Totenham Covrt A pleasant comedie |
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The third Scœne.
Enter Bellamie.Bella.
The day begins to breake; and trembling light
As if affrighted with this nights disaster,
Steales through the farthest ayre, and by degrees
Salutes my weary longings. Yet 'tis welcome,
Though it betray me to the worst of fate
Love and desire e're suffer'd. Oh my Worthgood,
Thy presence would have check't these passions;
And shot delight through all the mists of sadnesse,
To guide my feare safe through the paths of danger:
But thou art lost, and all my joyes are fled
Not to returne without thee.
Singing within a farre off.
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New feares assault me. 'Tis a womans voyce.
She sings; and in her musicks cheerefulnesse
Seemes to expresse the freedome of a heart
Not chain'd to any passions. Be propitious
Thou regent o're my fate, and guide her hither
Vnto my comfort.
The Song within.
What a dainty life the milke-maid leads?
when over the flowry meades
She dabbles in the dewe,
And sings to her Cowe;
And feeles not the paine
Of love or disdaine.
She sleepes in the night, though she toyles in the day;
And merrily passeth her time away.
Bella.
when over the flowry meades
She dabbles in the dewe,
And sings to her Cowe;
And feeles not the paine
Of love or disdaine.
She sleepes in the night, though she toyles in the day;
And merrily passeth her time away.
What a blest state is this? the minds content
Sweeten's all sufferings of th'afflicted sense.
Those that are bred in labour thinke it sport
Aboue the soft delights which wanton appetite
Begets for others, whom indulgent fortune
Prefers in her degrees; though equall nature
Made all alike. Oh, might I change my misery
For such a shape of quiet.
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