she 'gan
to ouerslip,
When she beheld the rednesse of
his lip;
And sayd, thy lips are soft, presse
them to mine,
And thou shalt see they are as
soft as thine.
Then would she faine haue gone
vnto his eye,
But still his ruddy lip standing
so nie,
Drew her hand backe, therefore
his eye she mist,
'Ginning to claspe his neck, and
would haue kist;
But then the boy did struggle to
be gone,
Vowing to leaue her and that place
alone.
But then bright Salmacis
began to feare,
And sayd, Fayre stranger, I wil
leaue thee here
Amid these pleasant places all
alone.
So turning back, she fayned to
be gone;
But from his sight she had no power
to passe,
Therefore she turn'd, and hid her
in the grasse,
When to the ground bending her
snow-white knee,
The glad earth gaue new coates
to euery tree.
He then supposing he was all alone,
(Like a young boy that is espy'd
of none)
Runnes here, and there, then on
the bankes doth looke,
Then on the cristall current of
the brooke,
Then with his foote he toucht the
siluer streames,
Whose drowzy waues made musike
in their dreames,
And, for he was not wholy in, did
weepe,
Talking alowd and babbling in their
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