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         Jones, Robert, fl. 1597-1615.
      
       
         
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             A musicall dreame. Or The fourth booke of ayres the first part is for the lute, two voyces, and the viole de gambo; the second part is for the lute, the viole and foure voices to sing: the third part is for one voyce alone, or to the lute, the basse viole, or to both if you please, vvhereof, two are Italian ayres. Composed by Robert Iones.
             Jones, Robert, fl. 1597-1615.
          
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           Songs with instrumental ensemble -- Early works to 1800.
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           A
           MVSICALL
           DREAME
           .
        
         
           OR
           THE
           FOVRTH
           BOOKE
           OF
           AYRES
           .
        
         
           The
           First
           part
           is
           for
           the
           Lute
           ,
           two
           Voyces
           ,
           and
           the
           Viole
           de
           Gambo
           ;
           The
           
             Second
             part
             is
             for
             the
             Lute
             ,
             the
             Uiole
             and
             foure
             Uoices
             to
             Sing
             :
             The
             Third
             part
          
           is
           for
           one
           Voyce
           alone
           ,
           or
           to
           the
           Lute
           ,
           the
           Basse
           Viole
           ,
           or
           to
           both
           if
           you
           please
           ,
           
             VVhereof
             ,
             two
             are
             Italian
             Ayres
             .
          
        
         
           Composed
           by
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             Que
             prosunt
             singula
             ,
             multa
             iuuant
             .
          
        
         
           
             THOV
             SHALT
             LABOR
             FOR
             PEACE
             PLENTIE
          
        
         
           LONDON
           Imprinted
           by
           IOHN
           WINDET
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           be
           solde
           by
           SIMON
           WATERSON
           ,
           in
           Powles
           
             Church-yeard
             ,
             at
             the
             Signe
             of
             :
             he
             Crowne
             .
          
           1609.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           RIGHT
           WORSHIPFVLL
           AND
           WORthy
           Gentleman
           ,
           Sir
           IOHN
           LEVINTHORPE
           Knight
           
             perpetuall
             Happinesse
             and
             Content
          
           .
        
         
           IT
           is
           not
           vnknowne
           vnto
           your
           wel
           deseruing
           selfe
           ,
           Right
           VVorshipfull
           ,
           that
           not
           long
           since
           I
           tooke
           my
           
             Ultimum
             vale
          
           ,
           with
           a
           resoluing
           in
           my selfe
           ,
           neuer
           to
           publish
           any
           workes
           of
           the
           same
           Nature
           and
           Fashion
           ,
           whereupon
           I
           betooke
           me
           to
           the
           ease
           of
           my
           Pillow
           ,
           where
           Somnus
           hauing
           taken
           possession
           of
           my
           eyes
           ,
           and
           Morpheus
           the
           charge
           of
           my
           senses
           ;
           it
           happened
           mee
           to
           fall
           into
           a
           Musical
           dreame
           ,
           wherein
           I
           chanced
           to
           haue
           many
           opinions
           and
           extrauagant
           humors
           of
           diuers
           Natures
           and
           Conditions
           ,
           some
           of
           modest
           mirth
           ,
           some
           of
           amorcus
           Loue
           ,
           and
           some
           of
           most
           diuine
           contemplation
           ;
           all
           these
           I
           hope
           ,
           shall
           not
           giue
           any
           distaste
           to
           the
           eares
           ,
           or
           dislike
           to
           the
           mind
           ,
           eyther
           in
           their
           words
           ,
           or
           in
           their
           seuer
           all
           sounds
           ,
           although
           it
           is
           not
           necessarie
           to
           relate
           or
           diuulge
           all
           Dreames
           or
           Phantasies
           that
           Opinion
           begets
           in
           sleepe
           ,
           or
           happeneth
           to
           the
           mindes
           appar●tion
           .
           And
           continuing
           long
           in
           this
           my
           dreaming
           slumber
           ,
           I
           began
           to
           awake
           ,
           and
           vpon
           my
           eyes
           vnclosing
           ,
           I
           bethought
           my selfe
           ,
           being
           full
           awaked
           ,
           aduising
           in
           my
           mind
           ,
           whome
           to
           elect
           and
           chuse
           as
           a
           Patrone
           for
           the
           same
           ,
           I
           was
           easily
           inuited
           to
           make
           choice
           of
           your
           VVorship
           ,
           as
           one
           to
           whome
           I
           necessarily
           ought
           both
           loue
           and
           duety
           ,
           And
           howsoeuer
           I
           might
           feare
           that
           you
           wil
           not
           acknowledge
           it
           ,
           yet
           in
           that
           Nature
           hath
           inriched
           you
           with
           more
           then
           ordinarie
           knowledge
           in
           this
           Art
           ,
           beeing
           a
           witnes
           of
           that
           Loue
           which
           you
           haue
           alwayes
           afforded
           to
           Musicke
           ,
           I
           emboldened
           my selfe
           the
           rather
           to
           present
           it
           vnto
           you
           .
           Accept
           it
           then
           (
           good
           Sir
           )
           as
           a
           Token
           of
           vnfained
           Loue
           ,
           and
           a
           debt
           worthily
           due
           vnto
           you
           for
           your
           many
           fauours
           done
           to
           him
           that
           is
        
         
           
             At
             your
             Worships
             commaund
             .
             ROBERT
             IONES
             .
          
        
         
         
         
         
      
       
         
         
           To
           all
           Musicall
           Murmurers
           ,
           This
           Greeting
           .
        
         
           THou
           ,
           whose
           eare
           itches
           with
           the
           varietie
           of
           opinion
           ,
           hearing
           thine
           owne
           sound
           ,
           as
           the
           Ecchoe
           reuerberating
           others
           substance
           ,
           and
           vnprofitable
           in
           it selfe
           ,
           shewes
           to
           the
           World
           comfortable
           noyse
           ,
           though
           to
           thy
           owne
           vse
           little
           pleasure
           ,
           by
           reason
           of
           vncharitable
           censure
           .
           I
           speake
           to
           thee
           musicall
           Momus
           ,
           thou
           from
           whose
           nicetie
           ,
           numbers
           as
           easily
           passe
           ,
           as
           drops
           fall
           in
           the
           showre
           ,
           but
           with
           lesse
           profite
           .
           I
           compare
           thee
           to
           the
           hie
           way
           dust
           that
           flies
           into
           mens
           eyes
           ,
           and
           will
           not
           thence
           without
           much
           trouble
           ,
           for
           thou
           in
           thy
           dispersed
           iudgement
           ,
           not
           onely
           art
           offensiue
           to
           seeing
           knowledge
           ,
           but
           most
           faulty
           false
           to
           deseruing
           industry
           ,
           picking
           moates
           out
           of
           the
           most
           pure
           Bisse
           ,
           and
           smoothing
           the
           plainest
           veluet
           ,
           when
           onely
           thine
           owne
           opinion
           is
           more
           wrinckled
           and
           more
           vitious
           in
           it selfe
           ,
           then
           grosser
           soyle
           ,
           so
           that
           as
           a
           brush
           infected
           with
           filth
           ,
           thou
           rather
           soylest
           then
           makest
           perfect
           any
           way
           .
           I
           haue
           stood
           at
           thine
           elbow
           ,
           and
           heard
           thee
           prophane
           euen
           Musickes
           best
           Note
           ,
           and
           with
           thy
           vntunde
           rellish
           Sol
           Fade
           most
           ignobly
           .
           I
           am
           assured
           ,
           and
           I
           care
           not
           greatly
           ,
           that
           thou
           wilt
           lay
           to
           my
           charge
           ,
           my
           whilome
           vow
           ,
           Neuer
           againe
           ,
           because
           I
           promised
           as
           much
           :
           but
           vnderstand
           me
           thou
           vns
           kilfull
           descanter
           ,
           deriue
           from
           that
           Note
           of
           Plaine
           Song
           charitable
           numbers
           ,
           and
           thou
           shalt
           find
           harsh
           voices
           are
           often
           a
           Note
           aboue
           Ela
           reduced
           by
           truer
           iudgement
           ,
           which
           I
           bereaue
           thee
           of
           ,
           knowing
           thy
           Rules
           ,
           are
           as
           our
           new
           come
           Lutes
           ,
           being
           of
           many
           stringes
           ,
           not
           easily
           vsed
           ,
           vnlesse
           in
           aduenture
           ,
           till
           practise
           put
           forward
           into
           deseruing
           Diuision
           .
           This
           my
           aduenture
           is
           no
           deed
           but
           a
           dreame
           ,
           and
           what
           are
           dreames
           ,
           but
           airie
           possessions
           ,
           and
           seuerall
           ayres
           ,
           breathing
           harmonious
           whisperings
           ,
           though
           to
           thee
           discord
           ,
           yet
           to
           others
           indifferent
           ,
           I
           will
           not
           say
           excellent
           ,
           because
           it
           is
           an
           others
           office
           not
           mine
           ,
           but
           let
           them
           be
           as
           they
           are
           ,
           others
           profites
           and
           my
           paines
           ,
           set
           forth
           for
           pleasure
           ,
           not
           for
           purposed
           poyson
           to
           infect
           imagination
           ,
           no
           ,
           but
           as
           a
           showre
           falling
           in
           a
           needfull
           season
           ,
           so
           I
           flatter
           my selfe
           at
           least
           ,
           and
           will
           say
           so
           euer
           by
           any
           other
           ,
           whose
           labour
           shall
           vplift
           Musicall
           meditation
           ,
           the
           onely
           wing
           of
           true
           courage
           ,
           being
           the
           most
           pleasing
           voice
           of
           man
           ,
           whose
           sweetenes
           reacheth
           vnto
           heauen
           it selfe
           .
           It
           is
           hard
           if
           al
           this
           paines
           reape
           not
           good
           commendations
           ,
           and
           it
           is
           water
           wrung
           out
           of
           a
           Flint
           in
           thee
           ,
           sith
           thou
           neuer
           thinkst
           well
           of
           any
           ,
           and
           wert
           in
           thy selfe
           so
           vnskilfull
           euer
           ,
           as
           thy
           Tutor
           from
           the
           first
           howre
           could
           neuer
           make
           thee
           sing
           in
           Tune
           ;
           be
           as
           thou
           art
           a
           lumpe
           of
           deformity
           without
           fashion
           ,
           bredde
           in
           the
           bowels
           of
           disdaine
           ,
           and
           brought
           forth
           by
           bewitcht
           Megaera
           ,
           the
           fatall
           Widwife
           to
           all
           true
           merite
           .
        
