To bed, to bed! Come, Hymen, lead the bride (Beaumont and Fletcher) To the Ocean now I fly (Milton) Trip and go! heave and ho! (Nashe) Trip it, gipsies, trip it fine (Middleton and Rowley). Under the greenwood tree (Shakespeare) Victorious men of earth, no more (Shirley) Wake all the dead! what ho! what ho! (Davenant). PAGE 99 219 23 158 136 43 141 188 227 60 170 190 150 48 Weep eyes, break heart! (Middleton) Weep no more for what is past (Davenant) 164 221 Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan (John Fletcher) Weep, weep, ye woodmen! wail (Munday) Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady green (Massinger) 137 86 177 (Peele) Welladay, welladay, poor Colin, thou art going to the ground What a dainty life the milkmaid leads (Nabbes) 15 What bird so sings, yet so does wail? (Lyly) What makes me so unnimbly rise (Townshend) . What powerful charms my streams do bring (John Fletcher). What thing is love? for, well I wot, love is a thing (Peele). When daffodils begin to peer (Shakespeare) When daisies pied and violets blue (Shakespeare) When that I was and a little tiny boy (Shakespeare) Whenas the rye reach to the chin (Peele) 53 31 42 19 Where did you borrow that last sigh (Berkley) 228 Where the bee sucks, there suck I (Shakespeare). While you here do snoring lie (Shakespeare) Whilst we sing the doleful knell (Swetnam, the Woman-Hater). Who is Silvia? what is she (Shakespeare) Why art thou slow, thou rest of trouble, Death (Massinger) Why so pale and wan, fond lover (Suckling) . 191 Will you buy any tape (Shakespeare) PAGE 55 148 178 Ye little birds that sit and sing (Heywood) 145 89 182 LYRICS FROM THE DRAMATISTS. From JOHN LYLY's Alexander and Campaspe, 1584.1 CARDS AND KISSES. UPID and my Campaspe played CUP At cards for kisses-Cupid paid; His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); O Love! has she done this to thee? 1 Lyly's songs are not found in the original editions of his plays. They first appeared in the collective edition of 1632. B WH SPRING'S WELCOME. WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail? “Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, Brave prick-song!1 who is't now we hear? The morn not waking till she sings. 1 "Harmony written or pricked down in opposition to plainsong, where the descant rested with the will of the singer."Chappell. (The nightingale's song, being full of rich variety, is often termed prick-song by old writers. So they speak of the cuckoo's plain-song.) 2 ་་ Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings." Cymbeline, iii. 2. From JOHN LYLY's Sappho and O CRUEL LOVE! CRUEL Love, on thee I lay My curse, which shall strike blind the day; Charm thine eyes with sacred wand; Thy prison-mates groans, sighs, and tears, The bed thou liest on be1 despair, Thy sleep fond dreams, thy dreams long care. Mock2 thee till madness strike thee dead, As, Phao, thou dost me with thy proud eyes; 1 Old ed. "by." 2 Old ed. "mockes." |