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But reede me, what payne doth thee so appall ?<br />

Or louest thou, or bene thy younglings mis<br />

went ?<br />

PERIGOT<br />

Loue hath misled both my younglings,and mee<br />

I pyne for payne, and they my payne to see<br />

WlLLYE<br />

Perdie and wellawaye ill may they thnue<br />

Neuer knewe I louers sheepe in good plight 20<br />

But and if in rymes with me thou dare striue,<br />

Such fond fantsies shall soone be put to flight<br />

PERIGOT<br />

That shall I doe, though mochell worse I fared<br />

Neuer shall be sayde that Perigot was dared<br />

WlLLYE<br />

<strong>The</strong>n loe Perigot the Pledge, which I plight<br />

A mazer ywrought <strong>of</strong> the Maple warre<br />

Wherein is enchased many a fayre sight<br />

Of Beres and Tygres, that maken fiers warre<br />

And ouer them spred a goodly wild vine,<br />

Entrailed with a wanton Yuie twine 30<br />

<strong>The</strong>reby is a Lambe in the Wolues lawes<br />

But see, howfast renneth the shepheard swayne,<br />

To saue the innocent from the beastes pawes<br />

And here with his shepehooke hath him shyne<br />

Tell me, such a cup hast thou euer sene ?<br />

Well mought it beseme any haruest Queene<br />

PERIGOT<br />

<strong>The</strong>reto will I pawne yonder spotted Lambe,<br />

Of all my flocke there nis sike another<br />

For 1 brought him vp without the Dambe<br />

But Colin Clout rafte me <strong>of</strong> his brother, 40<br />

That he purchast <strong>of</strong> me in the playne held<br />

Sore against my will was I forst to yield<br />

WlLLYE<br />

Sicker make like account <strong>of</strong> his brother<br />

But who shall ludge the wager wonne or lost ?<br />

PERIGOT<br />

That shall yonder heardgrome, and none other,<br />

Which ouer the pousse hetherward doth post<br />

WlLLYE<br />

But for the Sunnebeame so sore doth vs beate,<br />

Werenotbetter,toshunnethescortchingheate?<br />

PERIGOT<br />

Well agreed Willy then sitte thee downe<br />

swayne 49<br />

Sike a song neuer heardest thou, but Colin sing<br />

CVDDIE<br />

Gynne,when yely st,yeiolly shepheards twayne<br />

Sike a ludge, as Cuddie, were for a king<br />

SPENSER<br />

AVGVST 449<br />

Perigot T fell vpon a holly eue,<br />

Willye hey ho hollidaye,<br />

Per When holly fathers wont to shrieue<br />

Wil now gynneth this roundelay<br />

Per Sitting vpon a hill so hye<br />

Wil hey ho the high hyll,<br />

Per <strong>The</strong> while my flocke did feede thereby,<br />

Wil the while the shepheard selfe did spill<br />

Per I saw the bouncing Bellibone, 61<br />

Wil hey ho Bonibell,<br />

Per Tripping ouer the dale alone,<br />

Wil she can trippe it very well<br />

Per Well decked in a frocke <strong>of</strong> gray,<br />

Wil hey ho gray is greete,<br />

Per And in a Kirtle <strong>of</strong> greene saye,<br />

Wil the greene is for maydens meete<br />

Per A chapelet on her head she wore,<br />

Wil hey ho chapelet, 70<br />

Per Of sweete Violets therein was store,<br />

Wil she sweeter then the Violet<br />

Per My sheepe did leaue theyr wonted foode,<br />

Wil hey ho seely sheepe,<br />

Per And gazd on her, as they were wood,<br />

Wil woode as he, that did them keepe<br />

Per As the bonilasse passed bye,<br />

Wil hey ho bonilasse,<br />

Per She roude at me with glauncing eye,<br />

Wil as cleare as the christall glasse 80<br />

Per All as the Sunnye beame so bright,<br />

Wil hey ho the Sunne beame,<br />

Per Glaunceth from Phoebus face forthright,<br />

Wil so loue into thy hart did streame<br />

Per Or as the thonder cleaues the cloudes,<br />

Wil hey ho the Thonder,<br />

Per Wherein the lightsome leum shroudes<br />

Wil so cleaues thy soule a sonder<br />

Per Or as Dame Cynthias siluer raye<br />

Wil hey ho the Moonelight, 90<br />

Per Vpon the glyttering waue doth playe<br />

Wil such play is a pitteous plight<br />

Per <strong>The</strong> glaunce into my heart did glide,<br />

Wil hey ho the giyder,<br />

Per <strong>The</strong>rewith my soule was sharply gryde,<br />

Wil such woundes soone wexen wider<br />

Per Hasting to raunch the arrow out,<br />

Wil hey ho Perigot<br />

Per I left the head in my hart roote<br />

Wil it was a desprate shot 100<br />

Per <strong>The</strong>re it ranckleth ay more and more,<br />

Wil hey ho the arrowe,<br />

Per Ne can I find salue for my sore<br />

Wil loue is a curelesse sorrowe<br />

Per And though my bale withdeath I bought,<br />

Wil hey ho heauie cheere,<br />

Per Yet should thilklassenot frommy thought<br />

Wil so you may buye gold to deare<br />

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