Above your bed, as I o'er mine?




TWO DUETS


_From "Arion," an unpublished Masque_

I


_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!