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Ayres and dialogues

For One, Two, and Three Voyces. By Henry Lawes ... The First Booke

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A Pastorall Dialogue betwixt Cleon and Cælia.
 
 
 
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A Pastorall Dialogue betwixt Cleon and Cælia.

As Cælia rested in the shade with Cleon by her side
Cho.

As Cælia rested in the shade with Cleon by her side, the Swain thus courted the yong Mayd, and thus the Nimph reply'd.


Cleon.

Sweet let thy captive fetters wear made by thine arms & hands, 'till such as thraldome scorn, or fear, envy those happy bands.


Cælia.

Then thus my willing arms I wind about thee, and am so thy pris'ner, for my selfe I bind untill I let thee go.


Cle.

Happy that slave whom the fair foe ties in so soft a chain.


Cæl.

Far happier I, but that I know thou


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wilt break loose again.


Cle.

By thy immortall Beauties never.


Cæl.

Fraile as thy Love's thine Oath.


Cle.

Though beauty faile my faith lasts ever.


Cæl.

Time will destroy them both.


Cle.

I doat not on that snow-white skin.


Cæl.

What then?


Cle.

Thy purer mind.


Cæl.

It lov'd too soon.


Cle.

Thou hadst not been so fair, if not so kind.


Cæl.

O strange vain fancy!


Cle.

But yet true.


Cæl.

Prove it.


Cle.

Then make a Brade of those loose flames which circle you, my Sun's & yet your shade.


Cæl.

'Tis done.


Cle.

Now give it me.


Cæl.

Thus thou shalt thine own errour find; if these were Beauties, I am now lesse fair, because


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more kind.


Cle.

You shall confesse you erre, that hair, shall it not change the hew, or leave the golden Mountain bare?


Cæl.

Aye me, it is too true.


Cle.

But this small wreath shall ever stay in the first native prime, and smiling when the rest decay, the Triumph sing of Time.


Cæl.

Then let me cut from thy fair Grove one branch, and let that be an Emblem of Eternall Love, for such is mine to thee.


Both together.

Thus are vve both redeem'd from Time.


Cle.

I, by thy grace.


Cæl.

And I, shall live in thy immortall Rimes untill the Muses dy.


Cle.

By Heav'n.


Cæl.

Swear not, if I must weep, Jove shall not laugh at


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me, this kisse, my heart, and thy faith keep.


Cle.

This breath's my soule to thee.


Cho.

Then forth the thicket Thirsis rusht, where he saw all the play, the Swain stood still, and smil'd, and blush'd, the Nimph fled fast away.