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arise and keepe thy Flock with me:
Cor. Phillida my true-Loue, is it she? I come then, I come then, (10) I come and keepe my flocke with thee.
Phil. Here are cherries ripe my Coridon, eate them for my sake:
Cor. Here’s my Oaten pipe my louely one, sport for thee to make.
Phil. (15) Here are threeds my true-Loue, fine as silke, to knit thee, to knit thee a paire of stockings white as milke.
Cor. Heere are Reedes my true-Loue, fine and neate, to make thee, to make thee (20) a Bonnet to with-stand the heate.
Phil. I will gather flowers my Coridon, to set in thy Cap:
Cor. I will gather Peares my louely one, to put in thy lap.
Phil. (25) I will buy my true-Loue Garters gay, for Sundayes, for Sundayes, to weare about his legges so tall:
Cor. I will buy my true-Loue yellow Say, for Sundayes, for Sundayes, (30) to weare about her middle small.
Phil. When my Coridon sits on a hill, making melodie:
Cor. When my louely one goes to her wheelesinging cherily.
Phil. (35) Sure me thinks my true-Loue dooth excell