IGNOTO. XLIV. PHILLIDA'S LOVE-CALL. From England's Helicon (1600). Phillida. CORYDON, arise, my Corydon, Titan shineth clear. Corydon. Who is that calleth Corydon, Phillida. Phillida, thy true love, calleth thee, Arise and keep thy flock with me. Corydon. Phillida, my true love, is it she? I come then, I come then, I come and keep my flock with thee. Phillida. Here are cherries ripe, my Corydon, Corydon. Here's my oaten pipe, my lovely one, Phillida. Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, A pair of stockings white as milk. Corydon. Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, To make thee, to make thee A bonnet to withstand the heat. Phillida. I will gather flowers, my Corydon, Corydon. I will gather pears, my lovely one, Phillida. I will buy my true love garters gay, To wear about his legs so tall. Corydon. I will buy my true love yellow say1, To wear about her middle small. Phillida. When my Corydon sits on a hill Corydon. When my lovely one goes to her wheel, Phillida. Sure methinks my true love doth excel Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. Corydon. And methinks my true love bears the bell For clearness, for clearness, Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. Phillida. Had my Corydon, my Corydon, Corydon. Had my lovely one, my lovely one, Phillida. Cynthia Endymion had refused, My Corydon to play withal. Corydon. The queen of love had been excused, My Phillida the golden ball. Phillida. Yonder comes my mother, Corydon, Corydon. Under yonder beech, my lovely one, Phillida. Say to her thy true love was not here: To-morrow is another day. Corydon. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear: Farewell then, farewell then, Heaven keep our loves alway. DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly, White as the sun, fair as the lily, Heigh ho, how I do love thee! I do love thee as my lambs Are beloved of their dams; How blest were I if thou would'st prove me. Diaphenia like the spreading roses, Fair sweet, how I do love thee! I do love thee as each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power; Diaphenia like to all things blessed, Dear joy, how I do love thee! As the birds do love the spring, (M 80) K NICHOLAS BRETON. (1545-1626.) XLVI. OLDEN LOVE-MAKING. Printed by Dr. Grosart in his elaborate edition of Breton's Works from the Cosens MS. Ν IN time of yore when shepherds dwelt Upon the mountain-rocks; And simple people never felt The pain of lovers' mocks: Did sing at lovers' meeting: When hearts could not dissemble. Then "yea" and "nay" was thought an oath And when it came to "faith" and "troth", Then did they talk of curds and cream, Of butter, cheese, and milk; There was no speech of sunny beam Nor of the golden silk. Then for a gift a row of pins, A purse, a pair of knives, Was all the way that love begins; And so the shepherd wives. But now we have so much ado, We cannot be believed; Such choice of jewels, rings, and chains, Ere one can hit on love; XLVII. PHILLIDA AND CORIDON. This was printed in The Queen's Majesty's Entertainment at Elvetham (1591), but it is not supposed that the whole of that Entertainment is by Breton. It also appeared in England's Helicon (1600). N the merry month of May, IN In a morn by break of day, Much ado there was, God wot; He said, he had loved her long; |