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Scen. 7.
Chorus, 1. Song
1.
Shout aloud,Let a cloud
Distill rain
To the plain,
1.
While with mirthWe on earth,
Mercy, Peace,
Each imbrace:
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
2.
It combinesAnd inclines
Man and beast
To a feast.
2.
And Jove soundsTo their rounds,
Making sport
To their sort.
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
3,
Mars put downTo a room
Lower then
Worst of men.
3.
Forc't to beThere is he
With relief
Pining griefe.
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
4.
It's a timeBowls of wine,
Follow game
The self fame,
4.
Go aboutTill they rout
Fancies of
Those that quaff;
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
5.
Within thisAll's a bliss,
Not a sin
Is within,
5.
But all joyNought distroy
The least mite
Of our right;
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
6.
Ceres withHer green sheaf
In the morn
Brings in Corn,
6.
As the skyAll doth die,
Lands and streams
With light beams;
Let him want mercy, peace, and voyce,
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
That cannot play when we rejoyce.
[Chorus.]
Song 2.
1.
The time is all well-nigh spent,Fury begins to rage,
All to War they are fully bent,
Nothing else will asswage.
2.
Now Joves pastimes must give way,Both man and beast must Fear,
Mars must both rule and bear the sway,
It whistles in my ear.
3.
Those that mount even for to passe,Their time in Taverain,
Must look to keep a Fort at last,
Regard their Soveraign.
4.
Ceres dismist is with thatShe hath with labour hew'n,
Drums sound another tune,
Exeunt.
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