         
           Giue
           me
           leaue
           to
           depart
           ,
           or
           if
           not
           ,
           without
           it
           I
           am
           gone
           ,
           carelesse
           of
           thy
           censuring
           ,
           and
           fully
           perswaded
           thou
           canst
           not
           thinke
           well
           ,
           and
           therefore
           art
           curst
           in
           thy
           Cradle
           ,
           neuer
           to
           be
           but
           cruell
           ,
           and
           being
           borne
           with
           teeth
           in
           thy
           head
           ,
           bitst
           euery
           one
           harmeles
           in
           this
           or
           what
           else
           honest
           industry
           ,
           makes
           thy
           earegossip
           too
           .
        
         
           Farewell
           if
           thou
           wilt
           in
           kindnesse
           ,
           or
           hold
           thy selfe
           from
           further
           carping
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           A
           TABLE
           CONtaining
           all
           the
           Songes
           in
           
             this
             Booke
          
           .
        
         
           
             THough
             your
             strangenes
             frets
             my
             heart
             ,
             1
          
           
             Sweet
             Kate
             of
             lateranne
             away
             ,
             2
          
           
             Once
             did
             I
             serue
             a
             cruell
             heart
             3
          
           
             Will
             said
             to
             his
             Mammy
             ,
             that
             he
             would
             goe
             woe
             4
          
           
             Harke
             ,
             harke
             ,
             wot
             you
             what
             5
          
           
             My
             complayning
             is
             but
             faining
             6
          
           
             On
             a
             time
             in
             summers
             season
             ,
             7
          
           
             Farewel
             fond
             youth
             ,
             if
             thou
             hadst
             not
             beene
             blind
             8
          
           
             How
             should
             I
             shew
             my
             loue
             vnto
             my
             loue
             9
          
           
             O
             he
             is
             gone
             and
             I
             am
             here
             10
          
           
             And
             is
             it
             night
             ,
             are
             they
             thine
             eyes
             that
             shine
             11
          
           
             She
             hath
             an
             eye
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             12
          
           
             I
             know
             not
             what
             ,
             yet
             that
             I
             feele
             is
             much
             ,
             13
          
           
             Griefe
             of
             my
             best
             loues
             absenting
             14
          
           
             If
             in
             this
             flesh
             where
             thou
             indrencht
             dost
             lie
             ,
             15
          
           
             O
             thred
             of
             life
             when
             thou
             art
             spent
             16
          
           
             When
             I
             sit
             reading
             all
             alone
             .
             17
          
           
             Faine
             would
             I
             speake
             ,
             but
             feare
             to
             giue
             offence
             18
          
           
             In
             Sherwood
             liude
             stout
             Robin
             Hood
             ,
             19
          
           
             
               Ite
               Caldi
               sospiri
            
             ,
             20
          
           
             
               Samor
               non
               è
               che
               dunque
            
             .
             21
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           I.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             THough
             your
             strangenes
             frets
             my
             heart
             ,
             yet
             must
             I
             not
             com
             plaine
             ,
             You
             perswade
             me
             t
             is
             but
             Art
             which
             secret
             loue
             must
             faine
             ,
             
             
             If
             another
             you
             af
             fect
             ,
             t
             is
             but
             a
             toy
             to
             a
             uoide
             suspect
             ,
             Is
             this
             faire
             excusing
             ,
             
             
             O
             no
             O
             no
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             O
             no
             no
             no
             no
             no
             all
             is
             abu
             sing
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               When
               your
               wisht
               sight
               I
               desire
               ,
            
             
               Suspition
               you
               pretend
               ,
            
             
               Causlesse
               you
               your selfe
               retire
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               in
               vaine
               attend
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               a
               louer
               as
               you
               say
               ,
            
             
               Still
               made
               more
               eager
               by
               delay
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               faire
               excusing
               .
            
             
               O
               no
               ,
               all
               is
               abusing
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               When
               another
               holds
               your
               hand
               ,
            
             
               You
               le
               sweare
               I
               hold
               your
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               my
               riuall
               close
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               sit
               farre
               apart
               ,
            
             
               I
               am
               neerer
               yet
               then
               they
               ,
            
             
               Hid
               in
               your
               bosome
               as
               you
               say
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               faire
               excusing
               ,
            
             
               O
               no
               all
               is
               abusing
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               Would
               a
               riuall
               then
               I
               were
               ,
            
             
               Some
               else
               your
               secret
               friend
               ,
            
             
               So
               much
               lesser
               should
               I
               feare
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               so
               much
               attend
               ,
            
             
               They
               enioy
               you
               euery
               one
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               must
               I
               seeme
               your
               friend
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Is
               this
               faire
               excusing
               ,
            
             
               O
               no
               all
               is
               abusing
               ,
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             THough
             yout
             strangenesse
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             THough
             your
             strangenesse
             frets
             my
             heart
             ,
             yet
             must
             I
             not
             complaine
             .
             You
             perswade
             mee
             t
             is
             but
             art
             ,
             which
             secret
             loue
             must
             faine
             .
             If
             an
             other
             you
             affect
             ,
             t
             is
             but
             a
             toy
             to
             
             auoide
             suspect
             ,
             Is
             this
             faire
             excusing
             O
             no
             O
             no
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             no
             ,
             no
             no
             no
             no
             all
             is
             a
             busing
             ,
             
             O
             no
             O
             no
             .ii.
             .ii.
             no
             no
             no
             no
             no
             all
             is
             a
             busing
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           II.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             SSweete
             Kate
             of
             late
             ran
             away
             and
             left
             me
             playning
             .
             A
             bide
             I
             cride
             or
             I
             die
             with
             thy
             dis
             dayning
             .
             
             
             Te
             hee
             hee
             quoth
             shee
             gladly
             would
             I
             see
             any
             man
             to
             die
             with
             louing
             Neuer
             any
             yet
             died
             of
             such
             a
             
             
             fitte
             :
             Neither
             haue
             I
             feare
             of
             prouing
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Vnkind
               ,
            
             
               I
               find
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               delight
               is
               in
               tormenting
               ,
            
             
               Abide
               ,
            
             
               I
               cride
               ,
            
             
               Or
               I
               die
               with
               thy
               consenting
               .
            
             
               Te
               hee
               hee
               quoth
               she
               ,
            
             
               Make
               no
               foole
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               Men
               I
               know
               haue
               oathes
               at
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               But
               their
               hopes
               attaind
               ,
            
             
               They
               bewray
               they
               faind
               ,
            
             
               And
               their
               oathes
               are
               kept
               at
               leasure
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               Her
               words
            
             
               Like
               swords
               ,
            
             
               Cut
               my
               sorry
               heart
               in
               sunder
               ,
            
             
               Her
               floutes
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               doubts
               ,
            
             
               Kept
               my
               heart
               affections
               vnder
               .
            
             
               Te
               hee
               hee
               quoth
               shee
               ,
            
             
               What
               a
               foole
               is
               he
               ,
            
             
               Stands
               in
               awe
               of
               once
               denying
               ,
            
             
               Cause
               I
               had
               inough
               ,
            
             
               To
               become
               more
               rough
               ,
            
             
               So
               I
               did
               ,
               O
               happy
               trying
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BSASVS
             .
          
           
             
             SWeet
             Kate.
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             SWeete
             Kate
             of
             late
             ,
             ranne
             away
             and
             left
             me
             playning
             ,
             A
             bide
             I
             cride
             ,
             or
             I
             die
             with
             thy
             disdayning
             ,
             He
             hee
             hee
             quoth
             shee
             gladly
             
             would
             I
             see
             ,
             any
             man
             to
             die
             with
             louing
             :
             Neuer
             any
             yet
             ,
             died
             of
             such
             a
             fitte
             ,
             Neuer
             haue
             I
             feare
             of
             
             prouing
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           III.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ONce
             did
             I
             serue
             a
             cruell
             hart
             with
             faith
             vn
             
             
             fainde
             I
             still
             importune
             her
             piersing
             lookes
             that
             wrought
             my
             smart
             ,
             she
             laughes
             .ii
             ,
             .ii.
             
             
             
             and
             smiles
             at
             my
             misfortune
             and
             sayes
             perhaps
             .ii.
             you
             
             
             may
             at
             last
             by
             true
             desart
             ,
             ii
             .
             loues
             fauour
             taste
             .
             
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             ONnce
             Did
             Iserue
             a
             cruell
             heart
             .
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ONce
             did
             I
             serue
             a
             cruell
             heart
             ,
             once
             .ii.
             with
             saith
             vnfainde
             ,
             I
             still
             importune
             her
             smiling
             
             lookes
             that
             wrought
             my
             smart
             ,
             my
             smart
             ,
             Shee
             laughes
             .ii.
             .ii.
             smiles
             at
             my
             misfortune
             ,
             
             and
             sayes
             perhaps
             .ii.
             you
             may
             at
             last
             ,
             at
             last
             by
             true
             desert
             loue
             fa
             -
             uour
             taste
             and
             saies
             ,
             perhaps
             .ii.
             
