THOMAS HEYWOOD. (1575?-1650?) These are songs in the drama of the Rape of Lucrece, 1608 (acted 1605), accessible in the Mermaid edition of Heywood's Best Plays, or in the collected edition of his Dramatic Works (in six volumes, London, 1874). PACK CLOUDS AWAY. PACK clouds away, and welcome day, Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft, Notes from them all I'll borrow. Wake, from thy nest, robin redbreast, And was not that Some ominous fowl Crow, or screech Owl? The wild wolf howl That seems to scowl. All these my black- The bell doth toll For some but now THOMAS DEKKER. (1570?-1641.) The first two songs are from the Shoemaker's Holiday, acted 1599. The next two occur in the Pleasant Comedy of Patient Grissell, acted 1599, which was only written in part by Dekker, and possibly they are not by Dekker. The music of the first and fourth is given in Chappell's Old English Popular Music, and in Hullah's Golden Treasury Song Book. "The Gifts of Fortune and Cupid" is found in the Sun's Darling, a Moral Masque, by Ford and Dekker, acted 1624, which however is probably an adaptation of Dekker's Phaeton, a play of much earlier date. Dekker probably wrote the song. Dekker's Dramatic Works were collected into four volumes in 1873; they were also edited by Mr. Bullen in 1887. TROLL THE BOWL! COLD'S the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed! Ill is the weather that bringeth no gain, Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl, Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul, Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down, Hey derry derry down-a-down! Troll the bowl, the nut-brown bowl, And here kind, &c. (as often as there be men to drink). At last, when all have drunk, this verse. 0, Cold's the wind, and wet 's the rain, THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY. THE month of May, the merry month of May, So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green! O, and then did I unto my true love say, Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer's queen. Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale, Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true love's tale; But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo; O, the month of May, the merry month of May, Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my summer's queen. CONTENT. ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet Content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? Dost laugh to see how fools are vexed Work apace, apace, apace, apace; Then hey noney, noney; hey noney, noney. Canst drink the waters of the crispèd spring? Swim'st thou in wealth, yet sink'st in thine own tears? Then he that patiently Want's burden bears O sweet Content, O sweet, O sweet Content! Work apace, apace, &c. GOLD LULLABY. OLDEN slumbers kiss your eyes, Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, Rock them, rock them, lullaby. Care is heavy, therefore sleep you. You are care, and care must keep you. Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby. THE GIFTS OF FORTUNE AND CUPID. Fortune. BE a merchant, I will freight thee With all store that time is bought for. Cupid. Be a lover, I will wait thee With success in life most sought for. Fortune. Be enamoured on bright honour, And thy greatness shall shine glorious. Cupid. Chastity, if thou smile on her, Shall grow servile, thou victorious. Fortune. Be a warrior, conquest ever Shall triumphantly renown thee. Cupid. Be a courtier, beauty never Shall but with her duty crown thee. I'm thy slave, thy power hath bound me. Both. ROBERT DEVEREUX, EARL OF ESSEX. (1567-1601.) "A PASSION OF MY LORD OF ESSEX." From Ashm. MS. 781. In Grosart's edition of Essex in vol. iv. of the Miscellanies of the Fuller Worthies' Library. It is said to have been inclosed in a letter to the queen from Ireland, in 1599. HAPPY were he could finish forth his fate In some unhaunted desert, most obscure From all societies, from love and hate Of worldly folk; then might he sleep secure; Then wake again, and ever give God praise, Content with hips and haws and bramble-berry; |