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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The Love Call
Anonymous
Phyllida.
CORYDON, arise, my Corydon! | Titan shineth clear. Corydon. | Who is it that calleth Corydon? | Who is it that I hear? Phyl. | Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee, | Arise then, arise then, | Arise and keep thy flock with me! Cor. | Phyllida, my true love, is it she? | I come then, I come then, | I come and keep my flock with thee. Phyl. | Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon; | Eat them for my sake. Cor. | Here’s my oaten pipe, my lovely one, | Sport for thee to make. Phyl. | Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, | To knit thee, to knit thee, | A pair of stockings white as milk. Cor. | Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, | To make thee, to make thee, | A bonnet to withstand the heat. Phyl. | I will gather flowers, my Corydon, | To set in thy cap. Cor. | I will gather pears, my lovely one, | To put in thy lap. Phyl. | I will buy my true love garters gay | For Sundays, for Sundays, | To wear about his legs so tall. Cor. | I will buy my true love yellow say, | For Sundays, for Sundays, | To wear about her middle small. Phyl. | When my Corydon sits on a hill | Making melody— Cor. | When my lovely one goes to her wheel, | Singing cheerily— Phyl. | Sure methinks my true love doth excel | For sweetness, for sweetness, | Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight. Cor. | And methinks my true love bears the bell | For clearness, for clearness, | Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. Phyl. | Had my Corydon, my Corydon, | Been, alack! her swain— Cor. | Had my lovely one, my lovely one, | Been in Ida plain— Phyl. | Cynthia Endymion had refused, | Preferring, preferring | My Corydon to play withal. Cor. | The Queen of Love had been excused | Bequeathing, bequeathing | My Phyllida the golden ball. Phyl. | Yonder comes my mother, Corydon, | Whither shall I fly? Cor. | Under yonder beech, my lovely one, | While she passeth by. Phyl. | Say to her thy true love was not here: | Remember, remember, | To-morrow is another day. Cor. | Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; | Farewell then, farewell then! | Heaven keep our loves alway.
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