A Country new Jigge betweene Simon and Susan, to be sung in merr[y]
pastime by Bachelors and Maydens. To the tune of
I can nor will no longer lie alone. Or, Falero lero lo.
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Simon.
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O Mine owne sweet heart,
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and when wilt thou be true:
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Or when wil the time come,
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that I shall marry you,
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That I may give you kisses,
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one, two or three,
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More sweeter then the hunny,
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that comes from the Bee.
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Susan.
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My father is unwilling
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that I should marry thee,
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Yet I could wish in heart,
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that so the same might be:
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For now me thinks thou seemest,
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more lovely unto me:
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and fresher then the Blossomes,
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that bloomes on the tree.
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Simon.
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Thy mother is most willing,
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and will consent I know,
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Then let us to thy Father
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now both together goe:
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Where if he give us his good will,
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and to our match agree:
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Twill be sweeter then the hunny
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that comes from the Bee.
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Susan.
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Come goe, for I am willing,
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good fortune be our guide:
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From that which I have promised,
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deare heart, Ile never slide:
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If that he doe but smile,
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and I the same may see,
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Tis better then the blossomes,
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that bloomes upon the tree.
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Simon.
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But stay heere comes my Mother,
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weele talke with hhr a word:
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I doubt not but some comfort,
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to us she may afford:
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If comfort she will give us,
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that we the same may see,
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Twill be sweeter then the hunny,
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that comes from the Bee,
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Susan.
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O Mother we are going
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my Father for to pray,
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That he will give me his good will,
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for long I cannot stay.
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A young man I have chosen
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a fitting match for me,
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More fayrer then the blossomes
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that bloomes on the tree.
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Mother.
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Daughter thou art old enough
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to be a wedded wife,
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You maydens are desirous
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to lead a marryed life.
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Then my consent good daughter
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shall to thy wishes be,
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For young thou art as blossomes
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that bloome upon the tree.
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Simon.
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Then mother you are willing
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your daughter I shall have:
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And Susan thou art welcome
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Ile keepe thee fi[n]e and brave.
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And have those wished blessings
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bestowed upon thee,
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More sweeter then the honey
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that comes from the Bee.
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Susan.
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Yet Simon I am minded
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to lead a merry life,
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And be as well maintained
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as any Citie wife:
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And live a gallant mistresse
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of maidens that shall be
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More fayrer then the blossomes
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that bloome upon the tree.
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The Second part. To the same [tu]ne.
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Simon.
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THou shall have thy Candles,
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before thou dost arise:
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For churlishnesse breeds sicknesse
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and danger therein lies.
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Young lasses must be cherisht
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with sweets that dainty be,
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Farre sweeter then the honey
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that commeth from the Bee.
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Mother.
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Well said good Son and Daughter,
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this is the onely dyet
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To please a dainty young wife,
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and keepe the house in quiet.
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But stay, here comes your father,
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his words I hope will be
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More sweeter then the blossomes
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that bloome upon the tree.
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Father.
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Why how now daughter Susan
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doe you intend to marry?
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Maydens in the old time
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did twenty winters tarry.
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Now in the teenes no sooner
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but you a wife will be
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And loose the sweetest blossome
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that bloomes upon thy tree.
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Susan.
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It is for my preferment
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good father say not nay,
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For I have found a husband kinde
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and loving every way:
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That still unto my fancy
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will evermore agree,
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Which is more sweet then honey
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that comes from the Bee.
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Mother.
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Hinder not your daughter,
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good husband, lest you bring
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Her loves consuming sicknesse,
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or else a worser thing.
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Maydens youngly married
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loving wives will be
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And sweet as is the honey
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which comes from the Bee.
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Simon.
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Good father be not cruell,
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your daughter is mine owne:
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Her mother hath consented
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and is to liking growne.
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And if your selfe will give then,
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her gentle hand to me,
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Twill sweeter be then honey
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that comes from the Bee.
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Father.
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God give thee joy deare Daughter,
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there is no reason I
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Should hinder thy proceeding,
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and thou a mayden d[y]e:
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And after to lead Apes in hell,
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as maidens doomed be:
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That fairer are then blossomes
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that bloome upon the tree.
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Simon.
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Then let's unto the Parson
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and Clerke to say Amen:
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Susan.
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With all my heart good Simon,
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we are concluded then,
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My father and my mother both
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doe willingly agree
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My Simon's sweet as honey
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that comes from the Bee.
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All together sing.
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You Maidens and Bachelors
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we hope will lose no time,
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Which learne it by experience
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that youth is in the prime,
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And daily in their hearts desire
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young married folkes to be
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More sweeter then the blossomes
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that bloome upon the tree.
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