LADY. Nay, gentle shepherd, ill is lost that praise Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift Could that divide you from near-ushering guides? LADY. They left me weary on a grassy turf. COMUS. By falsehood, or discourtesy, or why? LADY. To seek i' the valley some cool, friendly spring. COMUS. And left your fair side all unguarded, lady? LADY. They were but twain, and purposed quick return. COMUS. Perhaps forestalling night prevented them. LADY. How easy my misfortune is to hit! COMUS. Imports their loss, beside the present need? LADY. No less than if I should my brothers lose. COMUS. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? LADY. As smooth as Hebe's their unrazored lips. COMUS. Two such I saw, what time the laboured ox In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swinkt 10 hedger at his supper sat; I saw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the side of yon small hill, |