is but sporting in most shewing meaning least fa la la .ii. .ii. .ii. fa la la la la la fa la la. VII ROBERT IONES CANTVS ON a time in summer season Iocky late with Ienny walking like a lout made loue with talking when he should be doing Reason still he cries when he should dally dally dally dally .ii. when he should dally Ienny sweet Ienny sweet shal I .ii. sweet Ienny sweet shall I shall I shall I. 2 Ienny as most women vse it Who say nay when they would haue it VVith a bolde face seemed to craue it With a faint looke did refuse it Iocky lost his time to dally Still he cries sweete shall I shall I. 3 She who knew that backward dealing was a foe to forward longing To auoide her owne hearts wronging with a sigh loues sute reuealing Said locky sweet when you would dally Doe you cry sweet shall I shal I. 4 Iocky knew by her replying That a no is I in wooing That an asking without doing Is the way to loues denying Now he knowes when he would dally How to spare sweet shall I shall I. BASSVS ON a time in summers seafon ALTVS ON a time in summers season Iocky late with Ienny walking like a lout made loue with talking when he should be doing Reason still he cries when he should dally dally .ii. .ii. when he should dally .ii. .ii. when he should dally Ienny sweet .ii. sweet sweet sweet Ienny sweet shall I shall I Ienny .ii. shall I. VIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS FArewell fond youth if thou hadst not bin blind out of my eye thou mightst haue read my minde but now I plainely see how thou wouldst faine leaue me sure I was a curst not to goe at first sure I was acurst O fie fie no sweete stay I will tell thee why no sure I was accurst not to goe at first sure I was ac curst O fie fie no sweet stay and I will tell thee why no. 2 Once more farewell since first I heard thee speake And had but sung farewell my heart would breake But now since I doe find thy loue is like the wind What a foole was I To be like to die What a foole was I I was not Yet say I was a foole I passe not 3 Woes me alasse why did I let him goe These be the fruites of idle saying no Now that he can disproue me how shall he euer loue me Nay but is he gone Then I am vndone Nay but is he gone O hold him Fie forty things are yet vnt old him BASSVS FArewell fond youth ALTVS FArewell fond youth if theu hadst not beene blind out of mine eyes thou mightst haue read my mind but now I plainely see how thou wouldst faine leaue me sure I was accurst not to goe at first sure I was accurst O fie fie fie no sweet stay and I will tell thee why no sure I was accurst not to goe at first sure I was accurst O sie no sweet stay and I will tell thee why no. IX ROBERT IONES CANTVS HOw should I shew my loue vnto my loue but The way by pen or tong I dare not proue their hide but hide it from all eyes saue my loues eyes Lookes are more safe yet ouer them are drifts their drifts are oft discouered by the wisee spies Then what 's the way to cosen iealousie which martyrs loue .ii. .ii. by marking narrowly 2 By all these wayes may thy affections walke VVithout suspition of the iealous guarde Thy whispering tong to her closde care shall talke And be importunate till it be harde Papers shall passe lookes shall not be debarde To looke for loues young infants in her eyes Be franke and bold as she is kind and wise 3 O who can be so francke as she is kind VVhose kindnesse merites more then Monarchies Boldnesse with her milde grace grace cannot find Onely her wit ouer that doth tyrannize Then let her worth and thy loue simpathize Sith her worth to thy loue cannot be knowne Nor thy loue to her worthinesse be showne TENOR HOw should I shew my loue vnto my loue .ii. but hide but hide it from all eyes saue my loues eies The way by pen or tongbe I dare not proue .ii. their drifts their drifts are oft discouered by the wise Lookes are more safe yet ouer them are spies yet .ii. then what 's the way to cosen iealousie to .ii. .ii. iealousie which Martyrs loue .ii. by marking narrowly BASSVS HOw should I shew .ii. my loue vnto my The way by pen .ii. or tong I daren loue vnto my loue but hide but hide it from all eyes saue proue .ii. their drifts their .ii. are oft discouered my loues eyes Lookes are more safe