THE
Private ENCOUNTER
BETWEEN TWO
YOUNG LOVERS,
Being Sung in the last new PLAY, call'd,
The Married BEAU.
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OH fye! what mean I foolish Maid,
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In this remote and silent Shade,
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To meet with you alone:
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My Heart does with the Place combine,
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And both are more your Friends then mine,
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And both are more your Friends then mine.
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Oh! oh! oh! I shall, I shall, I shall be undone,
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Oh! oh! oh! oh! I shall be undone.
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A savage Beast I would not fear,
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Or should I meet with Villians here;
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I to some Cave wou'd run:
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But such inchanting Art you shew,
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I cannot strive, I cannot go,
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I cannot strive, I cannot go;
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Oh! oh! oh! I shall, I shall, I shall be undone,
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Oh! oh! oh! oh! I shall be undone.
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Oh fye, leave off this foolish Fear,
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For I am glad to meet you here,
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And I must you injoy:
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This silent Grove, and pleasant Shade,
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Were for true Lovers Pastime made,
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Were for true Lovers Pastime made;
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Then oh! then do not, do not, do not me deny,
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Oh! then, oh! then do not me deny.
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Your Beauty can wild Monsters tame,
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And likewise Villains Hearts inflame,
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That they will not annoy:
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Your Looks, Your Eyes have charm'd me so,
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I have no power for to go,
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I have no power for to go,
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Come, come, come, I must, I must, I must thee enjoy,
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Come, come, come, I must thee enjoy.
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Ah! give your sweet Temptations o'er,
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I'll touch those dangerous Lips no more,
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What, must we yet fool on?
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Ah! now I yield, ah! now I fall;
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Ah! now I have no breath at all;
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Ah! now I have no breath at all;
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And now, now I am, I am, I am quite undone
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Ah! now, now, now, I am quite undone.
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'Tis none but you I do adore,
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Nay, I must love you more and more,
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Although for Love I die:
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My Passion ever shall endure,
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My Love shall still be firm and pure,
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My Love shall still be firm and pure,
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And, and, and in thy, in thy Arms I'll lie,
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And, and, and in thy Arms I'll lie.
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