When thus they had finished their courting Eglogue in such a familiar clause, Ganimede as Augure of some good fortunes to light upon their affections, beganne to be thus pleasant.
“How now, Forester, have I not fitted your turn? Have I not playede the woman handsomely, and shewed my selfe as coy in graunts, as courteous in desires, and been as full of suspicion as men of flatterie? And yet to salve [smooth over] all, jumped I not all up with the sweete union of love? Did not Rosalynde content her Rosader?
The Forester, at this smiling, shooke his head, and folding his armes made this merrie replie: