Good Sport for Protestants;
In a most pleasant Dialogue
Between an Old Bawdy Priest, and a wanton young Nun.
To the Tune of, The English Travelers.
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P. COme hither my Daughter, come hither I pray,
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I swear I'll embrace you, then do not say nay,
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I love, I adore thee, I hold thee most dear,
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Then let me injoy thee, there's no body near.
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I cannot contain my Passion's so strong,
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And I have concealed it from the too long.
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Some comfort, or else I shall surely die
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Dear Betty, I entreat thee, Oh! do not deny.
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N. Oh Father you amaze me, what is it you'd do?
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Or what is the cause you thus earnestly woe?
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For what do you love me, and why do you pray?
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Or to what Request must I not say nay?
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Explain your dark meaning, your Passion declare,
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Your great desires make known what they are
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And I shall be ready to grant your request,
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To serve and obey you, as you shall think best.
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P. You know that the Convent in sleep are all dead,
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Then let us together go quickly to Bed;
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There's none shall discover, there's none can espy
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Dear Betty, I intreat thee, Oh! do not deny.
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N. Oh Heavens! what Frenzy has enter'd your Brains?
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Or what is the cause you cannot contain?
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Oh! Why would you force me? you are to be blam'd;
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Why should I commit such a sin to be damn'd?
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P. The Act I believe to be no sin at all;
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Or if it is any, it is wonderous small;
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I can forgive you, my Power is high,
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Dear Betty, I intreat you, Oh! Do not deny.
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N. I fear 'tis a Sin, I dare not offend;
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Besides it will turn to disgrace in the end:
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I understand not, what Love Dalliances are,
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Therefore, Holy Father, you Courtship forbear.
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P. Thou needest not fear no disgrace, I do say
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You in duty are bound, my Commands to obey;
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In my folded Arms all in night thou shalt lie
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Dear Betty, I intreat thee, Oh! do not deny.
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N. Your lawful Commands, I ought to obey;
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But what is unlawful, I ought to gainsay:
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Therefore I dare not grant what you require,
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Stand off, and be quiet, I humbly desire.
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P. I'll give thee ten Guineas, a Watch and a Ring,
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I'll always befriend thee in every thing,
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And Pardon thy Sins when thou com'st to die,
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Dear Betty, I intreat thee, Oh! do not deny.
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N. But if it should prove, the disgrace would be great,
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I should be the Object of all Peoples hate;
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My Friends would forsake me, my Foes would deride
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With the trouble, the care, and the sorrow beside.
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P. Shu'd you prove with child, you may murther the brat
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With a Dose of the Doctor, next door to the Cat;
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If you do not love me, I swear I shall die;
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Therefore my dear Betty, Oh! do not deny.
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N. I yield to your Will, and obey your Command,
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Your words do bewitch me, I cannot withstand;
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You force me with Reasons, I yield to your Will,
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I will be most Obedient and Dutiful still.
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P. To Bed then with speed, dear Betty let's haste
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Swift time flies away, and insensibly wasts;
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We'll put out the Candle, that none may espie,
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None shall be so happy as Betty and I.
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Let Fools and Mad-men, go bauling to Mass,
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We'll not let a good opportunity pass;
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With Kissing and Clipping, we'll make the time fly,
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And none be so happy as Betty and I.
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N. Then put out the Candle, it gives too much light,
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And let us be silent and still as the Night;
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Dark Deeds should be always done in a dark place,
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Least the Wicked espie, and we come to disgrace.
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P. Oh! now's the blest time, my Planets grow kind,
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The Saints are a sleeping, and Justice is blind,
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We both shall be happy if none do espie
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The Love and Imbraces of Betty and I.
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