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41 Ah! where were ye this while his shepheard peares,
To whom alive was nought so deare as hee; And ye faire Mayds, the matches of his yeares, 130 Which in his grace did boast you most to bee?
Ah! where were ye, when he of you had need,
And sad ensample of man's suddein end;
43 Unpitied, unplaynd, of foe or frend ! Whilest none is nigh, 44 thine eylids up to close, And kisse thy lips like faded leaves of rose.
A sort of shepheards sewing of the chace,
As they the forest raunged on a day, By fate or fortune came unto the place,
Where as the lucklesse boy yet bleeding lay; Yet bleeding lay, and yet would still have bled, Had not good hap those shepheards thether led.
They stopt his wound, (too late to stop it was!)
And in their armes then softly did him reare: 45 Tho (as he wild) unto his loved lasse,
His dearest love, him dolefully did beare. The dolefulst biere that ever man did see, 150 Was Astrophel, but dearest unto mee!
She, when she saw her Love in such a plight,
With crudled blood and filthie gore deformed, That wont to be with flowers and gyrlonds dight,
And her deare favours dearly well adorned; Her face, the fairest face that eye mote see, She likewise did deforme like him to bee.
Her yellow locks that shone so bright and long,
beames in fairest somers day, She fiersely tore, and with outragious wrong
From her red cheeks the roses rent away: And her faire brest, the threasury of ioy, She spoyld thereof, and filled with annoy.
His palled face, impictured with death,
She bathed oft with teares and dried oft :
Out of his lips like lillies pale and soft.
The rest of her impatient regret,
And piteous mone the which she for him made, No toong can tell, nor any forth can set,
But he whose heart like sorrow did invade. At last when paine his vitall poures had spent, His wasted life her weary lodge 48 forwent.
Which when she saw, she staied not a whit,
But after him did make untimely haste : Forthwith her ghost out of her corps did flit,
And followed her make like 49 turtle chaste : To prove that death their hearts cannot divide, Which living were in love so firmly tide.
The gods, which all things see, this same beheld,
And, pittying this paire of lovers trew, Transformed them there lying on the field Into one
flowre that is both red and blew ; It first grows red, and then to blew doth fade, Like Astrophel, which thereinto was made.
And in the midst thereof a star appeares,
As fairly formd as any star in skyes : Resembling Stella in her freshest yeares, 190 Forth darting beames of beautie from her eyes:
And all the day it standeth full of deow,
That hearbe of some, Starlight is cald by name,
Of others Penthia, though not so well:
From this day forth do call it Astrophel :
Hereof when tydings far abroad did passe,
The shepheards all which loved him full deare, And sure full deare of all he loved was,
Did thether flock to see what they did heare. And when that pitteous spectacle they vewed, The same with bitter teares they all bedewed. And every one did make exceeding mone,
With inward anguish and great griefe opprest: And every one did weep and waile, and mone,
And meanes deviz'd to show his sorrow best. That from that houre, since first on grassie greene 210 Shepheards kept sheep, was not like mourning seen.
Lycon. Colin, well fits thy sad cheare this sad
Colin. Ah Lycon, Lycon, what need skill to teach
What bird (I pray thee) hast thou seen, that 58 prunes
And testified his grief with flowing teares ?
Doth us invite to make a sad consort;
Lycon. Though my rude rymes ill with thy verses
But if my plaints annoy thee where thou sit 40 In secret shade or cave, vouchsafe (O 59 Pan)
To pardon me, and hear this 60 hard constraint
Colin sings. Phillisides is dead. 61 O harmfull death, 50 O deadly harme! Unhappy Albion,
When shalt thou see, emong thy shepheardes all