A Musical Dreame or Fourth Booke of Ayres

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 abide.
Hee like a foole as he was replide:
In faith chil* have a wife, a wife, a wife,
O what a life do I lead
For a wife in my bed
I may not tell you,
 O there to have a wife, a wifem awife,
O tis a smart to my hart,
Tis a racke to my backe and to my belly.

Scarcely was hee wedded,
Full a fortnighty space,
But that he was in a heavie 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 to lead,
With a wife in my bedde,
I may not tell you,
O there to have a wife, a wife, a wife,
O tis a smart to my heart,
Tis a racke to my backe and to my belly.

All you that are Batchelers,
Be learnd by crying Will,
When you are well to remaine so still,
Better for to tarry,
And alone to lie,
Than like a foole with a foole to crie:
A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife,
O what a life do I leade,
With a wife in my bed,
I may not tell you,
O  there to have a wife, a wife, a wife,
O tis a smart to my heart,
Tis a racke to my backe
And to my belly.

In Sherwood lived stout Robin Hood,
An archer great, none greater,
His bow and shafts were sure and good,
Yet Cupid's were much better,
Robin could shoot at many a Hart and misse,
Cupid at first could hit a hart of his.
Hey! jolly Robin Hood!
Love finds out me
As well as thee,
To follow me to the greenwood.

A noble thief was Robin Hood,
Wise was he could deceive him;
Yet Marian in his bravest mood
Could of his heart bereave him;
No greater thiefe lies hidden under skies
Than beauty closely logde in womens eyes.
Hey! jolly Robin Hood!
Love finds out me
As well as thee,
To follow me to the greenwood.

An outlaw was this Robin Hood,
His life free and unruly,
Yet to fair Marian bound he stood
And love's debt paid her duly:
Whom curbe of strictest law could not hold in,
Love with obeydness and a wink could winne.
Hey! jolly Robin Hood!
Love finds out me
As well as thee,
To follow me to the greenwood.

Now wend we home, stout Robin Hood,
Leave we the woods behind us,
Love-passions must not be withstood,
Love ev'rywhere will find us.
I lived in field and town, and so did he,
I got me to the woods, love followed me.
Hey! jolly Robin Hood!
Love finds out me
As well as thee,
To follow me to the greenwood.

Ite, caldi sospiri, al freddo core,
rompete il ghiaccio che Pietà contende,
et se prego mortale al ciel s’intende,
morte o mercé sia fine al mio dolore.

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