The Discourse betweene
A Souldier and his Love.
Shewing that she did beare a faithfull minde,
For Land nor Sea could make her stay behinde.
To the tune of Upon a Summer time.
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Souldier.
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M Y dearest deare adue,
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since that I needs must goe
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My Fortunes to pursue
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against some Forraine Foe.
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Being that it is so,
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I pray thee patient be,
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And doe not kilt thy Coat,
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to goe along with me.
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Pegge.
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Alas my dearest heart,
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if that thou leave me here,
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Death kills me with his dart,
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as plainly may appeare.
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For sorrow griefe and smart,
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will quickly make me dye,
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Therefore Ile kilt my Coat,
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and goe along with thee.
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Souldier.
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Over the dangerous Seas,
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whereto I must repaire,
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Will breed thee some disease,
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and change thy colour faire.
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Therefore my Love forbeare,
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and well advised bee,
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And doe not kilt thy Coat
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to goe along with mee.
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Pegge.
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Theres nothing can withstand,
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a willing settled minde:
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There neither Sea nor Land,
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shall make me stay behind.
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I thinke I were unkind,
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to leave thy company:
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Nay I will kilt my Coat
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and goe along with thee.
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Souldier.
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Sweet-heart let me perswade,
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that thou wilt stay at home,
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And marke what shall be said
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as all to passe will come.
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When we have past the Seas,
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and come unto the Land,
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Against our Enemies,
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in Armour we must stand.
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Pegge.
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Well I for one will stand,
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whilst that my life doth last,
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And fight with heart and hand,
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till dangers are ore past.
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And then I will releive
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thee in extremity,
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Therefore Ile kilt my Coat,
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and goe along with thee.
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The second part to same tune.
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Souldier.
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T O lye in open fields,
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in time of Frost and Snow,
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Without or house or shields,
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where bitter blasts doe blow.
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It will thy body change,
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my deare I tell to thee:
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Then doe not kilt thy Coat,
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to goe along with me.
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Pegge.
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Sweet-heart I doe suppose,
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all that you say is true,
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I am as sure a choyce,
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as I appeare to you.
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I thinke I were unkind
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to leave thy company,
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Therefore Ile kilt my Coat
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and goe along with thee.
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Souldier.
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It is a dangerous thing,
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my sweet, my faire, my deare,
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To heare the Cannons ring,
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like thunder in the ayre.
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The sword, the Pike, the Speare,
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the dreadfull enemie:
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Will much affright thy Coat
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to goe along with me.
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Pegge.
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I will lay all aside,
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what ever may befall,
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Whatsoever doth betide
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Ile verture life and all.
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The matter were but small,
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though for thy sake I dye,
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Therefore Ill kilt my Coat,
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and goe along with thee.
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Souldier.
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My griefes would still abound,
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if I should see thee want,
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Thy cries would still resound,
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and make my heart to pant.
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Sweet-heart let not thy mind,
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be bent unto the sea.
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Nor doe not kilt thy Coat
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to goe along with me.
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Pegge.
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Why, doe thou not despaire,
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nor trouble so thy mind:
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Howsoever I doe fare
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Ile take it as I find.
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And I will thee comfort
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in middest of thy woe:
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Then doe not say no more,
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but yeeld that I may goe.
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Souldier.
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Then welcome with my heart
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seeing thou wilt goe with me
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Thou playest as kinde a part
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as did Penelope,
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Thou comfortst all my woes,
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Ile have thy company:
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Therefore love kilt thy Coat
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and goe along with me.
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No Turtle to her mate,
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could ever be more true,
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For she with fortunes fate,
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all dangers did pursue
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She ventures love and life,
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most like a lover true:
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God send me such a wife,
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and so kind hearts adue.
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