August.
Per.My sheepe did leaue theyr wonted foode,
Wil.hey ho seely sheepe,
Per.And gazd on her, as they were wood,
Wil.Woode as he, that did them keepe.
Per.As the bonilasse passed bye,
Wil.hey ho bonilasse,
Per.She roude at me with glauncing eye,
Wil.as cleare as the christall glasse:
Per.All as the Sunnye beame so bright,
Wil.hey ho the Sunne beame,
Per.Glaunceth from Phœbus face forthright,
Wil.so loue into my hart did streame:
Per.Or as the thonder cleaues the cloudes,
Wil.hey ho the Thonder,
Per.Wherein the lightsome leuin shroudes,
Wil.so cleaues thy soule a sonder:
Per.Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye
Wil.hey ho the Moonelight,
Per.Vpon the glyttering waue doth playe:
Wil.such play is a pitteous plight.
Per.The glaunce into my heart did glide,
Wil.hey ho the glyder,
Per.Therewith my soule was sharply gryde,
Wil.such woundes soone wexen wider.
Per.Hasting to raunch the arrow cut,
Wil.hey ho Perigot,
Per.I left the head in my hart roote:
Wil.it was a desperate shot.
Per.There it ranckleth ay more and more,
Wil.hey ho the arrowe,
Per.Ne can I find salue for my sore:
Wil.loue is a carelesse sorrowe.
Per.And though my bale with death I bought.
Wil.hey ho heauie cheere,
Per.Yet should thilk lasse not from my thought:
Wil.so you may buye gold to deare.
Wil.hey ho seely sheepe,
Per.And gazd on her, as they were wood,
Wil.Woode as he, that did them keepe.
Per.As the bonilasse passed bye,
Wil.hey ho bonilasse,
Per.She roude at me with glauncing eye,
Wil.as cleare as the christall glasse:
Per.All as the Sunnye beame so bright,
Wil.hey ho the Sunne beame,
Per.Glaunceth from Phœbus face forthright,
Wil.so loue into my hart did streame:
Per.Or as the thonder cleaues the cloudes,
Wil.hey ho the Thonder,
Per.Wherein the lightsome leuin shroudes,
Wil.so cleaues thy soule a sonder:
Per.Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye
Wil.hey ho the Moonelight,
Per.Vpon the glyttering waue doth playe:
Wil.such play is a pitteous plight.
Per.The glaunce into my heart did glide,
Wil.hey ho the glyder,
Per.Therewith my soule was sharply gryde,
Wil.such woundes soone wexen wider.
Per.Hasting to raunch the arrow cut,
Wil.hey ho Perigot,
Per.I left the head in my hart roote:
Wil.it was a desperate shot.
Per.There it ranckleth ay more and more,
Wil.hey ho the arrowe,
Per.Ne can I find salue for my sore:
Wil.loue is a carelesse sorrowe.
Per.And though my bale with death I bought.
Wil.hey ho heauie cheere,
Per.Yet should thilk lasse not from my thought:
Wil.so you may buye gold to deare.
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