[VII. In dewe of roses]
In dewe of roses
In dewe of roses, of roses steeping
hir louely cheekes Lycoris thus satt weeping.
In dewe of roses, In dewe of roses steeping, hir louely cheekes Lycoris
Lycoris thus satt weeping. Ah Dorus falce ye hast my hart bereft
mee, and now vnkind hast lest mee, heare alas heare ô heare mee, ay
mee, ay mee, can not my bewty moue thee? Pitty thē, pitty mee because I
loue thee: Ay mee, thou skorn'st the more I praye thee, and this thou
doest to slaie mee. thou doest; to slaye mee. thou skorn'st the more I
praye thee, and all to slaie mee, yea this thou doest thou doest to slaie
mee. Ah doe then, then doe kill mee and vaunt thee, kil mee:
yet my ghost still shall haunt yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.
