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Phyllida
Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
Titan shineth clear.
Corydon
Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?
Phyllida
Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee,
Arise then, arise then,
Arise and keep thy flock with me!
Corydon
Phyllida, my true love, is it she?
I come then, I come then,
I come and keep my flock with thee.
Phyllida
Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon;
Eat them for my sake.
Corydon
Here ‘s my oaten pipe, my lovely one,
Sport for thee to make.
Phyllida
Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk,
To knit thee, to knit thee
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.
Phyllida
When my Corydon sits on a hill
Making melody—
Corydon
When my lovely one goes to her wheel,
Singing cheerily—
Phyllida
Sure methinks my true love doth excel
For sweetness, for sweetness,
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.
Phyllida
Yonder comes my mother, Corydon!
Whither shall I fly?
Corydon
Under yonder beech, my lovely one,
While she passeth by.
Phyllida
Say to her thy true love was not here;
Remember, remember,
Tomorrow is another day.
Corydon
Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear;
Farewell then, farewell then!
Heaven keep our loves alway!
