LALLET: OR, The Tender Shepherdess.

ARGUMENT TO THE Second PASTORAL .

F Auney and Lallet had an equal Value for each other . Fauney was Young , and of a most taking Aspect : Lallet beauteous and particularly tender-hearted . These walk together to a GROVE at hand ; to tast the pleasance of the Season , and the sweets of each othe's talk . There long they bay themselves in the soft Delices of the Morn ; the harmless Swain and gentle Shepherdess . Lallet , at length , leaps up to gather STRAWBERRYS for her Lover ; while he , for her , sate plaiting Flowery Gyrlonds , and wishing her return . Long he sate , and long he wish'd . But she , to raise his Love , delay'd her return . Fauney , as she was about to surprize and joy him with her sight , rises and runs to Paplet to enquire for her . Then 'tis that Lallet's softness of heart appears . With watry Eyes she rambles thro' the GROVE ; and accuses her self of Cruelty . There find her another Lad and Lass , endeavour to allay her Grief , and sing a chearful SONG for her Diversion . At length , Cubbin begs her to go home with him . She declines it , lest it might occasion a second Uneasiness to Fauney ; and resolve's to punish her self by staying where she was . She does so . Till Fauney , at length doth come . He skulks behind the CAVE she sat in , and hears how uneasy she was for making him so . Anon he surprizes her with his sight , drys up her Tears and conducts home in the height of GOOD-HUMOUR .

As for the Time , tho' it begins in the Morning , the main of this Pastoral is in the EVENTIDE , and the Moon-light Night that succeeds . The Season Midsummer-Day . And the 1 Scene , a delightful Grove near Lynheath .

LALLET : OR , The Tender Shepherdess . PASTORAL the II . foreign Theoc.

FAuney and Lallet , this as fair As Flower , that fresh as Evening Air ; One HOLY-MORNING had in head , To trip to Lynheath roie Mead . He one hand laid in Bosom bare : Her Cloaths fast fluttered in Air . Sang he and whistled ore the SWEARD : Sweard . Or , Grassplatt . She limber leap'd , as blith as Bird . O dainty Violet ! said he , Simp'ring , and stooping on the LEA , Thee little Lass , ah happy thee ! Adown her Bosom letten be . Then , for he'd give a MEY the Flower , The Stripling kist it o're and o're . Lallet was meek and sweet of Mein ; Tender as Evening Air ybeen . Soothly , a-frosty Morns she'll set Her WINDOW ope , and much of Meat : Then , oh how she will cherrup fair , The gentle BIRDS out eager Air . Thus merry the two triped it : I can but smile to think how sweet ! Strait Fauney step'd afore , to see The where the softest Seat might be . Abie Lin-heath yspread's a BOUGH , The sweetest sure the Bee doth know . There use the Shepherds fresh yfare , To bay their Bosoms in cool Air ; And sip the Dew off SWEET-BREER ROSE : There often Cubbinet too goes . Now , sweet the Swain here lay at ease ; Waiting the Lilly-footen Lass . She , slim-made PRETTY ONE , her hied Over the Green , as brisk as Bride . Her fine Dew-laping VEST , with Care , One Hand did hold ; one Flowerets fair A-bosom put , soft Paps emong , As soft , as Drop