| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings, | Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, | Cym II.iii.19 |
| and Phobus gins arise, | And Phoebus gins arise, | Cym II.iii.20 |
| His Steeds to water at those Springs | His steeds to water at those springs | Cym II.iii.21 |
| on chalic'd Flowres that lyes: | On chaliced flowers that lies; | Cym II.iii.22 |
| And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes | And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes; | Cym II.iii.23 |
| With euery thing that pretty is, my Lady sweet arise: | With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet arise: | Cym II.iii.24 |
| Arise, arise. | Arise, arise! | Cym II.iii.25 |