             
             you
             may
             at
             last
             at
             last
             by
             true
             desert
             loues
             fa
             -
             uour
             taste
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           IIII.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             WIll
             saide
             to
             his
             manmmy
             that
             hee
             woulde
             goe
             woo
             ,
             faine
             would
             he
             Soft
             a
             while
             my
             lammy
             stay
             ,
             and
             yet
             a
             -
             bide
             ,
             hee
             like
             a
             
             
             wed
             but
             he
             wot
             not
             who
             In
             faith
             I
             hil
             haue
             a
             wife
             .ii..
             ti
             .
             O
             what
             a
             foole
             as
             he
             was
             replide
             ,
             
             
             life
             do
             I
             lead
             for
             a
             wife
             in
             my
             bed
             I
             may
             not
             tell
             you
             ,
             O
             there
             to
             haue
             a
             wife
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             O
             t
             is
             a
             
             
             smart
             to
             my
             hart
             ,
             t
             is
             a
             racke
             to
             my
             backe
             and
             to
             my
             belly
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Scarcely
               was
               hee
               wedded
               ,
            
             
               Full
               a
               fortnights
               space
               ,
            
             
               But
               that
               he
               was
               in
               a
               heauie
               case
               ,
            
             
               Largely
               was
               he
               headded
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               cheekes
               lookt
               thinne
               :
            
             
               And
               to
               repent
               he
               did
               thus
               beginne
               ;
            
             
               A
               figge
               for
               such
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
            
             
               O
               what
               a
               life
               doe
               I
               lead
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               wife
               in
               my
               bedde
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               not
               tell
               you
               ?
            
             
               There
               to
               haue
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
            
             
               O
               t
               is
               a
               smart
               to
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               a
               racke
               to
               my
               backe
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               belly
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               All
               you
               that
               are
               Batchelers
               ,
            
             
               Be
               learnd
               by
               crying
               will
               ,
            
             
               VVhen
               you
               are
               well
               to
               remaine
               so
               still
               ,
            
             
               Better
               for
               to
               tarry
               ,
            
             
               And
               alone
               to
               lie
               ,
            
             
               Then
               like
               a
               foole
               with
               a
               foole
               to
               crie
               .
            
             
               A
               figge
               for
               such
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
            
             
               O
               what
               a
               life
               doe
               I
               leade
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               a
               wife
               in
               my
               bed
               ,
            
             
               I
               may
               not
               tell
               you
               ,
            
             
               There
               to
               haue
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
               a
               wife
               ,
            
             
               O
               t
               is
               a
               smart
               to
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               a
               racke
               to
               my
               backe
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               belly
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             WIll
             said
             to
             his
             Mammy
             .
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             WIll
             saide
             to
             his
             mammy
             that
             hee
             woulde
             goe
             woo
             ,
             faine
             would
             he
             wed
             but
             he
             wot
             not
             who
             Soft
             a
             while
             my
             lammy
             stay
             ,
             and
             yet
             a
             -
             bide
             ,
             hee
             like
             a
             foole
             as
             he
             was
             replide
             ,
             
             In
             faith
             I
             hil
             haue
             a
             wife
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             O
             what
             a
             life
             doe
             I
             lead
             for
             a
             wife
             in
             my
             bed
             ,
             I
             may
             not
             tell
             you
             ,
             O
             there
             
             to
             haue
             a
             wife
             a
             wife
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             O
             t
             is
             a
             smart
             to
             my
             heart
             ,
             t
             is
             a
             racke
             to
             my
             backe
             and
             to
             my
             belly
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           V.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             HArke
             harke
             wotyee
             what
             .ii.
             nay
             faith
             and
             shall
             
             
             I
             tell
             I
             am
             afraide
             .ii.
             to
             die
             to
             die
             to
             die
             a
             maid
             and
             then
             lead
             
             
             Apes
             in
             hell
             O
             it
             makes
             me
             sigh
             sigh
             .ii.
             ii
             .
             &
             sob
             with
             inward
             griefe
             ,
             but
             if
             I
             can
             but
             
             
             get
             a
             man
             a
             man
             he
             le
             yeeld
             me
             some
             reliefe
             .ii.
             some
             reliefe
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               O
               it
               is
               strange
               how
               nature
               works
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               My
               body
               is
               spent
               and
               I
               lament
               mine
               owne
               great
               folly
               ,
            
             
               O
               it
               makes
               me
               sigh
               and
               powre
               forth
               flouds
               of
               teares
               ,
            
             
               Alas
               poore
               elfe
               none
               but
               thy selfe
               would
               liue
               ,
               hauing
               such
               cares
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               O
               now
               I
               see
               that
               fortune
               frownes
               on
               me
            
             
               By
               this
               good
               light
               I
               haue
               beene
               ripe
               ,
            
             
               O
               it
               makes
               me
               sigh
               and
               sure
               it
               will
               me
               kill
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               should
               sleepe
               I
               lie
               and
               weepe
               ,
               feeding
               on
               sorrowes
               still
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               I
               must
               confesse
               as
               maides
               haue
               vertue
               store
               ,
            
             
               Liue
               honest
               still
               against
               our
               wils
               ,
               more
               fooles
               we
               are
               therefore
               :
            
             
               O
               it
               makes
               me
               sigh
               ,
               yet
               hope
               doth
               still
               me
               good
               ,
            
             
               For
               if
               I
               can
               but
               get
               a
               man
               ,
               with
               him
               I
               le
               spend
               my
               blood
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             HArke
             wot
             you
             what
             .
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             HArke
             ,
             hatke
             wot
             you
             what
             .ii.
             nay
             faith
             and
             shall
             I
             tell
             I
             am
             afraide
             afraide
             ,
             I
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             
             to
             die
             to
             dle
             ,
             I
             am
             afraide
             to
             die
             a
             maid
             ,
             and
             so
             leade
             Apes
             in
             hell
             ,
             Oh
             it
             makes
             me
             sigh
             ,
             sigh
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             and
             sob
             with
             
             inward
             griefe
             ,
             but
             if
             I
             can
             but
             get
             a
             man
             ,
             hee
             le
             yeelde
             me
             some
             reliefe
             ,
             .ii.
             hee
             le
             yeeld
             me
             some
             reliefe
             ,
          
        
      
       
         
         
           VI.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             MY
             complayning
             is
             but
             faining
             ,
             all
             my
             loue
             is
             but
             in
             iest
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la.
             
             
             
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             fa
             ,
             la
             la
             la
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             la
             ,
             And
             my
             Courting
             is
             but
             sporting
             in
             most
             
             
             shewing
             meaning
             ,
             least
             fa
             la
             la
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii
             ,
             fa
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             la.
             
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Outward
               sadnesse
               inward
               gladnesse
               ,
            
             
               Representeth
               in
               my
               mind
               ,
               fa
               la
               la
               ,
            
             
               In
               most
               faining
               most
               obtaining
               ,
            
             
               Such
               good
               faith
               in
               loue
               I
               find
               .
               fa
               la
               la.
               
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               Toward
               ,
               Ladies
               this
               my
               trade
               is
               ,
            
             
               Two
               minds
               in
               one
               breast
               I
               were
               ,
               fa
               la
               la
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               measure
               at
               my
               pleasure
               ,
            
             
               Ice
               and
               flame
               my
               face
               doth
               beare
               .
               Fa
               la
               la.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             MY
             complayning
             .
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             MY
             complaining
             is
             but
             faining
             ,
             all
             my
             loue
             is
             but
             in
             iest
             ,
             fa
             la
             fa
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             fa
             la
             fa
             la
             la
             la
             
             la
             la.
             And
             my
             courting
             is
             but
             sporting
             in
             most
             shewing
             meaning
             ,
             least
             fa
             la
             la
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             fa
             la
             la
             
             la
             la
             la
             fa
             la
             la.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           VII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ON
             a
             time
             in
             summer
             season
             ,
             Iocky
             late
             with
             Ienny
             walking
             like
             a
             lout
             
             
             made
             loue
             with
             talking
             ,
             when
             he
             should
             be
             doing
             ,
             Reason
             still
             he
             cries
             ,
             when
             he
             should
             dally
             ,
             dally
             dally
             ,
             
             
             dally
             .ii.
             when
             he
             should
             dally
             ,
             Ienny
             sweet
             Ienny
             sweet
             shal
             I
             .ii.
             
             
             
             sweet
             Ienny
             sweet
             shall
             I
             shall
             I
             ,
             shall
             I.
             
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Ienny
               as
               most
               women
               vse
               it
               ,
            
             
               Who
               say
               nay
               when
               they
               would
               haue
               it
               ,
            
             
               VVith
               a
               bolde
               face
               seemed
               to
               craue
               it
               ,
            
             
               With
               a
               faint
               looke
               did
               refuse
               it
               ,
            
             
               Iocky
               lost
               his
               time
               to
               dally
               ,
            
             
               Still
               he
               cries
               ,
               sweete
               shall
               I
               ,
               shall
               I.
               
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               She
               who
               knew
               that
               backward
               dealing
               ,
            
             
               was
               a
               foe
               to
               forward
               longing
               ,
            
             
               To
               auoide
               her
               owne
               hearts
               wronging
               ,
            
             
               with
               a
               sigh
               loues
               sute
               reuealing
               .
            
             
               Said
               locky
               sweet
               when
               you
               would
               dally
               ,
            
             
               Doe
               you
               cry
               sweet
               ,
               shall
               I
               shal
               I.
               
