SCENE V.
Chorus of five Bards-Laureate, four Voices, and a Harper; attired.
1. Song.
1. At the spring
Birds do sing:
Now with high,
Then low cry.
Flat, acute;
And salute,
The sun, born
Every morn.
All. He's no bard that cannot sing
The praises of the flow'ry spring.
2. Flora queen,
All in green,
Doth delight
To paint white,
And to spread
Cruel red
With a blue,
Colour true.
All. He's no bard, &c.
3. Woods renew
Hunter's hue.
Shepherd's grey
Crown'd with bay,
With his pipe
Care doth wipe,
Till he dream
By the stream.
All. He's no bard, &c.
4. Faithful loves,
Turtle-doves,
Sit and bill
On a hill.
Country swains
On the plains
Run and leap,
Turn and skip.