¶Phillidaes Loue-call to her Coridon, and his replying.
Phil.
COridon, arise my Coridon,
Titan shineth cleare:
Cor.
Who is it that calleth Coridon,
who is it that I heare?
Phil.
Phillida thy true-Loue calleth thee,
arise then, arise then;
Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
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- Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
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- 1614.
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arise and keepe thy Flock with me:
Cor.
Phillida my true-Loue, is it she?
I come then, I come then,
I come and keepe my flocke with thee.
Phil.
Here are cherries ripe my Coridon,
eate them for my sake:
Cor.
Here's my Oaten pipe my louely one,
sport for thee to make.
Phil.
Here are threeds my true-Loue, fine as silke,
to knit thee, to knit thee
a paire of stockings white as milke.
Cor.
Here are Reedes my true-Loue, fine and neate,
to make thee, to make thee
a Bonnet to with-stand the heate.
Phil.
I will gather flowers my Coridon,
to set in thy Cap:
Cor.
I will gather Peares my louely one,
to put in thy lap.
Phil.
I will buy my true-Loue Garters gay,
for Sundayes, for Sundayes,
to weare about his legges so tall.
Cor.
I will buy my true-Loue yellow Say,
for Sundayes, for Sundayes,
to weare about her middle small.
Phil.
When my Coridon sits on a hill,
making melodie:
Cor.
When my louely one goes to her wheele
singing cherily.
Phil.
Sure me thinks my true-Loue doth excell
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for sweetnesse, for sweetnesse,
our Pan that old Arcadian Knight:
Cor.
And me thinks my true-Loue beares the bell
for clearenesse, for clearenesse,
beyond the Nimphs that be so bright.
Phil.
Had my Coridon, my Coridon,
beene (alack) my Swaine:
Cor.
Had my louely one, my louely one,
beene in Ida plaine.
Phil.
Cinthia Endimion had refus'd,
preferring, preferring
my Coridon to play with-all:
Cor.
The Queene of Loue had beene excus'd,
bequeathing, bequeathing,
my Phillida the golden ball.
Phil.
Yonder comes my Mother, Coridon,
whether shall I flie?
Cor.
Vnder yonder Beech my louely one,
while she passeth by.
Phil.
Say to her thy true-Loue was not here,
remember, remember,
to morrow is another day:
Cor.
Doubt me not, my true-Loue, doe not feare,
farewell then, farewell then,
heauen keepe our loues alway.
FINIS.
Ignoto.