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THE Artful SHEPHERDESS.
A CANTATA.
RECIT.
The fair PastoraSat in a shady Grove,
With Coridon her darling Swain
Prostrate before her;
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But the resentless Fair,
With Air disdainful,
Thus answer'd all his Protestations:
AIR.
The Groves, the Plains,The Nymphs, the Swains,
The Silver Stream, the cooling Shade,
All, all declare
How false you are;
How many Hearts you have betray'd:
Ungrateful! go,
Too well I know
Your fatal, false deluding Art;
To ev'ry she,
(As well as me)
You make an Off'ring of your Heart.
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Slow AIR.
Yes, I will leave you, cruel Maid!
Your dread Command shall be obey'd.
Your dread Command shall be obey'd.
But know, thou charming Tyrant, know,
From you to certain Death I go.
From you to certain Death I go.
RECIT.
This said, with Eyes expressing deadly Resolution,The melancholy Shepherd took his leave.
The artful Shepherdess is at a stand;
Resolv'd, howe'er, she will not lose him so,
With Looks aluring, and a Syren's Voice,
She kindly thus recalls him:
AIR.
Turn, turn again,
My dearest Swain!
Gentler Usage you shall find.
My dearest Swain!
Gentler Usage you shall find.
You have my Heart,
But want the Art
Of truly reading Woman-kind.
But want the Art
Of truly reading Woman-kind.
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