on Hawthorn hung . The Shepherd saw her far away ; And sweet she sliggar'd by my Fay ! Then simpering said , as came anigh ; Oh what a merry Lass am I ! He'll pick 'em all out , when doth see , While I with's RINGLET HAIR may play ! He'll say I'm sweeter , pick each Flower ; So I shall play amost an Hour ! Well was it ween'd now by my Fay ; O what a merry Lass am I ! But she off Fauney was so far , That he no whit of this might hear . Now they're together set so sweet , How shall I say how soft and sweet ! The Swainet ope's his BREAST to th' Air ; And calls his Love to fan it fair . Then for her Pains her Lip soft smack's , And right's and smooth's her HONEY-LOCKS . Sooth , now the Lass gan like a Kiss ; But claps her dimple Cheek to his , And whisper's soft , MUCH Marl I how , Fauney , thou can'st love kissing so . Thus lovely lay the gentle PAIR , Soft as the Mid-day Gossamer : Strait Lallet rises , and will hie To gather STRAWBERRYS abie . I prethee , said she , smiling sweet , Stay here , and here I'll see thee strait . She goes : The Shepherd ill can brook , To lose the Pleasance of her LOOK . But rose anon ; and Flowers gan pick , Aside a Spring , her Breast to deck . Then down agen sate on the SOFT ; And look'd for Lallet oft and oft . O me ! How fine a Flower is this ; Sooth she shan't ha't without a Kiss ! Elig'ring he said ; and pleas'd himself , That he should please his darling ELF . Thus long he sate ; still wondring why She came not ; but she then was by ; The Lass stood by ; stood 'hind a BOUGH ; Laughing , to think what he would do , When found the came not . Now , she sain , Had I the Heart to give him Pain ! Emey I've heard say , I know not , Love dearer be the dearer bought . A little whit howe're I'll wait ; 'Twill pain him but a little whit . The gentle Shepherd easeless was ; Turning and shifting on the GRASS . When Paplet saw he , YOUNGLING-LASS , Soft of Heart and fair of Face . Full far away he saw , and ran To know if Lallet she had seen ; And walk'd awith her , grieved sore , Till his own DEAR could see no more . When Lallet saw , a-thro' her BOUGH , The fair-framed he to Paplet go ; Ah God , how yearn'd the harmless Heart ! How griev'd , that she should give him smart ! But when he out of sight did go , Alass , she knew not what to do . For shamed after him to run , Thinking he now was angry grown . With pretty carefulness in Face , Walk'd , ne knew where , the dainty Lass . Nought minding now her little CADE ; Though't stop't her , as afore her plaid . Ne when she made Mouth bleed with kick , Left it , but soft her Footen lick . Poor FOOL ! It stay her would , tho' whip'd ; Mayseem it lack'd so sore be lip'd . For't used lye in LAP elong , And touch her Bosom with the Tongue . Thus rov'd the dainty-leged Lass , All till the EVE drew on apace . Then down she laid her Limbs so sliek ; And to the cold Ground clap'd her Cheek . Oh I hard Heart ! I worse than Wolf ! ( Then said ) to pain so gentle ELF ! Ah how could I , how could I tho' Go harm poor HEART ? He work'd no Wo ! — But here do let me stop , for why , I want to wipe my tearie Eye .

