[XIII. Arise, awake, you silly shepherds sleeping]
Arise, awake, awake, awake you silly shepherds sleeping
Arise, awake, awake, awake you silly shepherds sleeping, awake, awake Deuise, some honour for her sake to banish weeping, by mirth to banish weeping, Loe wher she comes, she comes in gaudie
greene araying, A Prince, of beauty rich and
rare, for her delighting, Pretends to goe a Maying, You stately Nymphs draw neere, and
strew your pathes with Roses, In you her trust reposes,
Then sang the shepherds and Nimphs of Diana, Long
liue faire Oriana,
