XVI., pp.264-266.

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SHE. 

OH love! if a God thou wilt be, 

Do justice in favour of me; 

For yonder approaching I see, 

A man with a beard, 

Who, as I have heard, 

Hath often undone 

Poor maids that have none, 

With sighing and toying, 

And crying and lying, 

And such kind of foolery. 

– 

НЕ. 

Fair maid by your leave, 

My heart does receive 

Strange pleasure to meet you here; 

Pray tremble not so 

Nor offer to go, 

I’ll do you no harm I swear, 

I’ll do you no harm I swear. 

– 

SHE. 

My mother is spinning at home, 

My father works hard at the loom, 

And we are a milking come; 

Their dinner they want; 

Then pray ye, sir, don’t 

Make more ado on’t, 

Nor give us affront; 

We’re none of the town 

Will ly down for a crown, 

Then away, sir, and give us room. 

– 

ΗΕ. 

By Phoebus and Jove

By honour and love, 

I’ll do thee dear sweet no harm; 

Ye’r as fresh as a rose, 

I want one of those; 

Ah! how such a wife wou’d charm, 

Ah! how such a wife wou’d charm. 

– 

SHE. 

And can you then like the old rule, 

Be conjugal, honest and dull, 

And marry, and look like a fool; 

For I must be plain, 

All tricks are in vain; 

There’s nothing can gain 

What you wou’d obtain, 

Like moving and proving 

By wedding, true loving, 

My lesson I learnt at school. 

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HE. 

I’ll do’t by this hand, 

I’ve houses and land, 

Estate too in good freehold; 

My dear let us joyn, 

It all shall be thine, 

Besides a good purse of gold, 

Besides a good purse of gold. 

– 

SHE. 

You make me to blush now, I vow, 

Ah me! shall I baulk my cow? 

But since the late oath you have swore, 

Your soul shall not be 

In danger for me; 

I’ll rather agree 

Of two to make three: 

We’ll wed, and we’ll bed, 

There’s no more to be said, 

And I’ll ne’er go a milking more. 

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