An excelent Ditty, called
The Shepheards woing faire Dulcina.
To a new tune called Dulcina.
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AS at noone Dulcina rested,
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In her sweet and shady bower,
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Came a Shepheard and requested,
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in her lap to sleepe an hower:
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But from her looke,
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A wound he tooke,
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so deepe, that for a further boone,
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The Nimph he prayes,
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Whereto she sayes,
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Forgoe mee now come to me soone.
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But in vaine she did conjure him,
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for to leave her presence so:
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Having thousand means to allure him,
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and but one to let him goe.
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Where lips invite,
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And eyes delight,
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and Cheekes as fresh as Rose in June,
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Perswades to stay,
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What bootes to say,
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Forgoe me now, come to me soone.
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Words whose hopes might have injoyned
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him to let Dulcina sleepe:
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Could a mans love be confined,
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Or a maid her promise keepe:
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[?] for her wast,
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[?] held as fast,
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[?] was constant to her tune:
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[?]hee spake,
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[?]ds sake,
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[Forgoe] me now etc.
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He demands what time or leasure,
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can there be more fit then now:
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She sayes men may say their pleasure
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yet I of it doe not alow:
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The Sunnes cleare light,
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Shineth more bright,
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quoth he more fairer then the Moone:
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For her to prayse,
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He loves, shee saies
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forgoe mee now etc.
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But no promise nor profession,
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from his hands could purchase scope,
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Who would sell the sweete possession,
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of such beautie for a hope:
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Or for the sight,
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Of lingring night,
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forgoe the pleasant joyes of noone:
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Though none so faire,
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Her speeches were
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forgoe me now etc.
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Now at last agreed these lovers,
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she was fayre and hee was young,
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If youle beleeve me I will tell yee:
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true love fixed lasteth long.
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He said my deere,
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My love not feare
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bright Phoebus beames outshines the moone
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Dulcina Prayes,
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And to him sayes,
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forgoe me now come to me soone.
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The Second Part of faire Dulcina,
To the same tune.
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DAy was spent and night approached,
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Venus faire was Lovers friend,
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Shee intreated bright Apollo,
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that his Steeds there race might end.
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He could not say,
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This Goddesse nay,
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but granted loves faire Queene her boone
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The Shepheard came,
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To this faire Dame,
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forgoe me now etc.
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Sweete he said as I did promise,
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I am now returnd againe:
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Long delay you know breeds danger,
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and to Lovers bringeth payne.
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The Nimph said then
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Above all men
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still welcome shepheard morne or noone,
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The Sepheard prayes,
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Dulcina sayes
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Shepheard I doubt th'art come too soone.
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When that bright Aurora blushed
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came the Shepheard to his deere:
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Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,
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and the noone approached neere:
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Yet still away,
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The Nimph did say,
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The Shepheard he fell in a swoone.
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At length shee said,
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Be not affraid
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Forgoe me now etc.
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With griefe of hart the Shephard hasted
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up the mountaines to his flockes:
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Then he tooke a reede and piped
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Eccho sounded through the rockes,
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Thus did he play
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And wisht the day,
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were spent and night were come ere noone
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Then silent night
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Is loves delight,
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Ile goe to faire Dulcina soone.
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Beauties Darling, faire Dulcina,
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like to Venus for her love,
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Spent away the day in passion,
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mourning like the turtle-dove:
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melodiously,
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Notes low and hie,
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she warbled forth this dolefull tune,
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Oh come againe,
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Sweete Shepheard swaine,
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thou canst not be with me to soone.
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When as Thetis in her Pallace
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had receivd the Prince of light,
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Came in Corridon the Shepheard,
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to his love and heartes delight.
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Then Pan did play,
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The Wood Nimphes they,
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did skip and daunce to heare the tune,
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Hymen did say,
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Tis Holy-day,
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Forgoe me now come to me soone.
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