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Of 3. voc.

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The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.

[I. Fly Loue aloft, to heauen and looke out Fortune]

Fly Loue aloft, to heauen and looke out Fortune,
Then sweetly, sweetly, sweetly hir importune,
That I from my Calisto best beloued,
As you and she set downe be neuer moued,
And loue, to Carimel see you commend me,
Fortune for his sweet sake, may chaunce befriend mee.

[II. Away, Away; Away, away thou shalt not loue mee.]

Away, Away; Away,
away thou shalt not loue mee.
So shall my loue seeme greater,
And I shall loue the better,
shall it be so? what say you?
Why speake you not, I pray you?
Nay then I know you loue mee,
That so you may disproue mee.

[III. Ay mee, Can euery rumor, Thus start my Ladies humor?]

Ay mee, Can euery rumor,
Thus start my Ladies humor?
Name yee some gallant to hir;
why straight forsooth I woe hir,
Then burst she forth in passion,
You men loue but for fashion,
Yet sure I am that no man,
euer so loued woman,
Yet alas Loue be wary,
For women be contrary.

[IIII. Weepe O mine eies, cease not.]

Weepe O mine eies

Weepe O mine eies, Weep ô mein eies & cease not: Your spring tides out alas, out alas, out alas, me thinkes increase not, Your spring tydes, out alas me thinks, me thinks increase not: Weepe ô mine eies, Weep ô mein eies & cease not: Your spring tides out alas, out alas, out alas, out alas, me thinkes increase not. Your spring tydes, out alas me thinks, me thinks increase not. O when ô when begin you, To swell so high, to swell so high, that I may drowne mee in you? O when, ô when beeginne you, beginne you, to swell so high, that I may drowne mee in you.

[V. Deere pittie how? ah how?]

Deere pittie how? ah how?

Deere pittie how? ah how? wouldst thou become her, Deer pittie how? ah how? wouldst thou become her? That best becōmeth beauties best attyring, Shall my desert, Shal my desert deserue no fauour from her? But still to wast my selfe in deep admiring, Like him that calls to Eccho to relieue him, Still tels and heares the tale, Oh tale that grieues him. Like him that cals to Eccho to relieue him, Still tels and heares the tale, Oh tale that grieues him.

[VI. Yee restles thoughts, that harbour discontent]

Yee restles thoughts, that harbour discontent,
Cease your assaults: and let my hart lament,
And let my tongue haue leaue to tell my griefe,
That she may pittie, though not graunt reliefe.
Pittie would help, (alas) what loue hath almost slaine,
And salue the wound, that festred this disdaine.