The two Constant Lovers. Or,
A patterne of true Love exprest in this loving Dialogue betweene
Samuell and Sara. To a pleasant new tune.
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AS I by chance was walking,
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on a Summers day,
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I heard two Lovers talking,
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and thus they did say:
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With a mournfull Ditty,
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she began her tale,
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Which movd my heart with pitty,
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her for to bewaile.
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Sara.
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My love I have desired,
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for to speake with you,
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My heart within was fired,
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untill that I know:
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Whether you were living,
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in good health or no,
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My heart it was grieved,
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untill I did know.
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Samuell.
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What sweet heart what ails thee,
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thus for to complaine,
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Let not ill befall thee,
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thou shalt me obtaine:
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Though I were absented,
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from thee for a space,
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Ile not be prevented
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of thy comely face.
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Sara.
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Samuell my owne Sweeting,
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I to thee must tell,
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In a heavie greeting,
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what hath us befell:
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My friends do grudge and murmur,
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and to me they say;
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That wee must part a sunder,
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or else theyl thee destroy.
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Samuel. My Love be not grieved,
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though thy friends doe frowne:
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Thou shalt be relieved.
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none shall put thee downe:
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I for thy sweet favour,
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will adventure much,
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Though thy friends and Brother,
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doe against me grutch.
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Sara. O my own deare Sweeting,
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I am grievd in heart,
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That I give thee such greeting,
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for to breed thy smart:
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Barnwell my owne Brother,
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Captaine being he,
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Sweares that of all other,
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killed thou shalt be.
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The Second Part.
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Samuell.
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SAra be not fearfull,
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though thy Brother sweare;
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Of thy selfe be carefull,
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I no man doe feare:
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What care I for Barnwell,
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though he a Captaine be,
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He shall find that Samuell,
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is as good as he.
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Sara.
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O my loving Samuell,
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looke where he doth doe,
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Tis my brother Barnwell,
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now begins our woe:
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Would that we together
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had not met this day.
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O my Judas brother,
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will my life bewray.
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Now comes Captain Barnwell,
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to these Lovers twaine,
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And made count that Samuell,
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he could soone have slaine:
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But it provd contrary
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to his bloody mind,
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In the sight of Sara,
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conquest he resignd.
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Then said he to Samuell,
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what doe you make here?
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Im with my sweet-heart Sara,
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put her not in feare:
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Barnwell in a fury
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swore he would prevent,
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His owne sister Sara,
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of her hearts content.
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Sara.
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O my Brother Barnwell,
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let me you intreat,
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Not to wrong my Samuell,
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in your bloody heat:
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He had nere offended
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you at any time,
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Let me be condemned,
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save his life take mine.
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I sayes Captain Barnwell,
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Sara thou shalt see,
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Then he calld to Samuell,
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come and answer me:
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I thy death hath vowed,
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ere I further goe;
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Then sweet Sara bowed,
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saying doe not so.
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Samuell.
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Samuel being heedfull,
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of his tyranny;
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Sayes Sara be not fearfull,
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thou anon shalt see:
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Though thy Brother Barnwel,
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vow my life to spill,
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Thou shalt see that Samuel,
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hath both strength and skill.
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Now these words being spoken,
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they to Weapons goe,
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Samuel gave him a token,
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with a dreadfull blow:
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And withall inclosed,
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with his Enemy,
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Then Barnwell he supposed,
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that himselfe should dye.
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Then sayes loving Samuel,
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are you now content?
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I sayes Captain Barnwell,
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and withall consent,
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That my Sister Sara
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shall be made thy wife;
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So thou wilt but spare me
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and not take my life.
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Thus in place they ceased
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for the present time,
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Sara much was eased
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of her troubled mind:
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And enjoyd her Samuell,
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to her hearts content,
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And her Brother Barnwel,
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gave his free consent.
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Now these Lovers twaine
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live in joy and peace,
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Pray heaven upon them raine
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plenty and increase:
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And to all true Lovers,
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wheresoer they be,
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Aid them with thy favour,
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that have such Constancy.
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