A Pleasant new Song betwixt a Saylor and his
LOVE. To the tune of, Dulcina.
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WHat doth ayle my Love so sadly
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in such heavy dumps to stand?
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Doth she grieve or take unkindly
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that I am so nigh at hand?
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Or doth she vow
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She will not know,
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Nor speak to me when I do come?
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If that be so
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Away Ile go.
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First kiss 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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Then thou mightst have justly spoken
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that I to thee was unkind,
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Or should I take
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Some other Mate,
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Then mightst thou have a cause to mourn,
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But let me dye
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Before that I
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Do so then bid, etc.
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Sooner shall the grass leave growing,
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from the Hare the Hound shall run,
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Husbandmen shall leave their sowing,
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floods 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 shall sing no more but mourn,
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Ere I of thee
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Unmindfull be,
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Then kiss, etc.
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Smile on me be not offended,
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pardon grant for my amisse,
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Let thy favour so befriend me,
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as to seal it with a kiis.
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To me I swear
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Thou art so dear,
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That for thy sake Ile fancy none,
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Then do not frown,
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But sit thee down,
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Sweet kiss, etc.
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If thou hadst provd chast Diana
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since from thee I did depart,
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I have as constant been to thee:
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for on thee fixed was my heart.
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No not for shee,
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Jupiter see,
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Diana in her Tower alone
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Should me intice
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No, ill be nice,
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Then kiss, etc.
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No nor Venus Cupids Mother,
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nor the fairest wife of Jove
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Should Lucretia or some other,
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seek by gifts to win my love,
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Should Hellen fair
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To me compare,
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And unto me for love make mone,
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Yet none of those
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My mind shall please,
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Then kiss and bid me we[l]come home.
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FRom thy sight though I were banisht,
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yet I alwayes was to thee,
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Far more kind then Ulisses
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to his chast Penelope,
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For why away
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He once did stay,
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Ten years and left her all alone,
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But I from thee
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Have not been three,
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Sweet kiss and bid me welcome home.
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Come Sweet-heart and sit down by me,
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and let thy lap my pillow be,
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While sweet sleep my mind beguileth,
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all my dreams shall be on thee,
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I pray thee stay,
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Steal not away,
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Let Lullaby be all thy Song,
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With kisses sweet
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Lull me asleep,
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Sweet kiss, etc.
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The Womans Answer.
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I Have been sad to see how from me
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thou so long from me did stay,
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Yet now I more rejoyce to see thee
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happily arrivd this way.
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Thou from our shore
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Shalt go 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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And hers my hand thourt welcom 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 Suitors well nigh twenty,
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and much ado I had to stay,
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But I denyed
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When they replyed,
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And sent them all away with scorn,
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For I had sworn
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To live forlorn,
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Untill that I see thee come home.
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Seeing thou art home returned,
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thou shalt not go home in hast.
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But lovingly come sit down by me,
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let my arms imbrace thy wast.
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Farewel annoy,
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Welcome my joy,
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Now lullaby shall be thy song,
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For now my heart
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Sings loth to part,
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Then kiss, etc.
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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 remain,
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And thou art mine
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And I am thine,
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Then let us kiss and welcome home.
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