yet ouer them are by the wise spies are spies then what 's the way to cosen iealousie to .ii. which martyrs loue .ii. .ii. .ii. by marking narrowly ALTVS HOw should I shew my loue vnto my loue vnâ—â— .ii. but hide it from all eyes saue my loues eyes The way by pen or tongue I dare not proue .ii. their drifts are oft discouered by the wise Lookes are more safe yet ouer them are spies then what 's the way .ii what 's the way then what 's .ii. .ii. to cosen iealousie which martyrs loue .ii. .ii. by marking narrowly X. ROBERT IONES CANTVS O He is gone O he is gone O he is gone and I am here aye me aye me why are wee thus deuided My sight in his eyes did appeare my soule .ii. .ii. by his soules thought was guided then come againe .ii. .ii. my all my life my being soules zeale harts ioy eares gester eyes onely seeing 2 Come sable care sease on my heart Take vp the roomes that ioyes once filled Natures sweet blisse is slaine by Art A sence blacke frost liues spring hath killed Then come againe my loue my deere my treasure My blisse my fate my end my hopes full measure TENOR O O he is gone and I am here .ii. I am O .ii. ah me .ii. why are we thus deuided my sight by his soules thought was guided did appeare my soule .ii. by his soules thought was guided then come againe my all my life beeing soule zeale hearts ioy eares guest eyes onely seeing onely seeing BASSVS O He is gone .ii. .ii. and I am here O .ii. is gone and I am here aye me aye me why are we thus deui ded my sight in his eyes did appeare did appeare my soule .ii. by his soules thought was guided then come againe O then .ii. .ii. my al my life my beeing soules zeale harts ioy eares guest eyes onely seeing ALTVS O He is gone .ii. .ii. and I am here O .ii. he is gone O hee .ii. ah me ah me why are we thus deuided my sight in his eyes did appeare did ap peare my soule .ii. .ii. by his soules thought was guided then come again .ii. my all my life my being soule zeale harts ioy eares guest eyes onlie seeing XI ROBERT IONES CANTVS ANd
absence griefe haue no relenting ALTVS GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle me I had rather life should fayle me then endure thy slow tormenting life our griefe and vs doe seuer doe seuer once for euer absence griefes haue no relenting XV. ROBERT IONES CANTVS IF in this flesh where thou in drencht dost lie poore soule thou canst reare vp .ii. .ii. thy limed wings carry my thoughts vp to the sacred skie .ii. and wash them in those heauenly hallowed springs where ioy and requium requium The holy Angels sings whilst all heauens vault .ii. with blessed Ecchoes .ii. .ii. .ii. blessed Echoes rings 2 Awaked with this harmony diuine O how my soule mounts vp her throned head And giues again with natiue glory shine Wash with repentance then thy dayes missed Then ioyes with requium mayest thou with Angels sing Whilest all heauens vault with blessed Ecchoes ring TENOR IF in the flesh the flesh If in .ii. thou dost lie poore soule thou caust reare vp thou .ii. carry my thoughts vp to the sacred skie vp .ii. and wash them in those heauenly hallowed springs where ioy and requium .ii. the holy Angels sings whilst all heauens vault .ii. .ii. with blessed Ecchoe .ii. .ii. ring Ecchoering BASSVS IF in this flesh .ii. where thou indrencht dost lie poore soule thou canst reare vp thou .ii. thy limed wings carry my thoughts vp to vp to the sacred skie .ii. and wash them in those heauenly hallowed springs where ioy and requium and .ii. the holy Angels sings whilst all heauens vault .ii. with blessed Ecchoe rings .ii. rings ALTVS IF in the flesh where thou indrencht dost lie poore soule poore soule shou canst reare vp thy limed .ii. wings thou canst .ii. wings carry my thoughts vp to the sacred skies vp to .ii. and wash them in those heauely hallowed springs where ioyes requium and requium the holy angels sing the .ii. whilst all heauens vault .ii. .ii. with blessed Ecchoe .ii. .ii. with blessed Ecchoes Ring XVI ROBERT IONES CANTVS OThred of life when thou art speÌ„t how are my sorrowes eased O earth why tremblest O vaile of flesh wheÌ„ thou art rent how shal my soule be pleased thou at death that did re ceiue both heate and breath by bargain of a second birth that done .ii that done again to be cold earth Come death .ii. .ii. deere widwife to my life see sin and ver tue holde at strife Make hast away lest thy de lay .ii. bee my decay world of in anity school house of vanity minion of hell fare well .ii. .ii. farewell 2 O coward life whose feare doth tie me in distasting sences Infused part mount vp on hie life gets on life offences O flie immortall flie away Be not immurde in finite clay Where true loue doth with selfe loue fight Begetting thoughts that doe affright Courage faint heart sound trumpet death I le find it wind with all my breath O case of glasse Confusions mase A flouring grasse Temple of treachery Soule yoake to misery Store-house of hell Farewell farewell TENOR OThred of life when thou art spent how are my sorrowes eased O earth why temblest thou at O vaile of flesh when thou art rent how shall my soule be pleased death that did receiue both heate and breath by bargaine of a second birth that done that done againe to be cold earth Come death .ii. .ii. deare widwife to my life see sinâ—e and vertue hold at strife make hast away lest thy delay ii be my decay de cay world of inanity .ii. schoole-house of vanity vanity minion of hell farewell minion .ii. farewell farewell .ii. BSASVS OThred of life when thou art spent how are my O vale of flesh when thou art rent how shal my sorrowes eased O earth why tremblest thou at death soule be pleased that did receiue both heat breath by bargain of a second birth that done .ii. again to be cold earth come death .ii .ii. deere midwife to my life see sinne vertue hold at strife Make hast away lest thy delay ii be my decay world of inanity schoole-house of vanity O minion of hell farewell ii minion ofhel farewell farewell farewell ALTVS OThred of life when thou art spent how are my sorrowes eased O earth why trem-blest thou at death O vayle of flesh when thou art rent how shall my soule be pleased that did receiue both heate and breath by bargaine of a second birth that done .ii. again .ii. come death .ii. deere midwife to my life see sin and vertue hold at strife make hast away lest thy delay .ii. be my de cay world of inanity anity .ii. school-house of vanity .ii. minion of hell farewell .ii. farewell fare well XVII ROBERT IONES CANTVS WHen I sit reading all alone that secret booke where in I sigh I sigh I .ii. I sigh to looke how many spots there bee I wish I could not see I wish I could not see or from my selfe might flee 2 Mine eyes for refuge then with zeale befixe the skies My teares doe cloude those eyes My sighes doe blow them drie And yet I liue to die My selfe I cannot flie 3 Heauens I implore that knowes my fault what shall I doe To hell I dare not goe The world first made me rue My selfe my griefes renew To whome then shall I sue 4 Alasse my soule doth faint to draw this doubtfull breath Is thereno hope in death Oyes death ende my woes Death me from me will lose My selfe am all my foes TENOR WHen I sit reading all alone that secret booke wherein I sigh I sigh to looke how many spottes there bee .ii. there be I wish I could not see .ii. or from my selfe might flee BSASVS WHen I sit reading all alone that secret booke wherein I sigh I sigh to looke how many spots there be there bee I wish I could not see .ii. .ii I wish I could not see or from my selfe might flee ALTVS WHen I sit reading all alone that secret booke wherein I sigh I sigh to looke to looke how many spots there be I wish I could not see .ii. ii or from my selfe might flee XVIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS FAine would I speake but feare to giue offence makes mee tetire .ii. and in amasement stand still breathing forth .ii. my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore hart is slaine by her faire hands faire hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes .ii. were leueldat my heart 2 Those eyes two pointed Diamonds did engraue VVithin my heart the true and liuely forme Of that sweet Saint whose pitty most I craue VVhose absence makes me comfortlesse to mourne And sighing say Sweet would she knew my loue My plaints perhaps her mind may somewhat moue 3 But if she knew what if she did reiect Yet better t were by her sweet doome to die That she might know my deare loues true effect Then thus to liue in vnknowne misery Yet after death it may be she would say His too
