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For a kiss or two, confess, What doth cause this pensiveness, Thou most lovely neat-herdess? Why so lonely on the hill? Why thy pipe by thee so still, That erewhile was heard so shrill? Tell me, do thy kine now fail To fulfil the milking-pail? Say, what is't that thou dost ail? THYR.
None of these; but out, alas! A mischance is come to pass, And I'll tell thee what it was: See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.
Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.
I have lost my lovely steer, That to me was far more dear Than these kine which I milk here; Broad of forehead, large of eye, Party-colour'd like a pye, Smooth in each limb as a die; Clear of hoof, and clear of horn, Sharply pointed as a thorn; With a neck by yoke unworn, From the which hung down by strings, Balls of cowslips, daisy rings, Interplaced with ribbonings; Faultless every way for shape; Not a straw could him escape, Ever gamesome as an ape, But yet harmless as a sheep.
Pardon, Lacon, if I weep; Tears will spring where woes are deep.
Now, ai me! ai me! Last night Came a mad dog, and did bite, Ay, and kill'd my dear delight.
LACON Alack, for grief! THYR.
But I'll be brief.
Hence I must, for time doth call Me, and my sad playmates all, To his evening funeral.
Live long, Lacon; so adieu! LACON Mournful maid, farewell to you; Earth afford ye flowers to strew!

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