A pleasant new Song betwixt the Saylor and his Love.
To the tune of Dulcina.
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WHat doth aile my Love, so sadly
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in such heavie dumps to stand?Doth she grieve or take unkindly,
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that I am so neere at hand? Or doth she vow,
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she will not know,
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Nor speake to me when I doe come,
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If that be so,
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Away Ile goe:First kisse, and bid me welcome home.
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Had I ever thee forsaken,
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putting thee out of my mind,
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Thou then mightst have justly spoken,
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that I was to thee unkind;
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Or should I take
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Some other mate,
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Then mightst thou have just cause to mourn:
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But let me dye,
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Before that I
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Doe so, then bid me welcome home.
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Sooner shall the grasse leave growing,
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from the Hare the Hound shall run;
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Husbandmen shalt leave their sowing,
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flouds shall run the land upon,
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The fish shall fly,
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The Sea run dry.
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The Birds no more shall sing, but mourne,
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Ere I of thee
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Unmindfull be:Then kisse, and bid me welcome home.
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Smile on me, be not offended,
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pardon grant for my amisse:Let thy favour so befriend me,
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as to seale it with a kisse.
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To me I sweare,
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Thou art so deare,
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That for thy sake Ile fancie none;
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Then doe not frowne,
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But sit thee downe,
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Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home.
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If thou hast proved chaste Diana,
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since from thee I did depart,
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I as constant have beene to thee,
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for on thee fixt was my heart,
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No not for shee
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Jupiter see,
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Danae in her Tower alone,
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Should me intice,
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No, Ile be nice,
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Then kisse, and bid me welcome home.
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No nor Venus, Cupids mother,
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nor the fairest wife of Jove,
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Should Lucrecia or some other
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seeke by gifts to win my love,
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Should Hellen faire,
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To me repaire,
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And unto me for love make mone,
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Yet none of these
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My mind shall please,
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Then kisse, and bid me welcome home.
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The second part. To the same Tune.
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FRom thy sight though I was banisht,
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yet I alwayes was to thee,
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Farre more kinde then was Ulisses,
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to his chaste Penelope:
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For why away
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He once did stay
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Ten yeeres and left her all alone,
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But I from thee,
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Have not bin three,
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Sweet, kisse and bid me welcome home.
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Come sweet heart, come sit downe by me
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and let thy lap my pillow be,
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While sweet sleepe my mind beguileth,
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all my dreames shall be on thee.
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I pray thee stay,
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steale not away
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Let lullaby be all my song;
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With kisses sweet,
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Lull me asleepe,
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And say, sweet-heart thourt welcome home
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The womans answer.
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I have bin sad to see how from me,
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thou so long from me didst stay,
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Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee,
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happily arrivd this day.
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Thou from our shore
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shalt goe no more,
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To wander thus abroad alone,
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But thou shalt stay,
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With me alway,
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For heers my hand thourt welcome home.
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I have provd Diana to thee,
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since from me thou wentst away,
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I have had suters well nigh twenty,
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and much adoe had for to stay: But I denyed,
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When they replyed,
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And sent them all away in scorne,
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For I had sworne,
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To live forlorne,
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Untill that I see thee come home.
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Seeing thou art home arrived
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thou shalt not goe away in haste,
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But lovingly come sit downe by me,
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let thine armes imbrace my waste.
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Farewell annoy,
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Welcome my Joy;
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Now lullaby is all my song,
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For now my heart,
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Sings loath to part,
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Then kisse, sweet-heart, thourt welcome home,
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Since sweet-heart, thou dost befriend me
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thus to take me to thy love.
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Never more will I offend thee,
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but will ever constant prove,
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Thou hast my heart
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Not to depart,
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But ever constant to remaine,
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And thou hast mine,
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And I am thine,
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Then let us kisse and welcome home.
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