A mery new Jigge.
Or, the pleasant wooing
betwixt Kit and Pegge.
To the tune of Strawberry leaves make Maidens faire.
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M. WEll met faire Maid,
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my chiefest joy.
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W. Alas blinde foole,
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deceived art thou.
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M. I prethee sweet Peg
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be not so coy.
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W. I scorne to fancy
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such a Cow.
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M. Thy beauty sweet Peg,
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hath won my heart.
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W. For shame leave off
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thy flattery.
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M. From thee I never
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meane to part.
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W. Good lacke how thou
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canst cog and lie!
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M. For Peggies love
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poore Kit will dye.
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W. In faith what colour
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then shall it be?
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M. In time my constant
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heart will try.
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W. Then pluck it out,
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that I may see.
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M. My life I will spend
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to doe thee good:
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W. Alas good sir,
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that shall not need.
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M. For thee I will
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not spare my blood.
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W. God send your Goslings
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well to speed.
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M. Yet faine would I be
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thy wedded mate.
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W. Alas good sir I am
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already sped.
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M. What lucke had I
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to come so late?
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W. Because thou broughtst
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a calfe from bed.
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M. O pitty me,
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sweet Peg I thee pray.
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W. So I have done
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long time God wot.
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M. Why dost thou then
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my love denay?
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W. Because I see
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thou art a sot.
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Printed at London for H. Gosson.
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Now here doth follow a pleasant new Song
Betweene two young Lovers that lasted not long.
OR,
The second part, To the same tune.
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M. WHy Ich have wealth
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and treasure store.
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W. And wit as small,
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as small may be.
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M. A chaine of Gold
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I might have worne.
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W. A Cocks-combe fitter had
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it beene for thee.
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M. Thou lovst the Miller
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of the Glen.
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W. What if I doe,
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what is that to thee?
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M. I will bang the Millers
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love from him.
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And therefore wend,
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and gang with me.
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W. Great boast small roast
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such brags will make:
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But if Tom Miller
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he were nie,
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He would bang thee well
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for Peggies sake,
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And like a Puppy
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make thee cry.
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M. Yet kisse me now
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for my good will,
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And if my life
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thou meanst to save.
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W. To give a kisse,
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I thinke it best,
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To rid me from
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a prating knave.
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Be packing hence
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you Rusticke clowne.
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M. No haste but good
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I hope there be.
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W. Take heed lest that
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I cracke your crowne
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For bussing Pegge
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so sawcily.
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M. Nay in friendly sort
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now let us part,
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I pray thee sweet Love
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so let it be.
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W. Adue kind Kit
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with all my heart,
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I am glad I am rid
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of thy company.
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M. All you young men
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take heed by me,
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That unto women
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set your minde.
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See that your Lovers
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constant be,
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Lest you be served
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in like kinde.
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