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The Sheepheard Carillo his Song.
Guarda mi las Vaccas
Carillo, por tu fe,
Besa mi Primero,
Yo te las guardare.
Carillo, por tu fe,
Besa mi Primero,
Yo te las guardare.
I pre-thee keepe my Kine for me
Carillo, wilt thou? Tell.
First let me haue a kisse of thee,
And I will keepe them well.
Carillo, wilt thou? Tell.
First let me haue a kisse of thee,
And I will keepe them well.
If to my charge or them to keepe,
Thou doost commend thy Kine or Sheepe,
For thee I doo suffise:
Because in this I haue beene bred,
But for so much as I haue fed
By viewing thee, mine eyes;
Commaund not me to keepe thy beast:
Because my selfe I can keepe least.
Thou doost commend thy Kine or Sheepe,
Because in this I haue beene bred,
But for so much as I haue fed
By viewing thee, mine eyes;
Commaund not me to keepe thy beast:
Because my selfe I can keepe least.
How can I keepe, I pre-thee tell,
Thy Kie, my selfe that cannot well
defend, nor please thy kinde
As long as I haue serued thee?
But if thou wilt giue vnto me
a kisse to please my minde:
I aske no more for all my paine,
And I will keepe them very faine.
Thy Kie, my selfe that cannot well
defend, nor please thy kinde
As long as I haue serued thee?
But if thou wilt giue vnto me
a kisse to please my minde:
I aske no more for all my paine,
And I will keepe them very faine.
For thee, the gift is not so great
That I doo aske, to keepe thy Neate,
but vnto me it is
A guerdon, that shall make me liue.
Disdaine not then to lend, or giue
so small a gift as this.
But if to it thou canst not frame:
Then giue me leaue to take the same.
That I doo aske, to keepe thy Neate,
but vnto me it is
A guerdon, that shall make me liue.
Disdaine not then to lend, or giue
so small a gift as this.
But if to it thou canst not frame:
Then giue me leaue to take the same.
But if thou doost (my sweet) denie
To recompence me by and by,
thy promise shall relent me:
Heere-after some reward to finde,
Behold how I doo please my minde,
and fauours doo content me,
That though thou speak'st it but in iest:
I meane to take it at the best.
To recompence me by and by,
thy promise shall relent me:
Heere-after some reward to finde,
Behold how I doo please my minde,
and fauours doo content me,
That though thou speak'st it but in iest:
I meane to take it at the best.
Behold how much loue works in me,
And how ill recompenc'd of thee
that with the shadow of
Thy happy fauours (though delay'd)
I thinke my selfe right well appay'd,
although they prooue a scoffe.
Then pitty me, that haue forgot:
My selfe for thee, that carest not.
And how ill recompenc'd of thee
that with the shadow of
Thy happy fauours (though delay'd)
although they prooue a scoffe.
Then pitty me, that haue forgot:
My selfe for thee, that carest not.
O in extreame thou art most faire,
And in extreame vniust despaire
thy cruelty maintaines:
O that thou wert so pittifull
Vnto these torments that doo pull
my soule with sencelesse paines,
As thou shew'st in that face of thine:
Where pitty and mild grace should shine.
And in extreame vniust despaire
thy cruelty maintaines:
O that thou wert so pittifull
Vnto these torments that doo pull
my soule with sencelesse paines,
As thou shew'st in that face of thine:
Where pitty and mild grace should shine.
If that thy faire and sweetest face
Assureth me both peace and grace,
thy hard and cruell hart:
Which in that white breast thou doo'st beare,
Dooth make me tremble yet for feare
thou wilt not end my smart.
In contraries of such a kinde:
Tell me what succour shall I finde?
Assureth me both peace and grace,
thy hard and cruell hart:
Which in that white breast thou doo'st beare,
Dooth make me tremble yet for feare
thou wilt not end my smart.
In contraries of such a kinde:
Tell me what succour shall I finde?
If then young Sheepheardesse thou craue
A Heards-man for thy beast to haue,
with grace thou maist restore
Thy Sheepheard from his barren loue,
For neuer other shalt thou prooue,
that seekes to please thee more:
And who to serue thy turne, will neuer shun,
The nipping frost, and beames of parching Sun.
A Heards-man for thy beast to haue,
with grace thou maist restore
Thy Sheepheard from his barren loue,
For neuer other shalt thou prooue,
that seekes to please thee more:
And who to serue thy turne, will neuer shun,
The nipping frost, and beames of parching Sun.
FINIS.
Bar. Yong.
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