The Shepherd Carillo his Song

Guarda mi las Vaccas
Carillo, par tu fe.
Besa mi primero,
Yo te las guardare.
" I prithee keep my kine for me,
Carillo, wilt thou? Tell."
"First let me have a kiss of thee.
And I will keep them well."

" If to my charge, or them to keep,
Thou dost commend thy kine or sheep.
For thee I do suffice.
Because in this I have been bred;
But for so much as I have fed.
By viewing thee, mine eyes.
Command not me to keep thy beast.
Because myself"! can keep least.

How can I keep, I prithee tell,
Thy kie, myself that cannot well
Defend, nor please thy kind,
As long as I have served thee?
But if thou wilt give unto me
A kiss to please my mind,
I ask no more for all my pain.
And I will keep them very fain.

For thee, the gift is not so great
That I do ask, to keep thy neat,
But unto me it is
A guerdon that shall make me live.
Disdain 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 dost, my sweet, deny
To recompense me by-and-by.
Thy promise shall relent me;
Hereafter some reward to find.
Behold how I do please my mind,
And favours do content me.
That though thou speak'st it but in jest,
I mean to take it at the best.

Behold how much love works in me.
And how ill recompensed of thee;
That with the shadow of
Thy happy favours (though delay'd)
I think myself right well appay'd.
Although they prove a scoff.
Then pity me that have forgot,
Myself for thee that carest not.

Oh, in extreme thou art most fair,
And in extreme unjust despair
Thy cruelty maintains;
Oh, that thou wert so pitiful
Unto these torments that do pull
My soul with senseless pains,
As thou show'st in that face of thine.
Where pity and mild grace should shine.

If that thy fair and sweetest face
Assureth me both peace and grace.
Thy hard and cruel heart.
Which in that white breast thou dost bear,
Doth make me tremble yet for fear
Thou wilt not end my smart.
In contraries of such a kind,
Tell me what succour shall I find?

If then, young shepherdess, thou crave
A herdsman for thy beast to have.
With grace thou mayst restore
Thy shepherd from his barren love.
For never other shalt thou prove,
That seeks to please thee more;
And who, to serve thy turn, will never shun
The nipping frost and beams of parching sun."