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NOw welcome
night, thou night so long expected,
that long daies
labour doest at last defray,
And all my cares, which
cruell loue collected,
Hast sumd in one, and
cancelled for aye:
Spread thy broad wing ouer my
loue and me,
that no man may vs see,
And in thy
sable mantle vs enwrap,
>From feare of perrill and
foule horror free.
Let no false treason seeke vs to
entrap,
Nor any dread disquiet once annoy
the
safety of our ioy:
But let the night be calme and
quietsome,
Without tempestuous storms or sad afray:
Lyke as when Ioue with fayre Alcmena lay,
When
he begot the great Tirynthian groome:
Or lyke as
when he with thy selfe did lie,
And begot Maiesty.
And let the mayds and yongmen cease to sing:
Ne
let the woods them answer, nor theyr eccho ring.
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