Tudor
drones,
Our Harps,our Tabors and Crwths fweet humming-
For thee,my fweet Princess,make mufical moans:
Our morris maid-marrians defire to fee

A true love knot tied, between thee and me.
Queen

No pleasure in country by me can be seen,
That have been maintain'd fo long here a Queen,
And fed on the blefsings that daily were given,
Into my brave palace,by angels from heaven.
Tudor

Our green-leav'd trees will dance with the wind,
Where birds fit rejoicing according to kind;
Our fheep with our lambs will skip and rebound,
To fee thee come tripping along on the ground.
Queen

What if a kind Princefs fhould fo be content,
By meeknefs thus moved to give her confent,
And humble her honors, and bafe her degree,
To tye her beft fortunes, brave Tudor, to thee?
Tudor

If to a Kingdom I born were by birth,

And had at commandment all nations on earth, feet, Their crowns and their fceptres fhould lye at thyAnd thou be my Emprefs, my darling fo fweet.

Theams,

May never fair morning fhew forth his bright
But cover my falfhoods with greatest extremes,
If not as the Turtle I lye with my Dove,
My gentle kind Princefs,my Lady, my love.
Queen

Hie then into Wales, and our wedding provide,
For thou art my bridegroom,and ill be thy bride,
Get gloves and fine ribbons, with bride-laces fair,
Of filk and of filver for ladies to wear.
Tudor

With garlands of rofes, our houfe-wifely wives,
To have them adorned moft lovingly ftrives;
Their bride-cakes be ready, our Pibgorns do play,
Whilft I ftand attending to lead thee the way.

Queen.

A Duet: Both together.

Tudor.

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