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               Iocky
               knew
               by
               her
               replying
               ,
            
             
               That
               a
               no
               is
               I
               in
               wooing
               ,
            
             
               That
               an
               asking
               without
               doing
               ,
            
             
               Is
               the
               way
               to
               loues
               denying
               .
            
             
               Now
               he
               knowes
               when
               he
               would
               dally
            
             
               How
               to
               spare
               sweet
               shall
               I
               shall
               I.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             ON
             a
             time
             in
             summers
             seafon
             .
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ON
             a
             time
             in
             summers
             season
             ,
             Iocky
             late
             with
             Ienny
             walking
             ,
             like
             a
             lout
             made
             loue
             with
             talking
             ,
             when
             he
             
             should
             be
             doing
             ,
             Reason
             still
             he
             cries
             ,
             when
             he
             should
             dally
             ,
             dally
             .ii.
             .ii.
             when
             he
             should
             dally
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             when
             he
             
             should
             dally
             ,
             Ienny
             sweet
             .ii.
             sweet
             sweet
             sweet
             Ienny
             ,
             sweet
             shall
             I
             ,
             shall
             I
             Ienny
             .ii.
             shall
             I.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           VIII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             FArewell
             fond
             youth
             ,
             if
             thou
             hadst
             not
             bin
             blind
             out
             of
             my
             eye
             thou
             mightst
             haue
             read
             
             
             my
             minde
             ,
             but
             now
             I
             plainely
             see
             how
             thou
             wouldst
             faine
             leaue
             me
             ;
             sure
             I
             was
             a
             curst
             ,
             not
             to
             goe
             at
             first
             
             
             sure
             I
             was
             acurst
             O
             fie
             fie
             no
             ,
             sweete
             stay
             &
             I
             will
             tell
             thee
             why
             no
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             accurst
             not
             to
             goe
             at
             
             
             first
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             ac
             curst
             O
             fie
             fie
             no
             ,
             sweet
             stay
             and
             I
             will
             tell
             thee
             why
             no.
             
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Once
               more
               farewell
               ,
               since
               first
               I
               heard
               thee
               speake
               ,
            
             
               And
               had
               but
               sung
               farewell
               ,
               my
               heart
               would
               breake
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               since
               I
               doe
               find
               thy
               loue
               is
               like
               the
               wind
               ,
            
             
               What
               a
               foole
               was
               I
            
             
               To
               be
               like
               to
               die
               .
            
             
               What
               a
               foole
               was
               I
               ,
               I
               was
               not
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               say
               I
               was
               a
               foole
               I
               passe
               not
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               Woes
               me
               alasse
               ,
               why
               did
               I
               let
               him
               goe
               ,
            
             
               These
               be
               the
               fruites
               of
               idle
               saying
               no
               ,
            
             
               Now
               that
               he
               can
               disproue
               me
               ,
               how
               shall
               he
               euer
               loue
               me
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               but
               is
               he
               gone
               ,
            
             
               Then
               I
               am
               vndone
               ,
            
             
               Nay
               but
               is
               he
               gone
               ,
               O
               hold
               him
               ,
            
             
               Fie
               ,
               forty
               things
               are
               yet
               vnt
               old
               him
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             FArewell
             fond
             youth
             .
             
             
             
             
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             FArewell
             fond
             youth
             if
             theu
             hadst
             not
             beene
             blind
             ,
             out
             of
             mine
             eyes
             thou
             mightst
             haue
             read
             my
             mind
             ,
             
             but
             now
             I
             plainely
             see
             how
             thou
             wouldst
             faine
             leaue
             me
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             accurst
             not
             to
             goe
             at
             first
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             accurst
             ,
             O
             fie
             
             fie
             ,
             fie
             ,
             no
             sweet
             stay
             and
             I
             will
             tell
             thee
             ,
             why
             no
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             accurst
             not
             to
             goe
             at
             first
             ,
             sure
             I
             was
             accurst
             ,
             O
             sie
             no
             ,
             sweet
             
             stay
             and
             I
             will
             tell
             thee
             why
             no.
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           IX
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             HOw
             should
             I
             shew
             my
             loue
             vnto
             my
             loue
             but
             The
             way
             by
             pen
             or
             tong
             I
             dare
             not
             proue
             their
             
             
             hide
             but
             hide
             it
             from
             all
             eyes
             saue
             my
             loues
             eyes
             :
             Lookes
             are
             more
             safe
             ,
             yet
             ouer
             them
             are
             drifts
             their
             drifts
             are
             oft
             discouered
             by
             the
             wisee
             ,
             
             
             spies
             ,
             Then
             what
             's
             the
             way
             to
             cosen
             iealousie
             
             
             which
             martyrs
             loue
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             by
             marking
             narrowly
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               By
               all
               these
               wayes
               may
               thy
               affections
               walke
               ,
            
             
               VVithout
               suspition
               of
               the
               iealous
               guarde
               :
            
             
               Thy
               whispering
               tong
               to
               her
               closde
               care
               shall
               talke
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               importunate
               till
               it
               be
               harde
               ,
            
             
               Papers
               shall
               passe
               lookes
               shall
               not
               be
               debarde
               ,
            
             
               To
               looke
               for
               loues
               young
               infants
               in
               her
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Be
               franke
               and
               bold
               as
               she
               is
               kind
               and
               wise
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               O
               who
               can
               be
               so
               francke
               as
               she
               is
               kind
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               kindnesse
               merites
               more
               then
               Monarchies
               ,
            
             
               Boldnesse
               with
               her
               milde
               grace
               ,
               grace
               cannot
               find
               ,
            
             
               Onely
               her
               wit
               ouer
               that
               doth
               tyrannize
               ,
            
             
               Then
               let
               her
               worth
               and
               thy
               loue
               simpathize
               ,
            
             
               Sith
               her
               worth
               to
               thy
               loue
               cannot
               be
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               thy
               loue
               to
               her
               worthinesse
               be
               showne
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             HOw
             should
             I
             shew
             my
             loue
             vnto
             my
             loue
             .ii.
             but
             hide
             ,
             but
             hide
             it
             from
             all
             eyes
             saue
             my
             loues
             eies
             .
             The
             way
             by
             pen
             or
             tongbe
             I
             dare
             not
             proue
             ,
             .ii.
             their
             drifts
             ,
             their
             drifts
             are
             oft
             discouered
             by
             the
             wise
             
             Lookes
             are
             more
             safe
             ,
             yet
             ouer
             them
             are
             spies
             ,
             yet
             .ii.
             then
             what
             's
             the
             way
             to
             cosen
             iealousie
             to
             .ii.
             
             
             .ii.
             iealousie
             which
             Martyrs
             loue
             .ii.
             by
             marking
             narrowly
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             HOw
             should
             I
             shew
             .ii.
             my
             loue
             vnto
             my
             The
             way
             by
             pen
             .ii.
             or
             tong
             I
             daren
             
             loue
             vnto
             my
             loue
             but
             hide
             but
             hide
             it
             from
             all
             eyes
             saue
             proue
             .ii.
             their
             drifts
             their
             .ii.
             are
             oft
             discouered
             
             my
             loues
             eyes
             Lookes
             are
             more
             safe
             ,
             yet
             ouer
             them
             are
             by
             the
             wise
             ,
             
             spies
             ,
             are
             spies
             ,
             then
             what
             's
             the
             way
             to
             cosen
             iealousie
             ,
             
             to
             .ii.
             which
             martyrs
             loue
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             
             .ii.
             by
             marking
             narrowly
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             HOw
             should
             I
             shew
             my
             loue
             vnto
             my
             loue
             vn●●
             .ii.
             but
             hide
             it
             from
             all
             eyes
             saue
             my
             loues
             eyes
             ,
             The
             way
             by
             pen
             or
             tongue
             I
             dare
             not
             proue
             .ii.
             their
             drifts
             are
             oft
             discouered
             by
             the
             wise
             ,
             
             Lookes
             are
             more
             safe
             ,
             yet
             ouer
             them
             are
             spies
             ,
             then
             what
             's
             the
             way
             ,
             .ii
             ,
             what
             's
             the
             way
             ,
             then
             what
             's
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             
             to
             cosen
             iealousie
             ,
             which
             martyrs
             loue
             .ii.
             .ii.
             by
             marking
             narrowly
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           X.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             O
             He
             is
             gone
             ,
             O
             he
             is
             gone
             
             
             O
             he
             is
             gone
             and
             I
             am
             here
             aye
             me
             aye
             me
             why
             are
             wee
             thus
             deuided
             ,
             
             
             My
             sight
             in
             his
             eyes
             ,
             did
             appeare
             my
             soule
             .ii.
             .ii.
             by
             his
             soules
             
             
             thought
             was
             guided
             then
             come
             againe
             .ii.
             .ii.
             my
             all
             my
             life
             ,
             my
             being
             ,
             
             
             soules
             ,
             zeale
             ,
             harts
             ioy
             ,
             eares
             gester
             ,
             eyes
             onely
             seeing
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Come
               sable
               care
               sease
               on
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               Take
               vp
               the
               roomes
               that
               ioyes
               once
               filled
               ,
            
             
               Natures
               sweet
               blisse
               is
               slaine
               by
               Art
               ,
            
             
               A
               sence
               blacke
               frost
               liues
               spring
               hath
               killed
            
             
               Then
               come
               againe
               ,
               my
               loue
               ,
               my
               deere
               ,
               my
               treasure
               ,
            
             
               My
               blisse
               ,
               my
               fate
               ,
               my
               end
               ,
               my
               hopes
               full
               measure
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             O
             O
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             here
             .ii.
             
