Act 1 — SCENE V.
Reading edition
Chorus of five Bards-Laureate, four Voices, and a Harper; attired.
1. Song.
1. At the spring Birds do sing: Now with high, Then low cry. Flat, acute; And salute, The sun, born Every morn. All. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry spring. 2. Flora queen, All in green, Doth delight To paint white, And to spread Cruel red With a blue, Colour true. All. He's no bard, &c. 3. Woods renew Hunter's hue. Shepherd's grey Crown'd with bay, With his pipe Care doth wipe, Till he dream By the stream. All. He's no bard, &c. 4. Faithful loves, Turtle-doves, Sit and bill On a hill. Country swains On the plains Run and leap, Turn and skip. All. He's no bard, &c. 5. Pan doth play Care away. Fairies small, Two foot tall, With caps red On their head, Dance around On the ground. All. He's no bard, &c. 6. Phillis bright, Cloth'd in white, With neck fair, Yellow hair, Rocks doth move With her love, And make mild Tigers wild. All. He's no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flow'ry spring.
2d Song.
Thus spend we time in laughter, While peace and spring do smile; But I hear a sound of slaughter Draw nearer to our isle. Leave then your wonted prattle, The oaten reed forbear; For I hear a sound of battle, And trumpets tear the air. Let bagpipes die for want of wind, Let crowd[276] and harp be dumb: Let little tabor come behind: For I hear the dreadful drum. Let no birds sing, no lambkins dance, No fountains murmuring go: Let shepherd's crook be made a lance. For the martial horns do blow. [Exeunt.