A musicall dreame. Or The fourth booke of ayres the first part is for the lute, two voyces, and the viole de gambo; the second part is for the lute, the viole and foure voices to sing: the third part is for one voyce alone, or to the lute, the basse viole, or to both if you please, vvhereof, two are Italian ayres. Composed by Robert Iones.

XVIII. (Book 18)

ROBERT IONES.

CANTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAine would I speake but feare to giue offence, makes mee tetire: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 .ii. and in amasement stand, still breathing forth, .ii. my 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 woes in fruitlesse silence, whilst my poore hart is slaine by her faire hands: 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 faire hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes .ii. were 〈♫〉〈♫〉 〈♫〉〈♫〉 leueldat my heart. 〈♫〉〈♫〉

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Those eyes two pointed Diamonds did engraue, VVithin my heart the true and liuely forme, Of that sweet Saint whose pitty most I craue, VVhose absence makes me comfortlesse to mourne, And sighing say (Sweet) would she knew my loue, My plaints perhaps her mind may somewhat moue.

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But if she knew, what if she did reiect, Yet better twere by her sweet doome to die, That she might know my deare loues true effect, Then thus to liue in vnknowne misery, Yet after death it may be she would say, His too much loue did worke his liues decay.

TENOR.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAin would I speak but feare to giue offence offence, makes mee retire .ii. 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and in amazement stand, still breathing forth .ii. my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore heart 〈♫〉〈♫〉 is slame by her fairehand, by her faire hand Faire hands indeed the guiders of the darr, of the dart, that from her 〈♫〉〈♫〉 eyes, that .iii were leuelde at my heart.

BSASVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAin wold I speake but feare to giue offence, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 makes mee retire .ii. and in amazement stand 〈♫〉〈♫〉 and .ii. still breathing forth my woes in fruitlesse 〈♫〉〈♫〉 silence, whilst my poore heart is slaine, is slaine by her 〈♫〉〈♫〉 faire hand, Faire hand indeed the guiders of the 〈♫〉〈♫〉 dart, the guider of the dart, that from her eyes 〈♫〉〈♫〉 were leueld at my heart.

ALTVS.

〈♫〉〈♫〉 FAine would I speake, .ii. but feare to giue offence makes me retire, and in amasement 〈♫〉〈♫〉 stand, still breathing forth, .ii. .ii. forth, whilst my poore heart is slaine by her faire hand, by 〈♫〉〈♫〉 .ii. faire hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes, that .ii. .ii. were 〈♫〉〈♫〉 leueld at my heart.