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Eliza and Alexis,
a Dialogue.
Eliz.
Worthy
Shepherd, cast thy Eyes,
Here thy scorn'd Eliza lies,
And without thy Love she dies:
I prethee then draw near me.
Here thy scorn'd Eliza lies,
And without thy Love she dies:
I prethee then draw near me.
Alex.
Oh! no, fly away, I never more will hear thee.
Faithless Shepherdess, I flie,
'Cause I fear to cast an Eye
In thy Love doth Ruine lie,
I may no more mistake thee,
'Cause I fear to cast an Eye
In thy Love doth Ruine lie,
I may no more mistake thee,
Eliz.
Ay me! I'm undone, My Shepherd will forsake me,
What though I have gone astray,
Wilt thou work my Lifes decay,
Prethee do not turn away,
But once more come and chear me,
Wilt thou work my Lifes decay,
Prethee do not turn away,
But once more come and chear me,
Alex.
Oh! no, fly away, thou never shalt come near me.
Didst thou onely go astray,
When thou wrought'st my Love's decay,
And my Life thou wouldst betray,
What Answer canst thou make me?
El.
When thou wrought'st my Love's decay,
And my Life thou wouldst betray,
What Answer canst thou make me?
Ay me! I'm undone, my Shepherd will forsake me.
I will help to fold thy Sheep,
And my self in Garlands keep,
I will watch whilest thou dost sleep,
No Danger shall come near thee.
Alex.
And my self in Garlands keep,
No Danger shall come near thee.
Oh! no, fly away, I never more will hear thee.
Thou shalt nere come nigh my Sheep,
Least thy Magick work so deep,
That they devour me in my Sleep,
When none are near to wake me.
El.
Least thy Magick work so deep,
That they devour me in my Sleep,
When none are near to wake me.
Ay me! I'm undone, My Shepherd will forsake me.
Dost remember how by slight,
Thou mad'st me thy Quarrell fight?
In hope to have me kill'd out-right,
By Sheep-hooks in a Duell.
El.
Thou mad'st me thy Quarrell fight?
In hope to have me kill'd out-right,
By Sheep-hooks in a Duell.
Sweet Shepherd now forget, or thou wilt be too cruel.
This is onely thy pretence,
That I may be banish'd hence,
Prethee pardon one offence,
I never more will grieve thee.
Al.
That I may be banish'd hence,
Prethee pardon one offence,
I never more will grieve thee.
Dear Danger get thee gone, I never will believe thee.
El.
I will rob the choisest Bowers,
To make Coronets of Flowers,
Merrily we'll spend the howers,
And thou shalt be my Shepherd.
To make Coronets of Flowers,
Merrily we'll spend the howers,
And thou shalt be my Shepherd.
A.
Sweet Syren get thee hence, thou'rt spotted as a Leopard.
If thou dost but touch a Bowre,
Guilt will all the place deflowre,
Thy very smelling doth devour,
And I shall ne'r be merry;
Eliz.
Guilt will all the place deflowre,
And I shall ne'r be merry;
Deer Shepheard take my life, my soul is sick and weary.
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