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Iohn Dowland

XXI. Come when I call, or tarrie till I come.

     Dialogue. 

     A  
     Come when I call, or tarrie till I come,
     If you bee deafe I must proue dumb.

     B  
     Try a while my heau'n my ioy,
     I come with wings of loue,
     When enuious eyes time shall remoue,

     A  
     If thy desire euer knew the griefe of delay,
     No danger could stand in thy way.

     B  
     O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe
     That languish here, wanting relief.

     A  
     What need wee languish ? can loue quickly flie :
     Feare euer hurts more then iealousie.

     Together
     Then securely enuie scorning,
     Let vs end with ioy our mourning,
     Iealosie still defie, and loue till we die.