Eternitie singes alone Bring away this Sacred Tree, The Tree of Grace and Bountie, Set it in Bel-Annas eye, For she, she, only she Can all Knotted spels vnty. Pull'd from the Stocke, let her blest Hands conuay To any suppliant Hand, a bough, And let that Hand aduance it now Against a Charme, that Charme shall fade away.
The Description of a Maske on S. Stephen's Night
by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)
1. Song: Bring away this Sacred Tree
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- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. Song: Goe, happy man
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A song while the Squires descend with the bough toward the Scene. Goe, happy man, like th'Euening Starre, Whose beames to Bride-groomes well-come are : May neither Hagge nor feind withstand The powre of thy Victorious Hand. The Vncharm'd Knights surrender now, By vertue of thy raised Bough. Away, Enchauntments, Vanish quite, No more delay our longing sight : ' Tis fruitelesse to contend with Fate, Who giues vs pow're against your hate. Braue Knights, in Courtly pompe appeare For now are you long-look't for heere.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]3. Song: While dancing rests
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The third Song of three partes, with a Chorus of fiue partes, sung after the first Daunce. While dancing rests, fit place to musicke graunting, Good spels the Fates shall breath, al enuy daunting, Kind eares with ioy enchaunting, chaunting. Chorus. Io, Io, Hymen. Like lookes, like hearts, like loues are linck't together : So must the Fates be pleas'd, so come they hether, To make this Ioy perseuer, euer. Chorus. Io, Io, Hymen. Loue decks the spring, her buds to th' ayre exposing, Such fire here in these bridall Breasts reposing, We leaue with charmes enclosing, closing. Chorus. Io, Io, Hymen.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]4. Song: Come a shore, come, merrie mates
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Come a shore, come, merrie mates, With your nimble heeles and pates : Summon eu'ry man his Knight, Enough honour's is this night. Now, let your Sea-borne Goddesse come, Quench these lights, and make all dombe. Some sleepe ; others let her call : And so Godnight to all, godnight to all.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]Total word count: 294