A MVSICALL DREAME OR THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF AYRES The First part is for the Lute two Voyces and the Viole de Gambo The Second part is for the Lute the Uiole and foure Uoices to Sing The Third part is for one Voyce alone or to the Lute the Basse Viole or to both if you please VVhereof two are Italian Ayres Composed by ROBERT IONES Que prosunt singula multa iuuant THOV SHALT LABOR FOR PEACE PLENTIE LONDON Imprinted by IOHN WINDET and are to be solde by SIMON WATERSON in Powles Church-yeard at the Signe of he Crowne 1609. TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL AND WORthy Gentleman Sir IOHN LEVINTHORPE Knight perpetuall Happinesse and Content IT is not vnknowne vnto your wel deseruing selfe Right VVorshipfull that not long since I tooke my Ultimum vale with a resoluing in my selfe neuer to publish any workes of the same Nature and Fashion whereupon I betooke me to the ease of my Pillow where Somnus hauing taken possession of my eyes and Morpheus the charge of my senses it happened mee to fall into a Musical dreame wherein I chanced to haue many opinions and extrauagant humors of diuers Natures and Conditions some of modest mirth some of amorcus Loue and some of most diuine contemplation all these I hope shall not giue any distaste to the eares or dislike to the mind eyther in their words or in their seuer all sounds although it is not necessarie to relate or diuulge all Dreames or Phantasies that Opinion begets in sleepe or happeneth to the mindes apparâ—tion And continuing long in this my dreaming slumber I began to awake and vpon my eyes vnclosing I bethought my selfe being full awaked aduising in my mind whome to elect and chuse as a Patrone for the same I was easily inuited to make choice of your VVorship as one to whome I necessarily ought both loue and duety And howsoeuer I might feare that you wil not acknowledge it yet in that Nature hath inriched you with more then ordinarie knowledge in this Art beeing a witnes of that Loue which you haue alwayes afforded to Musicke I emboldened my selfe the rather to present it vnto you Accept it then good Sir as a Token of vnfained Loue and a debt worthily due vnto you for your many fauours done to him that is At your Worships commaund ROBERT IONES To all Musicall Murmurers This Greeting THou whose eare itches with the varietie of opinion hearing thine owne sound as the Ecchoe reuerberating others substance and vnprofitable in it selfe shewes to the World comfortable noyse though to thy owne vse little pleasure by reason of vncharitable censure I speake to thee musicall Momus thou from whose nicetie numbers as easily passe as drops fall in the showre but with lesse profite I compare thee to the hie way dust that flies into mens eyes and will not thence without much trouble for thou in thy dispersed iudgement not onely art offensiue to seeing knowledge but most faulty false to deseruing industry picking moates out of the most pure Bisse and smoothing the plainest veluet when onely thine owne opinion is more wrinckled and more vitious in it selfe then grosser soyle so that as a brush infected with filth thou rather soylest then makest perfect any way I haue stood at thine elbow and heard thee prophane euen Musickes best Note and with thy vntunde rellish Sol Fade most ignobly I am assured and I care not greatly that thou wilt lay to my charge my whilome vow Neuer againe because I promised as much but vnderstand me thou vns kilfull descanter deriue from that Note of Plaine Song charitable numbers and thou shalt find harsh voices are often a Note aboue Ela reduced by truer iudgement which I bereaue thee of knowing thy Rules are as our new come Lutes being of many stringes not easily vsed vnlesse in aduenture till practise put forward into deseruing Diuision This my aduenture is no deed but a dreame and what are dreames but airie possessions and seuerall ayres breathing harmonious whisperings though to thee discord yet to others indifferent I will not say excellent because it is an others office not mine but let them be as they are others