Guarda mi las Vaccas
Carillo, por tu fe,
Besa mi Primero,
Yo te las guardare.
I Pre-thee keepe my Kine for me
Carillo, wilt thou? Tell.
First let me have a kisse of thee,
And I will keepe them well.
If to charge or them to keepe,
Thou doost commend thy Kine or Sheepe,
For thee I doo suffise:
Because in thise I have beene bred,
But for so much as I have fed
By viewing thee, mine eyes;
Commaund not me to keepe thy beast:
Because my self I can keepe least.
How can I keepe, I pre-thee tell,
Thy Kie, my selfe that cannot well
defend, nor please thy kinde,
As long as I have served thee?
But if thou wilt give unto me
a kisse to please my minde:
I aske no more for all my paine,
And I will keepe them very faine.
For thee, the gift is not so great
That I doo aske, to keepe thy Neate,
but unto me it is
A guerdon, that shall make me live.
Disdaine not then to lend, or give
so small a gift as this.
But if to it thou canst not frame:
Then give me leave to take the same.
But if thou doost (my sweet) denie
To recompence me by and by,
thy promise shall relent me:
Heere-after some reward to finde,
Behold how I doo please my minde,
and favours doo content me,
That though thou speak’st it but in just:
I meane to take it at the best.
Behold how much love works in me,
And how ill recompenc’d of thee
that with the shadow of
Thy happy favours (though delay’d)
I thinke my selfe right well appay’d,
although they proove a scoffe.
Then pitty me, that have forgot:
My selfe for thee, that carest not.
O in extreame thou art most faire,
And in extreame unjust despaire
thy cruelty maintaines:
O that thou wert so pittifull
Unto these torments that doo pull
my soule with sencelesse paines,
As thou shew’st in that face of thine:
Where pitty and mild grace should shine.
If that thy faire and sweetest face
Assureth me both peace and grace,
thy hard and cruell hart:
Which in that white breast thou doo’st beare,
Dooth make me tremble yet for feare
thou wilt not end my smart.
In contraries of such a kinde:
Tell me what succour shall I finde?
If then young Sheepheardesse thou crave
A Heards-man for thy beast to have,
with grace thou maist restore
Thy Sheepheard from his barren love,
For never other shalt thou proove,
that seekes to please thee more:
And who to serve thy turne, will never shun,
The nipping frost, and beames of parching Sun.
(Bartholomew Young)
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