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