Scene 2. A GRASS-PLAT half enclosed by a Streamulet .

The Swain so soft ( for soft be Swains ) Who pipes so pretty on the Plains ; I need'nt tell ye who he is , The Lasses know him by his KISS . At Eve did come , with YOUNGLING MEY . A-to the Grove where Lallet lay . The why he hither came was this ; Paplet he won to take a Kiss : I'll have , quoth she , a SONG for th' Kiss ; Thou sha't , quoth he , and one for this . So here they came , as did befall , To sing elong with NIGHTINGALE . Here Violets ypicketh he , To deck the bosom of the MEY . When lo ! he hear's a murmuring tone ; May seem some Young Lass made her moan . Never will I , full well ywis , Give pain agen ! I've paid for this . Oh , if he leaven love , ah god ! How shall I name a thing so bad ? Oh , if he leave to love farewell , Farewell for ever , ought but Ill ! Heav'd the Swain's Breast for pity oft , Unhappy Swain to be so soft ! Ached his Heart , to hear her smart , Unhappy Swain to have such Heart ! Ynethered he creeps anear , Still as a Spirit or as Air . But could not well tell where she lay , 'Mongst many a Breer and many a Tree , Which dusk'd in GLOOM Moon's waining Ray ; Ah Lallet , how there can'st thou lay ! A Stream half closed a Plat of Grass ; And made a sweet a pleasant Place . Here ( woe-the-worse ! ) as nigh drew he , He saw what made him sad to see . A gentle Lass a-neath a BOUGH : Should gentle Lass be laid so low ? Twey Lips she had , now sooth I say , Like CHERRIES , and as soft as they . A dainty Blush on Cheek was too , The prettiest Blush , no MEYS blush so . The harmless Shepherd to her sped , And took in Arms the harmless Maid . But oh ! when took in Arms the Lass , Witness me God , how wo he was ! And is it then ? and is't quoth he , Lallet , the gentle Lall I see ? The dainty Daughter of the GLEN ? Help me , ye Heavens , to speak my Pain ! He stroak'd her Locks , all wet with Mist , Out Bosom , then her Bosom kist . Why sooth 'twas soft , as Bird in Bush , He kist so soft , and bad not blush . Ysoothing breath'd the sweet-lip'd Air On pretty Paps , and waved her Hair . In VEST her Face she wimpled . On tender Bosom hung the Head . Tell me , ye gentle STRIPLINGS tell ! If suiten Lass so lovely wail ? O tell me ! should she , ay or on , Letten the Air her VEST yblow ? Her slender VEST the Air so blew , That might see lilly Limbs athro' . Cubbin was griev'd , ye can't think how , To see her soil her Beauty so . Her Beauty fresh gan Bloom , and 'ope Its bashful Bosom to th' DEW-DROP . Her pretty Paps , like clustring Grapes , A-thro' her VEST soft show'd their Shapes . Then did the Swain , so fair and fine , Ywipe her Tears out pretty Eyen . Set her more soft , and soothing sweet , Ask'd her how could so fair CHEEKS wet ? He chears ; but ah ! she will no chear ; Down drops her Head on Bosom bare . Chiding the gentle NIGHTINGALE , That sang so soft its softest Tale . Then Paplet ask'd het this and that ; Who gave her grieve ? Why so she sate ? The sloe-eyed SWEET ONE noted none ; But looked at the waining Moon . Tho' little SPARROW with her was , And soft it sate in Neck of Lass . Sooth , in her lilly Face 'twould look , A pretty fliggar when she spoak . See the sweet FON , quoth YOUNGLING-MEY ; I prethee turn and with it play ! Alack the Day ! quoth Lallet fair , The lovely Lad will love elsewhere ! And clap'd her Face to th' dewie Grass , The fairest Face that ever was . The sweet Balm-breathing Paplet chear'd , Soft as the Song of EVENING BIRD . Then stroaked up the Locks of th' Lass ; And spoak her thus as gave a kiss . Paplet . Poor DEAR ! It gives me pine with pain , To see poor DEAR so wond'rous wain . Ah wo-a-way ! Come gentle Maid , In Paplet's Bosom loll thy Head ! Come , soft thy careful Case CHILD tell . And can a Lover give such wail ? Lallet . Oh , had I pained but my self , Instead of him , poor harmless ELF ! Paplet . See , Lass ! that pretty Springlet fair ! Hark , how sweet chirp's the GRASSHOPPER ! There set we , SWEET ! There may'st thou tell , On softest Flowers , thy tender Tale . Lallet . Ah what are Flowers or Spring to me : Oh good ! how fair my LAD would lay ! How loose we lean'd the livelong Day ! How wont I with his Bosom play ! Her dainty CHEEK , with that same Word , From off the Green she pertly rear'd . But as gan think what she had done , Poor HEART down flapped it agen . The dabling DEW fell all emong , Her buding Breasts so fair and young ; Her buding Breasts , that bloomie grew , Soft shrinked at the dabling DEW . At lenth , howe're , the tender Twey Won her to rise from off the LEA . Quoth Cubbin , Prethee to my COTT , Let's go ; refresh thee there awhit . Oh no , said she , I late did pain The loveliest Lad , the sweetest Swain : Not for the World ! might he not now , To know I'm there , be grieved too ? But thro' the Grove she trip'd it , and The Shepherd lead her by the Hand .

Scene 3. A CAVE in middle of the Wood .

