Were the World Mine

I see their knavery:
this is to make an [bad word] of me;
to fright me, if they could.
But I will not stir from this place,
do what they can;
I will walk up and down here,
and will sing, that they shall hear
that I am not, I am not afraid
I am not afraid

I know not by what power I am made bold,
But still you flout my insufficiencies
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
My tongue your tongue's
Were the world mine,

And I will sing, that they shall hear.
That I am not, I am not afraid.
I am not afraid!

Faeries away!
Fetch me that flower...
Up and down, and up and down,
I will lead them abandon.

Faeries away!
Swift as a shadow...
Up and down, and up and down,
I will lead them abandon!

Oh why rebuke, you him that loves you so?!
Lay breath so bitter, on your bitter foe.
On your bitter foe!

What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
I pray thee gentle mortal, sing again.
I pray thee gentle mortal, sing again.

Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note.
So is mine eye enthralled into thy shape,
I'll follow thee, I'll follow thee,
and make a Heaven of [bad word] ..
I'll follow thee, I'll follow thee,
and make a Heaven of [bad word] ..
And make a Heaven of [bad word] #33;

Faeries away! Fetch me that flower...
Up and down, and up and down,
I will lead them abandon.

Faeries away! Swift as a shadow...
Up and down, and up and down,
I will lead them abandon!

My ear should catch your voice...
My eye should catch your eye...
My tongue, your tongue...
Were the world mine...