A DIALOGUE Between A
Master and his Maid;
OR,
Beautiful SUSAN willing, but loath, to ve[nt]ure to Kiss her Master least her
Mistriss should Chide. Tune of, I Marry and thank you too.
Licensed according to Order.
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COme hither my pretty Sue,
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sit down by thy Masters side,
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Said she these things I dare not do,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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Thou know'st she is not within,
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her Master he then reply'd,
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But Sue she said to him agen,
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I fear that my Dame will chide.
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Dost think I would ever tell
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that we do in Love reside;
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Quoth Sue if she the Plot should smell,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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I'll give thee a Golden Purse,
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which thou shalt wear by thy side,
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Sweet Master do not tempt me thus,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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Grant me but the Liberty,
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to handle thee like a Bride;
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If this my Mistriss she should see,
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I'm sure she would scold and chide.
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Nay likewise he said to her,
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he'd always be on her side,
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I know you will not hurt me, Sir
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but my Mistriss she will chide.
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Thy skin is as white as snow,
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my Love I can never hide,
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Be kind to me, and don't say no,
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thy Mistriss shall not chide.
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I'll give thee a gay Gold Ring.
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and deck thee with costly Pride,
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As fine as Flora in the Spring,
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thy Mistriss shall not chide.
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Come hither into my Arms,
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young Cupid will be thy Guide;
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Let me taste those tempting Charms,
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thy Mistriss shall not chide.
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To love thee I am inclin'd,
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nothing I prize beside
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My Susan therefore be but kind,
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thy Mistriss shall not chide.
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Love let us enjoy the bliss,
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but Susan she s[o]on reply'd,
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Alas! if I my Master kiss,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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I'll keep thee from care and strife,
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let me but lye by thy side;
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Kind Sir I d[are] not for my life,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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My Love thou art Charming fair,
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then let me not be deny'd;
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Kind Sir quoth Sue, I pray forbear,
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my Mistriss she will chide.
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He gave her a Crown in hand,
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she readily then comply'd:
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And did no more disputing stand,
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nor fear'd that her Dame should chide.
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Who hid her self all the while,
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and heard their discourse beside,
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At length she did them both Revile,
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and vow'd she had cause to chide.
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The Wife she did rant and roar,
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and would not the Lass abide,
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But took and turn'd her out of Door,
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and vow'd she had cause to chide.
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And did on her Husband frown,
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before he could slip aside,
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And with a Ladle crack'd his Crown,
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and vow'd she would more then chide.
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