             I
             am
             O
             .ii.
             ah
             me
             .ii.
             why
             are
             we
             thus
             
             deuided
             ,
             my
             sight
             by
             his
             soules
             thought
             was
             guided
             did
             appeare
             my
             soule
             .ii.
             by
             his
             soules
             thought
             was
             guided
             
             then
             come
             againe
             my
             all
             my
             life
             ,
             beeing
             ,
             soule
             ,
             zeale
             ,
             hearts
             ioy
             ,
             eares
             guest
             ,
             eyes
             onely
             seeing
             ,
             onely
             seeing
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             O
             He
             is
             gone
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             and
             I
             am
             
             here
             O
             .ii.
             is
             gone
             and
             I
             am
             here
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             
             why
             are
             we
             thus
             deui
             ded
             ,
             my
             sight
             in
             his
             eyes
             did
             
             appeare
             ,
             did
             appeare
             ,
             my
             soule
             .ii.
             by
             his
             soules
             thought
             
             was
             guided
             ,
             then
             come
             againe
             ,
             O
             then
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             
             my
             al
             my
             life
             ,
             my
             beeing
             ,
             soules
             ,
             zeale
             ,
             harts
             ioy
             ,
             eares
             guest
             ,
             
             eyes
             onely
             seeing
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             O
             He
             is
             gone
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             and
             I
             am
             here
             ,
             O
             .ii.
             he
             is
             gone
             ,
             O
             hee
             .ii.
             ah
             me
             ,
             ah
             me
             ,
             why
             
             are
             we
             thus
             deuided
             ,
             my
             sight
             in
             his
             eyes
             did
             appeare
             ,
             did
             ap
             peare
             ,
             my
             soule
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             by
             his
             soules
             
             thought
             was
             guided
             ,
             then
             come
             again
             ,
             .ii.
             my
             all
             my
             life
             ,
             my
             being
             ,
             soule
             ,
             zeale
             ,
             harts
             ioy
             ,
             eares
             guest
             eyes
             onlie
             seeing
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XI
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ANd
             is
             it
             night
             ,
             are
             they
             thine
             eyes
             that
             shine
             ,
             are
             we
             a
             -
             
             
             lone
             and
             here
             and
             here
             and
             here
             alone
             may
             I
             come
             neere
             may
             I.
             ii
             .
             but
             touch
             ,
             ii
             .
             but
             touch
             thy
             
             
             shrine
             is
             Ielousie
             a
             sleepe
             ,
             and
             is
             he
             gone
             ,
             O
             Gods
             no
             more
             ,
             silence
             my
             lippes
             with
             thine
             ,
             
             
             lippes
             kisses
             Ioyes
             haue
             blessings
             most
             diuine
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               O
               come
               my
               deare
               our
               griefes
               are
               turnde
               to
               night
               ,
            
             
               And
               night
               to
               ioyes
               ,
               night
               blinds
               pale
               enuies
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Silence
               and
               sleepe
               prepare
               vs
               our
               delight
               ,
            
             
               O
               ease
               we
               then
               our
               woes
               ,
               our
               griefes
               ,
               our
               cries
               ,
            
             
               O
               vanish
               words
               ,
               words
               doe
               but
               passions
               moue
               ,
            
             
               O
               deerest
               life
               ,
               ioyes
               sweet
               ,
               O
               sweetest
               loue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             ANd
             is
             it
             night
             are
             they
             thy
             eyes
             that
             shine
             ,
             are
             we
             ▪
             alone
             ,
             and
             here
             alone
             ,
             and
             here
             a
             lone
             may
             I
             
             come
             neere
             ,
             may
             I
             ,
             may
             I
             ,
             but
             touch
             and
             touch
             .ii.
             .ii.
             thy
             shrine
             is
             iealousie
             a
             sleepe
             ,
             and
             is
             he
             gone
             ,
             O
             Gods
             
             no
             more
             ,
             silence
             my
             lips
             with
             thine
             ,
             lips
             ,
             kisses
             ,
             ioyes
             ,
             happe
             ,
             blessing
             most
             diuine
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             ANd
             is
             it
             night
             ,
             are
             they
             thine
             eyes
             that
             shine
             ,
             
             Are
             we
             alone
             and
             here
             alone
             ,
             and
             here
             a
             lone
             ;
             may
             
             I
             come
             neere
             may
             I
             but
             touch
             .ii.
             thy
             shrine
             ,
             is
             
             iealousie
             a
             sleepe
             ;
             and
             is
             he
             gone
             :
             O
             Gods
             no
             more
             
             silence
             my
             lips
             with
             thine
             with
             thine
             lips
             ,
             kisses
             ,
             ioyes
             ,
             
             hap
             ,
             O
             blessing
             m
             ost
             diuine
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ANd
             is
             it
             night
             ,
             are
             they
             thy
             eyes
             that
             shine
             that
             shine
             ,
             are
             wee
             alone
             .ii.
             and
             here
             alone
             .ii.
             
             
             may
             I
             come
             neare
             ,
             may
             I
             but
             touch
             ,
             but
             touch
             but
             touch
             thy
             shrine
             ,
             Is
             iealousie
             a
             sleepe
             ,
             and
             is
             he
             gone
             ,
             O
             Gods
             no
             more
             
             silence
             my
             lips
             with
             thine
             lips
             ,
             kisses
             ,
             ioyes
             ,
             happe
             ,
             blessing
             most
             diuine
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             SHe
             hath
             an
             eye
             ah
             me
             ,
             ah
             me
             shee
             .ii.
             
             
             
             an
             eye
             to
             see
             .ii.
             ah
             me
             that
             shee
             hath
             too
             which
             makes
             me
             sigh
             as
             
             
             louers
             doe
             ,
             hey
             hoe
             hey
             hoe
             hey
             hoe
             .ii.
             .ii.
             ah
             me
             
             
             that
             an
             eye
             .ii.
             .ii.
             should
             make
             her
             liue
             and
             mee
             to
             die
             ,
             wise
             mens
             eyes
             are
             
             
             in
             their
             mind
             but
             louers
             eyes
             are
             euer
             blind
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               She
               hath
               a
               lippe
               ,
               ah
               ,
               ah
               alas
               ,
            
             
               Two
               lippes
               which
               doe
               themselues
               surpasse
               ,
            
             
               Alasse
               two
               lips
               for
               kisses
               ,
            
             
               Of
               earthly
               loue
               the
               heauenly
               blisses
               ,
               hey
               hoe
               ,
               hey
               hoe
            
             
               Alasse
               ,
               oh
               woe
               that
               a
               heauen
               ,
            
             
               Should
               make
               vs
               ods
               that
               make
               all
               euen
               ,
            
             
               Ladies
               kisses
               are
               a
               charme
               ,
            
             
               That
               kill
               vs
               ere
               they
               doe
               vs
               harme
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               She
               hath
               a
               heart
               ah
               me
               ,
               ah
               me
               ,
            
             
               A
               heart
               she
               hath
               which
               none
               can
               see
               ,
            
             
               Ah
               me
               that
               I
               haue
               none
               ,
            
             
               Which
               makes
               me
               sigh
               ,
               yea
               sighing
               grone
               ,
               hey
               hoe
               ,
               hey
               hoe
            
             
               Hey
               hoe
               aye
               me
               that
               I
               part
               ,
            
             
               And
               liue
               ,
               yet
               leaue
               wich
               her
               my
               heart
               .
            
             
               Hartlesse
               men
               may
               liue
               by
               loue
               .
            
             
               This
               she
               doth
               know
               ,
               and
               this
               I
               proue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             SHe
             hath
             an
             eye
             .ii.
             nye
             me
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             she
             hath
             an
             eye
             .ii.
             an
             eye
             to
             see
             .ii.
             aye
             me
             ,
             that
             she
             hath
             two
             
             .ii.
             which
             makes
             me
             sigh
             as
             louers
             doe
             .ii.
             as
             louers
             doe
             ,
             with
             hey
             hoe
             .ii.
             with
             hey
             
             hoe
             alasse
             ,
             that
             an
             eye
             should
             make
             her
             liue
             ,
             and
             me
             to
             die
             ,
             should
             .ii.
             to
             die
             ,
             for
             wise
             mens
             eyes
             are
             in
             the
             mind
             ,
             
             but
             louers
             eyes
             are
             euer
             blind
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             SHe
             hath
             an
             eye
             .ii.
             ah
             me
             ,
             .ii.
             
             
             she
             hath
             an
             eye
             ,
             an
             eye
             to
             see
             ,
             shee
             .ii.
             ah
             mee
             ,
             that
             
             she
             hath
             too
             ,
             which
             makes
             me
             sigh
             as
             louers
             doe
             ,
             to
             sigh
             as
             
             louers
             doe
             ,
             with
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             with
             hey
             hoe
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             
             .ii.
             hey
             ho
             ,
             O
             that
             an
             eye
             should
             make
             her
             liue
             and
             
             me
             to
             die
             ,
             Ladies
             kisses
             are
             a
             charme
             ,
             
             .ii.
             that
             kill
             vs
             ere
             they
             doe
             vs
             harme
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             SHe
             hath
             an
             eye
             ,
             hath
             an
             eye
             ,
             ah
             me
             ,
             ah
             me
             she
             .ii.
             to
             see
             an
             eye
             ,
             to
             see
             ah
             me
             ,
             that
             she
             
             hath
             too
             ,
             which
             makes
             me
             sigh
             as
             louers
             doe
             ,
             as
             .ii.
             .ii.
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             hey
             hoe
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             aye
             me
             ,
             that
             an
             eye
             
             that
             an
             eye
             .ii.
             .ii.
             should
             make
             her
             liue
             and
             me
             to
             die
             ,
             .ii.
             