profites and my paines set forth for pleasure not for purposed poyson to infect imagination no but as a showre falling in a needfull season so I flatter my selfe at least and will say so euer by any other whose labour shall vplift Musicall meditation the onely wing of true courage being the most pleasing voice of man whose sweetenes reacheth vnto heauen it selfe It is hard if al this paines reape not good commendations and it is water wrung out of a Flint in thee sith thou neuer thinkst well of any and wert in thy selfe so vnskilfull euer as thy Tutor from the first howre could neuer make thee sing in Tune be as thou art a lumpe of deformity without fashion bredde in the bowels of disdaine and brought forth by bewitcht Megaera the fatall Widwife to all true merite Giue me leaue to depart or if not without it I am gone carelesse of thy censuring and fully perswaded thou canst not thinke well and therefore art curst in thy Cradle neuer to be but cruell and being borne with teeth in thy head bitst euery one harmeles in this or what else honest industry makes thy earegossip too Farewell if thou wilt in kindnesse or hold thy selfe from further carping A TABLE CONtaining all the Songes in this Booke THough your strangenes frets my heart 1 Sweet Kate of lateranne away 2 Once did I serue a cruell heart 3 Will said to his Mammy that he would goe woe 4 Harke harke wot you what 5 My complayning is but faining 6 On a time in summers season 7 Farewel fond youth if thou hadst not beene blind 8 How should I shew my loue vnto my loue 9 O he is gone and I am here 10 And is it night are they thine eyes that shine 11 She hath an eye aye me 12 I know not what yet that I feele is much 13 Griefe of my best loues absenting 14 If in this flesh where thou indrencht dost lie 15 O thred of life when thou art spent 16 When I sit reading all alone 17 Faine would I speake but feare to giue offence 18 In Sherwood liude stout Robin Hood 19 Ite Caldi sospiri 20 Samor non è che dunque 21 I. ROBERT IONES CANTVS THough your strangenes frets my heart yet must I not com plaine You perswade me t is but Art which secret loue must faine If another you af fect t is but a toy to a uoide suspect Is this faire excusing O no O no .ii. .ii. O no no no no no all is abu sing 2 When your wisht sight I desire Suspition you pretend Causlesse you your selfe retire Whilst I in vaine attend Thus a louer as you say Still made more eager by delay Is this faire excusing O no all is abusing 3 When another holds your hand You le sweare I hold your heart
is it night are they thine eyes that shine are we a lone and here and here and here alone may I come neere may I. ii but touch ii but touch thy shrine is Ielousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lippes with thine lippes kisses Ioyes haue blessings most diuine 2 O come my deare our griefes are turnde to night And night to ioyes night blinds pale enuies eyes Silence and sleepe prepare vs our delight O ease we then our woes our griefes our cries O vanish words words doe but passions moue O deerest life ioyes sweet O sweetest loue TENOR ANd is it night are they thy eyes that shine are we alone and here alone and here a lone may I come neere may I may I but touch and touch .ii. .ii. thy shrine is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine lips kisses ioyes happe blessing most diuine BASSVS ANd is it night are they thine eyes that shine Are we alone and here alone and here a lone may I come neere may I but touch .ii. thy shrine is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine with thine lips kisses ioyes hap O blessing m ost diuine ALTVS ANd is it night are they thy eyes that shine that shine are wee alone .ii. and here alone .ii. may I come neare may I but touch but touch but touch thy shrine Is iealousie a sleepe and is he gone O Gods no more silence my lips with thine lips kisses ioyes happe blessing most diuine XII ROBERT IONES CANTVS SHe hath an eye ah me ah me shee .ii. an eye to see .ii. ah me that shee hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe hey hoe hey hoe hey hoe .ii. .ii. ah me that an eye .ii. .ii. should make her liue and mee to die wise mens eyes are in their mind but louers eyes are euer