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II. SONG.
Entertainment of the Forests Queen.
Welcome , thrice welcome to this shady Green,Our long wish'd Cinthia, the Forests Queen,
The Trees begin to bud, the glad Birds sing,
In Winter chang'd by her into the Spring.
We know no night,
Perpetual light
Dawns from your eye.
You being near,
We cannot fear,
Though death stood by.
From you our Swords take edge our Hearts grow bold.
From you in Fee, their lives your Liegemen hold.
These Groves your Kingdom, and our Law your will;
Smile, and we spare; but if you frown, we kill.
Bless then the hour
That gives the power
In which you may,
At Bed and Board
Embrace your Lord
Both night and day.
Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady Green.
Our long wish'd Cinthia, the Forests Queen.
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