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Second song.

1

It is unfit we should be dumbe,
When beauties like to those of Heaven
To grace our mirths are hither come,
And help to make our measures even.
Then let us dance, and let us sing,
Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring.

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2

Now it is fit our Souls should know
No thought but what is full of pleasure;
That we our sorrows should out-go,
And tread them down in every measure.
Then let us dance and let us sing,
Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring.

3

'Tis mirth that raiseth up the Minde,
And keeps Diseases from the Heart:
Sports harmless never were inclin'd
To cherish vice, but to divert.
Then let us dance, and let us sing,
Till Hills and Dales with Eccho's ring.
Here the Grand Masquers come forth; the Lady's drest like the ancient Goddesses; then the Lar speaks to the Satyre.
Lar.
Satyre sit, and observe a while alone:
For I do mean to mix with these in Dance.

Here they Dance what or as many Set-dances as they please, the Masquers being Men and Women, or onely Women: When they have danced all they intended, the Lar, or one of the Masquers invites the Spectator-Ladyes with this song to joyn with them.