The Scornful Maid, and the Constant
Young-Man.
With mocks and taunts she doth him jear,
As in this ditty you may hear;
Yet no denyal he would have,
But still her favour he did crave:
Yet at the last she granted love,
And vowed She would constant prove;
Yet in this Ditty you may find,
It is Money that doth a bargain bind.
Tune of, Times Changling I will never be: Or, Sawny, Or, A Fig for France:
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ALL hail, all hail, thou Lady gay,
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the glory of the world to me,
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More beautious in mine eyes I say,
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then Venus in her prime could be:
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One smile from thee I now do crave,
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If so much favour I could have:
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One smiling glance from that twinkling eye,
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Will save my life, or else I dye.
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Stand back, good sir, what would you have
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your speeches let me understand,
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What is the thing that you do crave,
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do not you think me to trappan:
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What beauty here Sir can you spy,
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Hands off, I pray come not me nigh:
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Either a smile, or else a frown,
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I think will serve for such a Clown:
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What ails my dearest hearts delight,
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sweet Lady now be not so coy,
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Thou seem'st to be an Angel bright,
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in thee is all my earthly joy:
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Then do not seek my life to spill,
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But grant me love for my good will:
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One glance from that bright twinkling eye,
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Will make me for to live or dye.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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O Fie away, thou fondling now,
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my very heart thou vexest sore,
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I scorn such py'd-Nose Jacks as thou,
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pack, pack, I say, come here no more:
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That Maid which sets her love on thee,
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May say she is blind and cannot see:
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The durtiest Drab in all the Town,
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May prove too good for such a Clown.
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Oh say not so, my only joy,
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I am the man which loves thee dear,
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Thy speeches doth me sore annoy,
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but yet thy love I do not fear:
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In time I hope thou wilt change thy mind,
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For all thou seem'st at first unkind:
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One smiling glance, etc.
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Good Sir, I pray this answer take,
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you spend your time in vain on me,
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I pray you seek some other Mate,
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my heart doth scorn thy base degree:
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What do you think I am so blind,
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To have a Clown by birth or kind?
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Oh no, I pray you come not me nigh,
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For I scorn my shooes thou should'st untye.
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Well Lady, now if it be so,
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that I no favour here can have:
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But now by force from thee must go,
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some other Maidens love to crave:
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This Gold and Silver I will let flie,
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Before the next shall me deny:
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For all thou termest me such a Clown,
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I have a Year five hundred pound.
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Tis not your Gold, good sir, that shall
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tempt me to yield unto your will,
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That Maid which comes when you do call,
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will find you have but little skill:
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In this same case, you do profess
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To please a Maid, I do protest
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I see no skill that you can have,
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To give a Maid what she doth crave.
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If that be all my dearest Dear,
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if that thou please me but to prove,
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Then of my skill thou needst not fear,
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lo, I have here what Maids do love:
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Here is Gold and Silver, come and see,
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With all delights to pleasure thee:
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Therefore some favour to me show,
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Before that I from hence do go.
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What dost thou think I am so fond,
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to yield my freedom here for Gold,
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Or dost thou think I dote on means,
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O no, it never shall be told
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That money shall my Master be,
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Therefore come thou no more at me:
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Be gone, be gone, stand not to prate,
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For fear I break thy Clownish pate.
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Then fare you well thou scornful Dame,
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for seeing it won't no better be,
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Yet I must needs set forth thy fame,
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of all the Maids that e're I see,
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For beauty rare within mine eyes,
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No Man can win a rarer prize:
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If thou would yield to me thy love,
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I constant always vow to prove.
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Well Sir, if you will constant prove,
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as now you do profess to me,
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Then I do grant to thee my love,
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and I vow to prove as true to thee:
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Here is hand and heart to thee I give,
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And I vow to love thee while I live:
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What more can you desire of me,
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For a constant wife I will prove to thee.
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If it be so my Dearest Dear,
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thou shalt never have cause to repent,
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For costly cloathing, with Jewels rare,
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I have to give my Love content:
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Here is my hand, my heart is thine,
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And blessed be the hour and time:
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That thou didst grant thy love to me,
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Come now we will go and Married be.
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