blind 2 She hath a lippe ah ah alas Two lippes which doe themselues surpasse Alasse two lips for kisses Of earthly loue the heauenly blisses hey hoe hey hoe Alasse oh woe that a heauen Should make vs ods that make all euen Ladies kisses are a charme That kill vs ere they doe vs harme 3 She hath a heart ah me ah me A heart she hath which none can see Ah me that I haue none Which makes me sigh yea sighing grone hey hoe hey hoe Hey hoe aye me that I part And liue yet leaue wich her my heart Hartlesse men may liue by loue This she doth know and this I proue TENOR SHe hath an eye .ii. nye me aye me she hath an eye .ii. an eye to see .ii. aye me that she hath two .ii. which makes me sigh as louers doe .ii. as louers doe with hey hoe .ii. with hey hoe alasse that an eye should make her liue and me to die should .ii. to die for wise mens eyes are in the mind but louers eyes are euer blind BASSVS SHe hath an eye .ii. ah me .ii. she hath an eye an eye to see shee .ii. ah mee that she hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe to sigh as louers doe with hey hoe with hey hoe hey hoe .ii. hey ho O that an eye should make her liue and me to die Ladies kisses are a charme .ii. that kill vs ere they doe vs harme ALTVS SHe hath an eye hath an eye ah me ah me she .ii. to see an eye to see ah me that she hath too which makes me sigh as louers doe as .ii. .ii. hey hoe hey hoe hey hoe aye me aye me that an eye that an eye .ii. .ii. should make her liue and me to die .ii. Ladies kisses are a charme .ii. that kill vs ere they doe vs harme XIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS I Know not what ii yet that I feele is much it came I know not when it was not euer yet hurtes I know not how yet is it such as I am pleasd .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer It is a wound .ii. that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not that it were not so 2 Pleasde with a thought that endeth with a sigh Sometimes I smile when teares stand in my eyes Yet then and there such sweet contentment lieth Both when and where my sweet sower torment lies O out alas I cannot long endure it And yet alasse I care not when I cure it 3 But well away me thinks I am not shee That wonted was these fits as soule to scorne One and the same euen so I seeme to be As lost I liue yet of my selfe forlorne What may this be that thus my mind doth moue Alasse I feare God shield it be not loue TENOR I Know not with .ii. .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much is much it came I know not when it was not euer it hurts I know now how it is it such yet is it such as I am pleasde .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer .ii it is a wound that wasteth still in woe still in woe and I yet I would not I wold not that it were not so BASSVS I Know not what .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much .ii. it came I know not when .ii. it was not euer it hurts I know not how yet is it such .ii. as I am pleasde though it be cured though .ii. neuer It is a wound .ii. that wasteth still in woe and yet I would not that it were not so ALTVS I Know not what .ii. .ii. yet that I feele is much ii came I know not when I know not when .ii. it came I know not when .ii. yet is it such .ii. as I am pleasd .ii. .ii. though it be cured neuer .ii. it is a wound .ii. .ii. that wasteth still in woe yet I would not that it were not so XIIII ROBERT IONES CANTVS GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle mee I had rather life should fayle mee then endure thy slow for menting life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer absence griefe haue no relenting 2 Well be it foule absence spights me So far of it cannot send her As my heart should not attend her O how this thoughts thought delights me Absence doe thy worst and spare not Know I care not When thou wrongst me my thoughts right me 3 O but such thoughts proue illusions Shadowes of a substance banisht Dreames of pleasure too soone vanisht Reasons maimde of their conclusions Then since thoughts and all deceiue me O life leaue me End of life ends loues confusions TENOR GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle me I had rather life should fayle me then endure thy slow tormenting life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer Absence griefe haue no relenting BASSVS GRiefe griefe of my best loues absenting Now O now wilt thou assayle me I had rather life should fayle me then endure thy slow tormenting Life our griefes and vs doe seuer once for euer