             Ladies
             kisses
             are
             a
             charme
             .ii.
             that
             kill
             
             vs
             ere
             they
             doe
             vs
             harme
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XIII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             I
             Know
             not
             what
             .
             ii
             .
             yet
             that
             I
             
             
             feele
             is
             much
             ,
             it
             came
             I
             know
             not
             when
             ,
             it
             was
             not
             euer
             yet
             
             
             hurtes
             I
             know
             not
             how
             ,
             yet
             is
             it
             such
             as
             I
             am
             pleasd
             .ii.
             .ii.
             though
             
             
             it
             be
             cured
             neuer
             It
             is
             a
             wound
             .ii.
             that
             wasteth
             
             
             still
             in
             woe
             and
             yet
             I
             would
             not
             ,
             that
             it
             were
             not
             so
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Pleasde
               with
               a
               thought
               that
               endeth
               with
               a
               sigh
               ,
            
             
               Sometimes
               I
               smile
               when
               teares
               stand
               in
               my
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               then
               and
               there
               such
               sweet
               contentment
               lieth
               ,
            
             
               Both
               when
               and
               where
               my
               sweet
               sower
               torment
               lies
               ,
            
             
               O
               out
               alas
               ,
               I
               cannot
               long
               endure
               it
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               alasse
               I
               care
               not
               when
               I
               cure
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               But
               well
               away
               ,
               me
               thinks
               I
               am
               not
               shee
               ,
            
             
               That
               wonted
               was
               these
               fits
               as
               soule
               to
               scorne
               .
            
             
               One
               and
               the
               same
               ,
               euen
               so
               I
               seeme
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               As
               lost
               I
               liue
               ,
               yet
               of
               my selfe
               forlorne
               ,
            
             
               What
               may
               this
               be
               that
               thus
               my
               mind
               doth
               moue
               ,
            
             
               Alasse
               I
               feare
               ,
               God
               shield
               it
               be
               not
               loue
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Know
             not
             with
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             yet
             that
             I
             feele
             is
             much
             ,
             is
             much
             ,
             it
             came
             I
             know
             
             not
             when
             ,
             it
             was
             not
             euer
             ,
             it
             hurts
             I
             know
             now
             how
             it
             is
             ,
             it
             such
             yet
             is
             it
             ,
             such
             as
             I
             am
             pleasde
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             though
             it
             be
             cured
             
             neuer
             .ii
             ,
             it
             is
             a
             wound
             that
             wasteth
             still
             in
             woe
             ,
             still
             in
             woe
             ,
             and
             I
             yet
             I
             would
             not
             ,
             I
             wold
             not
             that
             it
             were
             not
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Know
             not
             what
             .ii.
             .ii.
             yet
             that
             I
             
             feele
             is
             much
             .ii.
             it
             came
             I
             know
             not
             when
             .ii.
             
             
             it
             was
             not
             euer
             it
             hurts
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             how
             ,
             yet
             is
             it
             
             such
             ,
             .ii.
             as
             I
             am
             pleasde
             though
             it
             be
             cured
             
             though
             .ii.
             neuer
             ,
             It
             is
             a
             wound
             .ii.
             that
             wasteth
             
             still
             in
             woe
             and
             yet
             I
             would
             not
             that
             it
             
             were
             not
             so
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             I
             Know
             not
             what
             .ii.
             .ii.
             yet
             that
             I
             feele
             is
             much
             ,
             ii
             came
             I
             know
             not
             when
             ,
             I
             know
             not
             
             when
             .ii.
             it
             came
             I
             know
             not
             when
             .ii.
             yet
             is
             it
             such
             .ii.
             as
             I
             am
             pleasd
             .ii.
             .ii.
             
             
             though
             it
             be
             cured
             ,
             neuer
             .ii.
             it
             is
             a
             wound
             .ii.
             .ii.
             that
             wasteth
             still
             in
             woe
             ,
             &
             yet
             I
             would
             
             not
             that
             it
             were
             not
             so
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XIIII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             GRiefe
             ,
             griefe
             of
             my
             best
             loues
             absenting
             :
             Now
             O
             now
             wilt
             thou
             assayle
             
             
             mee
             I
             had
             rather
             life
             should
             fayle
             mee
             then
             endure
             thy
             slow
             for
             menting
             ,
             
             
             life
             our
             griefes
             and
             vs
             doe
             seuer
             once
             for
             euer
             absence
             griefe
             haue
             no
             relenting
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Well
               ,
               be
               it
               foule
               absence
               spights
               me
               ,
            
             
               So
               far
               of
               it
               cannot
               send
               her
               ,
            
             
               As
               my
               heart
               should
               not
               attend
               her
               .
            
             
               O
               how
               this
               thoughts
               thought
               delights
               me
            
             
               Absence
               doe
               thy
               worst
               and
               spare
               not
               ,
            
             
               Know
               I
               care
               not
            
             
               When
               thou
               wrongst
               me
               ,
               my
               thoughts
               right
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               O
               but
               such
               thoughts
               proue
               illusions
               ,
            
             
               Shadowes
               of
               a
               substance
               banisht
               ,
            
             
               Dreames
               of
               pleasure
               too
               soone
               vanisht
               ,
            
             
               Reasons
               maimde
               of
               their
               conclusions
               ,
            
             
               Then
               since
               thoughts
               and
               all
               deceiue
               me
               ,
            
             
               O
               life
               leaue
               me
               ,
            
             
               End
               of
               life
               ends
               loues
               confusions
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             GRiefe
             griefe
             ,
             of
             my
             best
             loues
             absenting
             ,
             Now
             O
             now
             wilt
             thou
             assayle
             me
             ,
             I
             had
             rather
             life
             
             should
             fayle
             me
             then
             endure
             thy
             slow
             tormenting
             ,
             life
             our
             griefes
             and
             vs
             doe
             seuer
             once
             for
             euer
             ,
             Absence
             ,
             griefe
             
             haue
             no
             relenting
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             GRiefe
             griefe
             of
             my
             best
             loues
             absenting
             
             Now
             O
             now
             wilt
             thou
             assayle
             me
             ,
             I
             had
             rather
             life
             should
             
             fayle
             me
             ,
             then
             endure
             thy
             slow
             tormenting
             :
             Life
             
             our
             griefes
             and
             vs
             doe
             seuer
             ,
             once
             ,
             for
             euer
             absence
             
             griefe
             haue
             no
             relenting
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             GRiefe
             ,
             griefe
             of
             my
             best
             loues
             absenting
             ,
             Now
             O
             now
             wilt
             thou
             assayle
             me
             ,
             I
             had
             rather
             life
             should
             
             fayle
             ,
             me
             then
             endure
             thy
             slow
             tormenting
             .
             life
             our
             griefe
             and
             vs
             doe
             seuer
             ,
             doe
             seuer
             ,
             once
             for
             euer
             ,
             absence
             
             griefes
             haue
             no
             relenting
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XV.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
          
           
             
             IF
             in
             this
             flesh
             where
             thou
             in
             drencht
             dost
             lie
             
             
             poore
             soule
             thou
             canst
             reare
             vp
             .ii.
             .ii.
             thy
             limed
             wings
             ,
             carry
             my
             thoughts
             
             
             vp
             to
             the
             sacred
             skie
             .ii.
             and
             wash
             them
             in
             those
             heauenly
             hallowed
             springs
             ,
             where
             ioy
             and
             requium
             
             
             &
             requium
             The
             holy
             Angels
             sings
             whilst
             all
             heauens
             vault
             .ii.
             with
             blessed
             Ecchoes
             
             
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             blessed
             Echoes
             rings
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Awaked
               with
               this
               harmony
               diuine
               ,
            
             
               O
               how
               my
               soule
               mounts
               vp
               her
               throned
               head
               ,
            
             
               And
               giues
               again
               with
               natiue
               glory
               shine
               ,
            
             
               Wash
               with
               repentance
               then
               thy
               dayes
               missed
               ,
            
             
               Then
               ioyes
               with
               requium
               mayest
               thou
               with
               Angels
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Whilest
               all
               heauens
               vault
               with
               blessed
               Ecchoes
               ring
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             IF
             in
             the
             flesh
             the
             flesh
             ,
             If
             in
             .ii.
             thou
             dost
             lie
             poore
             soule
             .
             thou
             caust
             reare
             vp
             thou
             .ii.
             
             
             carry
             my
             thoughts
             vp
             to
             the
             sacred
             skie
             ,
             vp
             .ii.
             and
             wash
             them
             in
             those
             heauenly
             hallowed
             springs
             
             where
             ioy
             and
             requium
             .ii.
             the
             holy
             Angels
             sings
             ,
             whilst
             all
             heauens
             vault
             .ii.
             .ii.
             with
             blessed
             
             Ecchoe
             .ii.
             .ii.
             ring
             Ecchoering
             .
          
