A Lovers desire for his best beloved:
OR,
Come away, come away, and doe not stay.
To an excellent new Court Tune.
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NOw the spring is come, turne to thy Love
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to thy Love, to thy Love, to thy Love,
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make no delay:
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While the flowers spring, & the birds do sing,
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their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes, their sweet tunes,
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and doe not stay,
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Where I will fill thy lap full of flowres,
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And cover thee with shadie bowres,
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come away, come away, come away,
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and doe not stay.
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Shall I languish stil for my Love, for my love,
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for my Love, for my Love, etc.
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without relief:
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Shall my faith so well approved,
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now dispaire, now dispaire, etc,
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unto my griefe:
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Where shall beautie then be found,
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But where vertue doth abound:
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come away, come away, etc.
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and do etc.
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Flora here hath made a bed
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for my Love, for my Love, etc.
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with Roses red:
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Phoebus beames to stay are bent,
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for to yeeld, for to yeeld, etc.
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my Love content:
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And the pleasant Eglantine
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Made with a thousand flowers fine:
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come away, come away, etc.
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and doe etc.
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Harke how the Nightingale sweetly doth sing
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for my Love, for my Love, etc.
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the Lambes do play,
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Pan, to please my Love, the Rocks makes to ring,
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And doth pipe, and doth pipe, etc.
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a roundelay.
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She the pleasant rushy Brookes,
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And every Flower for my Love lookes,
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come away, come away,
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and do not stay,
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Beauties Queene with all her traine,
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doth attend, doth attend etc.
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upon my Deare:
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Tripping Satyrs they do dance amaine,
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to delight, to delight, etc.
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her hath no phere.
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Muses nine with Musicke sweet.
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Do all attend my Love to meet
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come away, come away, etc.
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and doe etc.
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Fairest fayre, now turne to thy Love,
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to thy Love, to thy Love etc.
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that loves thee best:
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Sweet, let pitty move, grant love for love,
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like the Dove, like the Dove, etc.
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for ever rest.
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Crowne thy delights with hopefull joyes,
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Thy love revives, thy hate destroyes,
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come away, come away, come away,
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and do not stay.
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The Second Part.
OR
The Womans answer.
To the same tune.
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WHo ist that calleth me come away:
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tis my Love, tis my etc.
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most chearefull voice:
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He looks cherefull as the bright day,
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which doth make, which doth etc.
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each heart rejoyce.
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With flowers sweet Ile make my bed,
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My lap a pillow for thy head.
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come away, come etc.
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and doe etc.
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If thou doubtest, Sweetest prove,
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that thy Love, that thy etc.
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she lovd thee ever.
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Nor nere think, deare, but I will be thy Dove
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and from thee, and from etc.
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Ile never sever:
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Tis not beauty makes me proud,
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For tis that heaven hath allowd
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come away, come etc.
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and do etc.
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See the lovely Queen of Flowres
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she hath strewn, she hath etc.
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thy way to trace:
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Trees do bend to make thee bowers,
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Satyrs peep, Satyrs etc
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to see thy face:
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Lambes to please thee leap and skip,
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And little Fairies trip.
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come away, come etc.
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and doe etc
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Woods yeeld pleasant harmony,
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for my Love, for my etc.
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the Birds do sing,
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Thy absence makes them seem to cry:
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phillis crownes Phillis etc,
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thee Summers King:
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With a wreath of flowres sweet,
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All the Nimphs my love do greet,
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come away, come etc,
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and doe etc.
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Venus doth not stick to sweare
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By her Doves, by her etc.
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sheel steale my Love:
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And as for Adon teares her haire,
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her faire eyes, her faire etc.
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much sorrow proves:
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But for all the Indian wealth,
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None shall have him but my selfe:
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come away, come etc
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and do not stay:
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Like the words eye my Love doth appeare
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when his steeds, when his etc.
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approach the morne:
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And his face the Clowds doe cleare,
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dims the stars, dims the etc,
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and Cynthias horne:
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Now I am in my marriage bed,
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See my armes for thee are spred,
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come away, come away, come away,
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and doe not stay.
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