TWO DUETS

From "Arion," an unpublished Masque

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He. Aglai-a! Aglai-a!
Sweet, awaken and be glad.

She. Who is this that calls Aglaia?
Is it thou, my dearest lad?

He. 'Tis Arion, 'tis Arion,
Who calls thee from sleep—

From slumber who bids thee

To follow and number

His kids and his sheep.

She. Nay, leave to entreat me!
If mother should spy on

Us twain, she would beat me.

He. Then come, my love, come!
And hide with Arion

Where green woods are dumb!

She. Ar-i-on! Ar-i-on!
Closer, list! I am afraid!

He. Whisper, then, thy love Arion,
From thy window, lily maid.

She. Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia
Hath heard them debate

Of wooing repenting—

"Who trust to undoing,

Lament them too late."

He. Nay, nay, when I woo thee,
Thy mother might spy on

All harm I shall do thee.

She. I come, then—I come!
To follow Arion

Where green woods be dumb.