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Before that I the leasure had, To choose you for my best beloued. For all my loue was past and done: Two dayes before it was begun.
(30) Adiew Loue, &c.
FINIS. Out of M. Birds set Songs.
ΒΆ Lycoris the Nimph, her sad Song. +
I N dewe of Roses, steeping her louely cheekes, Lycoris thus sate weeping. Ah Dorus false, that hast my hart bereft me, And now vnkinde hast left me. (5) Heare alas, oh heare me, Aye me, aye me, Cannot my beautie moue thee? Pitty, yet pitty me, Because I loue thee. (10) Aye me, thou scorn’st the more I pray thee: And this thou do’st, and all to slay me. Why doe then, Kill me, and vaunt thee: Yet my Ghost (15) Still shall haunt thee.
FINIS. Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls.