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Fourth song.
Ladyes enough; we dare not
Tempt you to more then this;
Now may your Servants spare not
To give each of you a kiss:
If we were they you should have them
To recompence your pain:
O happy they that gave them,
And may give them again!
Tempt you to more then this;
Now may your Servants spare not
To give each of you a kiss:
If we were they you should have them
To recompence your pain:
O happy they that gave them,
And may give them again!
'Tis late; Goodnight: go sleep, and may
Soft slumbers crown your eyes till day.
This being sung, the Masquers, the Lar Familiaris,
and the Satyre, go into the Arbour, which closes on
them.
Soft slumbers crown your eyes till day.
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