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HE.
AWake, thou fairest thing in nature,
How can you sleep when day does break?
How can you sleep, my charming creature,
When half a world for you are awake.
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SHE.
What swain is this that sings so early,
Under my window, by the dawn?
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НЕ.
‘Tis one, dear nymph, that loves you dearly,
Therefore in pity case my pain.
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SHE.
Softly, else you’ll ‘wake my mother,
No tales of love she lets me hear;
Go tell your passion to some other,
Or whisper’t softly in my ear.
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HE.
How can you bid me love another,
Or rob me of your beauteous charms?
‘Tis time you were wean’d from your mother,
You’re fitter for a lover’s arms.