        
         
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             IF
             in
             this
             flesh
             .ii.
             where
             thou
             indrencht
             
             dost
             lie
             ,
             poore
             soule
             thou
             canst
             reare
             vp
             thou
             
             .ii.
             thy
             limed
             wings
             ,
             carry
             my
             thoughts
             vp
             to
             vp
             
             to
             the
             sacred
             skie
             ,
             .ii.
             and
             wash
             them
             in
             those
             
             heauenly
             hallowed
             springs
             ,
             where
             ioy
             and
             requium
             and
             
             .ii.
             the
             holy
             Angels
             sings
             ,
             whilst
             all
             heauens
             vault
             
             .ii.
             with
             blessed
             Ecchoe
             rings
             .ii.
             rings
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             IF
             in
             the
             flesh
             where
             thou
             indrencht
             dost
             lie
             poore
             soule
             ,
             poore
             soule
             ,
             shou
             canst
             reare
             vp
             thy
             limed
             .ii.
             wings
             
             thou
             canst
             .ii.
             wings
             carry
             my
             thoughts
             vp
             to
             the
             sacred
             skies
             ,
             vp
             to
             .ii.
             and
             wash
             them
             in
             those
             heauely
             
             hallowed
             springs
             ,
             where
             ioyes
             &
             requium
             and
             requium
             the
             holy
             angels
             sing
             ,
             the
             .ii.
             whilst
             all
             heauens
             vault
             
             .ii.
             .ii.
             with
             blessed
             Ecchoe
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             with
             blessed
             Ecchoes
             Ring
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XVI
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             OThred
             of
             life
             when
             thou
             art
             spēt
             how
             are
             my
             sorrowes
             eased
             .
             O
             earth
             why
             tremblest
             O
             vaile
             of
             flesh
             whē
             thou
             art
             rent
             how
             shal
             my
             soule
             be
             pleased
             :
             
             
             thou
             at
             death
             that
             did
             re
             ceiue
             both
             heate
             and
             breath
             by
             bargain
             of
             a
             second
             birth
             ,
             that
             done
             .ii
             ,
             that
             done
             again
             to
             
             
             be
             cold
             earth
             ,
             Come
             death
             .ii.
             .ii.
             deere
             widwife
             to
             my
             life
             ,
             see
             sin
             and
             ver
             tue
             holde
             at
             strife
             ,
             
             
             Make
             hast
             away
             lest
             thy
             de
             lay
             .ii.
             bee
             my
             decay
             world
             of
             in
             anity
             
             
             school
             house
             of
             vanity
             minion
             of
             hell
             fare
             well
             .ii.
             .ii.
             farewell
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               O
               coward
               life
               whose
               feare
               doth
               tie
               me
               in
               distasting
               sences
               ,
            
             
               Infused
               part
               mount
               vp
               on
               hie
               ,
               life
               gets
               on
               life
               offences
               ,
            
             
               O
               flie
               immortall
               flie
               away
               ,
            
             
               Be
               not
               immurde
               in
               finite
               clay
               ,
            
             
               Where
               true
               loue
               doth
               with
               selfe
               loue
               fight
               ,
            
             
               Begetting
               thoughts
               that
               doe
               affright
               ,
            
             
               Courage
               faint
               heart
               ,
               sound
               trumpet
               death
               ,
            
             
               I
               le
               find
               it
               wind
               with
               all
               my
               breath
               .
            
             
               O
               case
               of
               glasse
               ,
            
             
               Confusions
               mase
               ,
            
             
               A
               flouring
               grasse
               ,
            
             
               Temple
               of
               treachery
               ,
            
             
               Soule
               yoake
               to
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Store-house
               of
               hell
            
             
               Farewell
               ,
               farewell
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             OThred
             of
             life
             when
             thou
             art
             spent
             ,
             how
             are
             my
             sorrowes
             eased
             :
             O
             earth
             why
             temblest
             thou
             at
             O
             vaile
             of
             flesh
             when
             thou
             art
             rent
             ,
             how
             shall
             my
             soule
             be
             pleased
             :
             
             death
             ,
             that
             did
             receiue
             both
             heate
             and
             breath
             ,
             by
             bargaine
             of
             a
             second
             birth
             ,
             that
             done
             that
             done
             ,
             againe
             to
             
             be
             cold
             earth
             ,
             Come
             death
             .ii.
             .ii.
             deare
             widwife
             to
             my
             life
             ,
             see
             sin●e
             and
             vertue
             hold
             at
             strife
             ,
             make
             hast
             away
             
             lest
             thy
             delay
             ,
             ii
             .
             be
             my
             decay
             ,
             de
             -
             cay
             ,
             world
             of
             inanity
             ,
             .ii.
             
             
             schoole-house
             of
             vanity
             ,
             vanity
             ,
             minion
             of
             hell
             farewell
             ,
             minion
             .ii.
             farewell
             farewell
             .ii.
             
          
        
         
           
             BSASVS
             .
          
           
             
             OThred
             of
             life
             when
             thou
             art
             spent
             ,
             how
             are
             my
             O
             vale
             of
             flesh
             when
             thou
             art
             rent
             ,
             how
             shal
             my
             
             sorrowes
             eased
             ,
             O
             earth
             why
             tremblest
             thou
             at
             death
             soule
             be
             pleased
             ,
             
             that
             did
             receiue
             both
             heat
             &
             breath
             ,
             by
             bargain
             of
             a
             second
             
             birth
             ,
             that
             done
             .ii.
             again
             to
             be
             cold
             earth
             ,
             come
             death
             .ii
             
             .ii.
             deere
             midwife
             to
             my
             life
             ,
             see
             sinne
             &
             vertue
             hold
             at
             strife
             ,
             
             Make
             hast
             away
             lest
             thy
             delay
             ,
             ii
             .
             be
             my
             decay
             
             world
             of
             inanity
             ,
             schoole-house
             of
             vanity
             ,
             O
             minion
             of
             hell
             
             farewell
             ,
             ii
             .
             minion
             ofhel
             farewell
             ,
             farewell
             ,
             farewell
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             OThred
             of
             life
             when
             thou
             art
             spent
             ,
             how
             are
             my
             sorrowes
             eased
             ,
             O
             earth
             why
             trem-blest
             thou
             at
             death
             ,
             O
             vayle
             of
             flesh
             when
             thou
             art
             rent
             ,
             how
             shall
             my
             soule
             be
             pleased
             :
             
             that
             did
             receiue
             both
             heate
             and
             breath
             ,
             by
             bargaine
             of
             a
             second
             birth
             ,
             that
             done
             ,
             .ii.
             again
             .ii.
             
             
             come
             death
             ,
             .ii.
             deere
             midwife
             to
             my
             life
             ,
             see
             sin
             and
             vertue
             hold
             at
             strife
             ,
             make
             hast
             away
             ,
             lest
             thy
             delay
             .ii.
             
             
             be
             my
             de
             -
             cay
             ,
             world
             of
             inanity
             ,
             anity
             .ii.
             school-house
             of
             vanity
             ,
             .ii.
             minion
             of
             hell
             farewell
             
             .ii.
             farewell
             ,
             fare
             well
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XVII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             WHen
             I
             sit
             reading
             all
             alone
             that
             secret
             booke
             where
             -
             in
             I
             
             
             sigh
             ,
             I
             sigh
             I
             .ii.
             
             I
             sigh
             to
             looke
             how
             many
             spots
             there
             bee
             ,
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             ,
             
             
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             or
             from
             my selfe
             might
             flee
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Mine
               eyes
               for
               refuge
               then
               with
               zeale
               befixe
               the
               skies
               ,
            
             
               My
               teares
               doe
               cloude
               those
               eyes
               ,
            
             
               My
               sighes
               doe
               blow
               them
               drie
               ,
            
             
               And
               yet
               I
               liue
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               I
               cannot
               flie
               ,
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               Heauens
               I
               implore
               ,
               that
               knowes
               my
               fault
               ,
               what
               shall
               I
               doe
               ,
            
             
               To
               hell
               I
               dare
               not
               goe
               ,
            
             
               The
               world
               first
               made
               me
               rue
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               my
               griefes
               renew
               ,
            
             
               To
               whome
               then
               shall
               I
               sue
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               Alasse
               ;
               my
               soule
               doth
               faint
               to
               draw
               this
               doubtfull
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Is
               thereno
               hope
               in
               death
               ,
            
             
               Oyes
               ,
               death
               ende
               my
               woes
               :
            
             
               Death
               me
               from
               me
               will
               lose
               ,
            
             
               My selfe
               am
               all
               my
               foes
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             WHen
             I
             sit
             reading
             all
             alone
             that
             secret
             booke
             wherein
             I
             sigh
             ,
             I
             sigh
             to
             looke
             how
             
             many
             spottes
             there
             bee
             .ii.
             there
             be
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             .ii.
             or
             from
             my selfe
             
             might
             flee
             .
          
        
         
           
             BSASVS
             .
          
           
             
             WHen
             I
             sit
             reading
             all
             alone
             ,
             that
             secret
             
             booke
             wherein
             I
             sigh
             ,
             I
             sigh
             to
             looke
             ,
             how
             many
             
             spots
             there
             be
             there
             bee
             ,
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             
             .ii.
             .ii
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             ,
             
             or
             from
             my selfe
             might
             flee
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             WHen
             I
             sit
             reading
             all
             alone
             .
             that
             secret
             booke
             wherein
             I
             sigh
             ,
             I
             sigh
             to
             looke
             to
             looke
             ,
             
             how
             many
             spots
             there
             be
             ,
             I
             wish
             I
             could
             not
             see
             .ii.
             ii
             .
             or
             from
             my selfe
             
             might
             flee
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XVIII
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             FAine
             would
             I
             speake
             but
             feare
             to
             giue
             offence
             ,
             makes
             mee
             tetire
             :
             
             
             .ii.
             and
             in
             amasement
             stand
             ,
             still
             breathing
             forth
             ,
             .ii.
             my
             
             
             woes
             in
             fruitlesse
             silence
             ,
             whilst
             my
             poore
             hart
             is
             slaine
             by
             her
             faire
             hands
             :
             
             
             faire
             hands
             indeed
             the
             guiders
             of
             the
             dart
             that
             from
             her
             eyes
             .ii.
             were
             
             
             leueldat
             my
             heart
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               Those
               eyes
               two
               pointed
               Diamonds
               did
               engraue
               ,
            
             
               VVithin
               my
               heart
               the
               true
               and
               liuely
               forme
               ,
            
             
               Of
               that
               sweet
               Saint
               whose
               pitty
               most
               I
               craue
               ,
            
             
               VVhose
               absence
               makes
               me
               comfortlesse
               to
               mourne
               ,
            
             
               And
               sighing
               say
               (
               Sweet
               )
               would
               she
               knew
               my
               loue
               ,
            
             
               My
               plaints
               perhaps
               her
               mind
               may
               somewhat
               moue
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               But
               if
               she
               knew
               ,
               what
               if
               she
               did
               reiect
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               better
               t
               were
               by
               her
               sweet
               doome
               to
               die
               ,
            
             
               That
               she
               might
               know
               my
               deare
               loues
               true
               effect
               ,
            
             
               Then
               thus
               to
               liue
               in
               vnknowne
               misery
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               after
               death
               it
               may
               be
               she
               would
               say
               ,
            
             
               His
               too
               much
               loue
               did
               worke
               his
               liues
               decay
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             TENOR
             .
          
