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Ayres and Dialogues

(To be Sung to the Theorbo-Lute or Base-Violl)

Gamble, John

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(12) Prethee trouble me no more

[I]

Prethee trouble me no more;
I will drink, bee mad, and rore:
Alcmæ'on and Orestes grew
Mad, when they their Mothers slew:
But I no man having kill'd
Am with hurtlesse fury fill'd;

II

Hercules with madnesse strook;
Bent his Bow, his Quiver shook;
Ajax mad, did fiercely wield
Hectors Sword, and graspt his Shield:
I nor Spear nor Target have,
But this Cup (my weapon) wave:

The Close.

Crown'd with roses, thus for more
Wine I call, drink, dance, and rore.