IX. DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO LOVERS. "In which," sir J. Hawkins, from whom it is given, gravely remarks, "there is great simplicity of style and sentiment, and a frankness discoverable on the lady's part not warranted by the manners of the present time." It likewise occurs in the old part song book, 1530, whence it has been corrected since the last edition. The music, in three parts, was by dr. Fayrfax. "MIN hartys lust and all my plesure, Ys gevyn wher I maye not take yt ageyn." "Do ye repent?" "Naye, I make you sure." "What ys the cause then [that] ye do complayn?" "It plesyth my hart to shew part of my payn." "To whom?" "To you." "Please that wyl not me; Be all thes wordys to me, they be in vayn, "I do complayn, and [can] find no relese." 66 Say ye soth? "Yee, I make god a vowe." "Who ys your lady?" "I put case you.” "Who, I? nay, be sure, yt ys not soo." "In fayth, ye be." Why do ye swere now ?" "For, in good fayth, I love you and no moo." "No mo but me?" "No, so sayd I." May I you trust? " Yee, I make you sure." "Yes, I shall tel you why." "I fere nay." 'let's' here." "Ye have my hart in cure." "Your hart? nay." I do you love." "In feyth, I do." "Yes, wythout mesure, "I pray yow, say not so.' May I of you be sure?" "Yee, in good fayth." "Then am I yours, allsoo." X. THE KIND LADY REPROACHES HER DEFAMATORY DESERTER. AND wyll ye serve me so? For my kyndnes, thus to serve me soo! In fayth ye be to blame, For my good wyll me to dyffame, And therof to make a game: And yet to serve me so. And wyll ye serve me so? For my kyndnes, thus to serve me so! Be Crist, spare not, hardely, I trust ons, or that I dye, To do as moche for you, perdy; And yf ye serve me soo. And wyl ye serve me so? For my kyndnes, thus to serve me so ! Why, then, adew, I wyll be playn: For my kindnes, thus to serve me so! XI. IN PRAISE OF THE JOYFUL LIFE OF A BACHELOR. From sir J. Hawkins's History of Music. THE bachelor most joyfullye, In pleasant plight doth pass his daies, He doth maintaine and kepe alwaie[s]. With damsells brave he maye well goe, If he be merie and toy with any, His wife will frowne, and words geve manye: Her yellow hose she strait will put on, So that the married man dare not displease his wife Joane. XII. MY SWETE SWETYNG. From the same work. [My swetyng] is so proper and pure, Full stedfast, stabill and demure, There is none such, ye may be sure, As my swete sweting. In all thys world, as thynketh me, As my swete swetyng. When I behold my swetyng swete, Above all other prayse must I, A's my swete swetyng. XIII. MUTUAL AFFECTION. From a MS. of the Harleian collection (No. 3362.) My joye it is from her to here, Whom that my mynd ys ever to see, Of deuty nedes I must hur love, Therfore my hart shall not remove, Both love for love and hart for hart, Which hath my hart so stedfastly, Ther ys no payne may me convert, For I love hur and she lovyth me. Chryst wolt the fuger of hur swete face V. 14. dwell. 10 * In mr. Ritsons transcript of this song, for the present edition, the 7th and 11th verses are transposed, and the concluding stanza, of the manuscript copy, omitted. Ed. |