           
             
             FAin
             would
             I
             speak
             but
             feare
             to
             giue
             offence
             offence
             ,
             makes
             mee
             retire
             .ii.
             
             
             and
             in
             amazement
             stand
             ,
             still
             breathing
             forth
             .ii.
             my
             woes
             in
             fruitlesse
             silence
             whilst
             my
             poore
             heart
             
             is
             slame
             by
             her
             fairehand
             ,
             by
             her
             faire
             hand
             Faire
             hands
             indeed
             the
             guiders
             of
             the
             darr
             ,
             of
             the
             dart
             ,
             that
             from
             her
             
             eyes
             ,
             that
             .iii
             were
             leuelde
             at
             my
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             BSASVS
             .
          
           
             
             FAin
             wold
             I
             speake
             but
             feare
             to
             giue
             offence
             ,
             
             makes
             mee
             retire
             .ii.
             and
             in
             amazement
             stand
             
             and
             .ii.
             still
             breathing
             forth
             my
             woes
             in
             fruitlesse
             
             silence
             ,
             whilst
             my
             poore
             heart
             is
             slaine
             ,
             is
             slaine
             by
             her
             
             faire
             hand
             ,
             Faire
             hand
             indeed
             the
             guiders
             of
             the
             
             dart
             ,
             the
             guider
             of
             the
             dart
             ,
             that
             from
             her
             eyes
             
             were
             leueld
             at
             my
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             ALTVS
             .
          
           
             
             FAine
             would
             I
             speake
             ,
             .ii.
             but
             feare
             to
             giue
             offence
             makes
             me
             retire
             ,
             and
             in
             amasement
             
             stand
             ,
             still
             breathing
             forth
             ,
             .ii.
             .ii.
             forth
             ,
             whilst
             my
             poore
             heart
             is
             slaine
             by
             her
             faire
             hand
             ,
             by
             
             .ii.
             faire
             hands
             indeed
             the
             guiders
             of
             the
             dart
             that
             from
             her
             eyes
             ,
             that
             .ii.
             .ii.
             were
             
             leueld
             at
             my
             heart
             .
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XIX
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             IN
             Sherwood
             liude
             stout
             Robin
             Hood
             an
             Archer
             great
             none
             greater
             ,
             His
             bow
             &
             
             
             shafts
             were
             sure
             &
             good
             ,
             yet
             Cupids
             were
             much
             beter
             Robin
             could
             shoot
             at
             many
             a
             Hart
             and
             misse
             ,
             Cupid
             at
             first
             could
             
             
             hit
             a
             hart
             of
             his
             ,
             hey
             iolly
             Robin
             hoe
             iolly
             Robin
             ,
             hey
             iolly
             Robin
             Hood
             ,
             loue
             finds
             out
             
             
             me
             aswell
             as
             thee
             to
             follow
             mee
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             to
             follow
             me
             to
             the
             green
             wood
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               A
               noble
               thiefe
               was
               Robin
               Hoode
               ,
            
             
               Wise
               was
               he
               could
               deceiue
               him
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               Marrian
               in
               his
               brauest
               mood
               ,
            
             
               Could
               of
               his
               heart
               bereaue
               him
               ,
            
             
               No
               greater
               thiefe
               lies
               hidden
               vnder
               skies
               .
            
             
               then
               beauty
               closely
               lodgde
               in
               womens
               eyes
               .
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               An
               Out-law
               was
               this
               Robin
               Hood
               ,
            
             
               His
               life
               free
               and
               vnruly
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               to
               faire
               Marrian
               bound
               he
               stood
            
             
               And
               loues
               debt
               payed
               her
               duely
               .
            
             
               Whom
               curbe
               of
               stricktest
               law
               could
               not
               hold
               in
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               with
               obeyednes
               and
               a
               winke
               could
               winne
               .
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               Now
               wend
               we
               home
               stout
               Robin
               Hood
            
             
               Leaue
               we
               the
               woods
               behind
               vs
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               passions
               must
               not
               be
               withstood
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               euery
               where
               will
               find
               vs
               ,
            
             
               I
               liude
               in
               field
               and
               towne
               ,
               and
               so
               did
               he
               ,
            
             
               I
               got
               me
               to
               the
               woods
               ,
               loue
               followed
               me
               ,
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             IN
             Sherwood
             .
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XIX
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             IN
             Sherwood
             liude
             stout
             Robin
             Hood
             an
             Archer
             great
             none
             greater
             .
             His
             bow
             &
             
             
             shafts
             were
             sure
             &
             good
             ,
             yet
             Cupids
             were
             much
             beter
             Robin
             could
             shoot
             at
             many
             a
             Hart
             and
             misse
             ,
             Cupid
             at
             first
             could
             
             
             hit
             a
             hart
             of
             his
             ,
             hey
             iolly
             Robin
             hoe
             iolly
             Robin
             ,
             hey
             iolly
             Robin
             Hood
             ,
             loue
             finds
             out
             
             
             me
             aswell
             as
             thee
             to
             follow
             mee
             .ii.
             .ii.
             .ii.
             to
             follow
             me
             to
             the
             green
             wood
             .
             
          
           
             
               2
            
             
               A
               noble
               thiefe
               was
               Robin
               Hoode
               ,
            
             
               Wise
               was
               he
               could
               deceiue
               him
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               Marrian
               in
               his
               brauest
               mood
               ,
            
             
               Could
               of
               his
               heart
               bereaue
               him
               ,
            
             
               No
               greater
               thiefe
               lies
               hidden
               vnder
               skies
               .
            
             
               then
               beauty
               closely
               lodgde
               in
               womens
               eyes
               .
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
            
             
               An
               Out-law
               was
               this
               Robin
               Hood
               ,
            
             
               His
               life
               free
               and
               vnruly
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               to
               faire
               Marrian
               bound
               he
               stood
            
             
               And
               loues
               debt
               payed
               her
               duely
               .
            
             
               Whom
               curbe
               of
               stricktest
               law
               could
               not
               hold
               in
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               with
               obeyednes
               and
               a
               winke
               could
               winne
               .
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
            
             
               Now
               wend
               we
               home
               stout
               Robin
               Hood
            
             
               Leaue
               we
               the
               woods
               behind
               vs
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               passions
               must
               not
               be
               with
               stood
               ,
            
             
               Loue
               euery
               where
               will
               find
               vs
               ,
            
             
               I
               liude
               in
               field
               and
               towne
               ,
               and
               so
               did
               he
               ,
            
             
               I
               got
               me
               to
               the
               woods
               ,
               loue
               followed
               me
               ,
            
             
               Hey
               iolly
               Robin
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             IN
             Sherwood
             .
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XX.
           
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             ITe
             caldi
             sos
             pi
             ri
             all
             freddo
             core
             ,
             Rompete
             
             
             il
             ghiaccio
             che
             pieta
             coontente
             e
             se
             preg
             ,
             mortale
             al
             ci
             ēl
             s'in
             
             
             ten
             de
             morte
             .ii.
             
             O
             mer
             cè
             sia
             fine
             al
             mio
             do
             lore
             Morte
             
             
             .ii.
             
             O
             mercè
             sie
             fine
             al
             〈◊〉
             do
             lore
             .
             
          
        
         
           
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             SA
             '
             mor
             non
             è
             che
             dunqne
             .
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
      
       
         
         
           XXI
           .
        
         
           ROBERT
           IONES
           .
        
         
           
             CANTVS
             .
          
           
             
             SAmor
             non
             è
             the
             dun
             que
             è
             quel
             ch'io
             sento
             ?
             Se
             buona
             ,
             on
             -
             de
             è
             effette
             as
             -
             pro
             mortale
             ?
             
             
             Ma
             s
             eg
             li
             è
             a
             mor
             ,
             per
             dio
             che
             cosa
             è
             quae
             le
             ?
             Sa
             '
             mi
             a
             vog
             li
             a.
             ar
             de
             Se
             ri
             a
             ,
             on
             de
             e
             '
             fi
             dolce
             og
             ni
             tor
             men
             tk
             ?
             
             
             on
             de
             è
             il
             piau
             to
             el
             la
             men
             to
             Sa
             '
             mal
             miogrado
             ,
             il
             la
             men
             tar
             che
             va
             
             
             la
             .ii.
             
             O
             viua
             morte
             .ii.
             
             O
             diletto
             se
             ma
             
             
             le
             come
             puoi
             tanto
             in
             me
             s'io
             no'l
             con
             sento
             .
             
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             BASSVS
             .
          
           
             
             ITe
             Calde
             Sospiri
             :
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
          
        
      
    
     
  