The gentle Lad , and Lass so fair , Thus soft did sooth , for soft they were : His Lips gan bloom with tender Hair , Her Paps ysprouted fresh and fair . At lenth the wailing SWEET ONE they Bring where she safe and loose might lay . A Cave there is by IDLEHILL , Ye know the Place where Shepherds loll : There Fauney often goes ; I guess , To hear the Lark , or toy with Lass . A SWEETBREER dainty o're it spread ; That Roses bore , and cast a Shade . Abie it ran a Rivolet ; Painted with Sky and Flowers so sweet . To this the lilly-finger'd Lass , Soft wailing , pointed as did pass . May seem she wish'd to set in th' CAVE ; Her Love might thither hap to rove . Thither the Silver-shapen Lass , Soft triped it with easy Pace . The SHRUBS afore her sprinkled Dew ; As easy Air atween 'em flew . Thro' Boughs the MOONLIGHT fair beseen , Sweet checkered the Grassie Green . Cubbin went first to make the way ; And after trip'd the fine-limb MEY . First gan ope Lip the little Lass , The sweetest Lip that ever was . See , gentle WAILER ; See , my SWEET ! I've crop'd a Rose and Violet . Here let me stick it in thy Breast ! She stuck it there , and then it kist . Well were , quoth Cubbin ( all elong Laying him soft ) we had a SONG . Paplet shall shrill some lovely Lay ; And Paplet's sweet as Musk in May . Then first the Dew-eye'd Wailer rear'd , Her hanging Head as quick as Bird . She lack'd 'em sore to sing , I weet , Of Fauney ; yet was shamed to say't . Agreed , quoth sweet-lip'd Paplet quick ; But thou thy UNDERSONG sha't make . And sure we so shall Lallet please . You lye on that side I on this . Paplet . Paplet illegible Cubbin's Song to Lallet . Arise my FAIR ONE , come away ! Fresh be the Flowers the Groves as gay . Early arise , e're LARK gin's sing ! We'll see how well the VIOLETS spring . Cubbin . Come FAIR ONE , be thou like the Roe ! That leaping o're the HILLS doth go . Come down the Gardens , to the Grove ! We'll hear the TURTLE in his Love . Then FAUNEY sang they , what he was ; And could such Lad 'ere leave his Lass ? Paplet . Fauney doth rove like airy ROE ; Arm'd with a Quiver and a Bow . In every SHADE he soft doth set ; And bay's in every STREAMULET . Cubbin . Fauney's the Joy of every Lass ; All meek's his Mind as fair his Face . Fauney is fresh as EVENING-SKY ; With small red Mouth and twinkling Eye . Then soft they sang to shew the Lass , No slight Mishaps made Love the less . Paplet . Once clomb I for MAYBOUGH , by hap , Cuddleit , the while , abie did trip . He help'd me down , and sooth'd me sweet ; Shrew me if w'ont agen up get ! Cubbin . Once Soflin tript , and fell elong ; I spy'd her lye sweet Flowers emong : A KISS I gave her as she lay ; Then lift her up and went away . Thus sang the TWEY their tender Tale ; Sweet as the Breath of NIGHTINGALE . While the fair Wailer lowly laid , And hung adown her pretty Head . Then Cubbin took the Hand of th' Lass , And said , soft-smiling in her Face . I prethee Lallet go with me ! Why Fauney's far enough away ! Oh , kind my Lad ! Leave ask , quoth she ; Or bid go lye on yon wet LEA ! Could I have Heart to pain poor ELE And shan't I have to pain my self ? She said ; small thinking how the while Fauney was near : Soft did he smile , To hear the gentle-hearted Lass In VEST she wrapt her lilly Face . Forth crep he soft , of lovely Look ; Pleas'd as the hunted HART at Brook . Cubbin and Paplet beck'ned first ; Then claspt his Arms round Lallet's WASTE . So loose her held the rosie Boy , That she not dreamed any nigh . Anon adown her self she threw , And gan to weep and wail anew . Ah God ! but how she looked then ! Is it ? and is't my gentle SWAIN ? Like started Hare she leap'd aloft ; Like easy Sleep he seiz'd her soft . Together thro' the WOOD they pass ; With eachen Lad his pretty Lass . Merry as Lamkins on the LEA , And well ye know how merry they . So , all is well agen then now , Lallet's as pleas'd as Bird on Bough . Then what remains , ye STRIPLINGS , now ; But that you smile and be so too ? More bless'd to make's alone in you ; Can ye dislike what LASSES do ? Much Wo has had the fairfaced DEAR , Do , pity her because she's fair .

The End of the Second Pastoral .