much loue did worke his liues decay TENOR FAin would I speak but feare to giue offence offence makes mee retire .ii. and in amazement stand still breathing forth .ii. my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore heart is slame by her fairehand by her faire hand Faire hands indeed the guiders of the darr of the dart that from her eyes that .iii were leuelde at my heart BSASVS FAin wold I speake but feare to giue offence makes mee retire .ii. and in amazement stand and .ii. still breathing forth my woes in fruitlesse silence whilst my poore heart is slaine is slaine by her faire hand Faire hand indeed the guiders of the dart the guider of the dart that from her eyes were leueld at my heart ALTVS FAine would I speake .ii. but feare to giue offence makes me retire and in amasement stand still breathing forth .ii. .ii. forth whilst my poore heart is slaine by her faire hand by .ii. faire hands indeed the guiders of the dart that from her eyes that .ii. .ii. were leueld at my heart XIX ROBERT IONES CANTVS IN Sherwood liude stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater His bow shafts were sure good yet Cupids were much beter Robin could shoot at many a Hart and misse Cupid at first could hit a hart of his hey iolly Robin hoe iolly Robin hey iolly Robin Hood loue finds out me aswell as thee to follow mee .ii. .ii. .ii. to follow me to the green wood 2 A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode Wise was he could deceiue him Yet Marrian in his brauest mood Could of his heart bereaue him No greater thiefe lies hidden vnder skies then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes Hey iolly Robin 3 An Out-law was this Robin Hood His life free and vnruly Yet to faire Marrian bound he stood And loues debt payed her duely Whom curbe of stricktest law could not hold in Loue with obeyednes and a winke could winne Hey iolly Robin 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leaue we the woods behind vs Loue passions must not be withstood Loue euery where will find vs I liude in field and towne and so did he I got me to the woods loue followed me Hey iolly Robin BASSVS IN Sherwood XIX ROBERT IONES CANTVS IN Sherwood liude stout Robin Hood an Archer great none greater His bow shafts were sure good yet Cupids were much beter Robin could shoot at many a Hart and misse Cupid at first could hit a hart of his hey iolly Robin hoe iolly Robin hey iolly Robin Hood loue finds out me aswell as thee to follow mee .ii. .ii. .ii. to follow me to the green wood 2 A noble thiefe was Robin Hoode Wise was he could deceiue him Yet Marrian in his brauest mood Could of his heart bereaue him No greater thiefe lies hidden vnder skies then beauty closely lodgde in womens eyes Hey iolly Robin 3 An Out-law was this Robin Hood His life free and vnruly Yet to faire Marrian bound he stood And loues debt payed her duely Whom curbe of stricktest law could not hold in Loue with obeyednes and a winke could winne Hey iolly Robin 4 Now wend we home stout Robin Hood Leaue we the woods behind vs Loue passions must not be with stood Loue euery where will find vs I liude in field and towne and so did he I got me to the woods loue followed me Hey iolly Robin BASSVS IN Sherwood XX. ROBERT IONES CANTVS ITe caldi sos pi ri all freddo core Rompete il ghiaccio che pieta coontente e se preg mortale al ci ēl s'in ten de morte .ii. O mer cè sia fine al mio do lore Morte .ii. O mercè sie fine al 〈◊〉 do lore BASSVS SA ' mor non è che dunqne XXI ROBERT IONES CANTVS SAmor non è the dun que è quel ch'io sento Se buona on de è effette as pro mortale Ma s eg li è a mor per dio che cosa è quae le Sa ' mi a vog li a. ar de Se ri a on de e ' fi dolce og ni tor men tk on de è il piau to el la men to Sa ' mal miogrado il la men tar che va la .ii. O viua morte .ii. O diletto se ma le come puoi tanto in me s'io no'l con sento FINIS BASSVS ITe Calde Sospiri