ROSADER
Oh Rosalynde be kinde, for times will change, Thy lookes ay nill be faire as now they be, Thine age from beautie may thy lookes estrange: Ah yeelde in time sweete Nymph, and pitie me.
ROSALYNDE
Oh Rosalynde thou must be pitifull. For Rosader is yong and beautifull.
ROSADER
Oh gaine more great than kingdomes, or a
crowne.
ROSALYNDE
Oh trust betrayed if Rosader abuse me.