Hares that yearly Sexes change,
_Proteus_ alt'ring oft and strange,
_Hecate_ with shapes three,
Let this Maiden changed be,
With this holy water wet,
To the shape of _Amoret_:
_Cynthia_ work thou with my charm,
Thus I draw thee free from harm
Up out of this blessed Lake,
Rise both like her and awake. [_She awakes_.

_Amar_. Speak Shepherd, am I _Amoret_ to sight?
Or hast thou mist in any Magick rite;
For want of which any defect in me,
May make our practices discovered be.

_Sul_. By yonder Moon, but that I here do stand,
Whose breath hath thus transform'd thee, and whose hand
Let thee down dry, and pluckt thee up thus wet,
I should my self take thee for _Amoret_;
Thou art in cloths, in feature, voice and hew
So like, that sense cannot distinguish you.

_Amar_. Then this deceit which cannot crossed be,
At once shall lose her him, and gain thee me.
Hither she needs must come by promise made,
And sure his nature never was so bad,
To bid a Virgin meet him in the wood,
When night and fear are up, but understood,
'Twas his part to come first: being come, I'le say,