A way to Wooe a witty Wench.
Or, A Dialogue between two Lovers who meeting one day;
The Young-man desired the Maiden to stay:
The Maid we was witty herself to defend,
And so they concluded the Match in the end.
To a pleasant new Tune, or, Musgroves March.
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Man.
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O My dearest do not grieve
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for I will prove ever kind;
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Say no more, thou mayst believe,
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nothing but death shall change my mind:
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O then let nothing grieve thee,
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For I vow thou mayst believe me;
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That I do love thee,
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That I do love thee,
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Come Sweet-heart and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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O sweet Sir I cannot stay,
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my Mistriss sent me out in haste,
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I pray you chuse some other place,
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for so much time I dare not waste,
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Lest that my Mistriss chide;
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Then Sir what will me betide?
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I dare not tarry,
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Lest I miscarry,
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Farewel I must be gone.
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Man.
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Turn not thy fair eyes away,
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neither leave me here in scorn,
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To torment me every day,
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and to leave me quite forlorn;
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For it is a terrible pain,
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To love and not be lov'd again.
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Then take some pitty,
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Then take some pitty,
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Sweet-heart for I am thine own.
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Maid.
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O good Sir, what think you of this,
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all that glisters is not Gold?
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You may believe that true it is,
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that Maidens must not be so bold.
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Young men having had their pleasure,
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Leaves them to repent at leisure:
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Therefore forbear me,
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Come not near me,
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Hands off for I must be gone.
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Man.
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Thy favour is more sweet to me,
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far more precious then is Gold,
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When shall I thy husband be,
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prethee Sweet-heart say and hold:
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O that it were tomorrow,
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That it might release my sorrow.
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Do not disdain me,
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Do not disdain me,
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Come kiss and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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If that be all you have to say,
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I mean to lead a single life,
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Rome was not builded in a day,
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nor I so soon am made a Wife.
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First I mean to try your breeding,
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Ere I yield to your proceeding:
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O now forbear me,
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Do not come near me,
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Hands off for I must be gone.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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Man.
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SWeet think upon the former Vow,
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which I to thee did make,
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I have kept it until now,
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and will ever for thy sake:
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Then let not thy unkindness
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Dim thine eyes with too much blindness:
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For I do love thee,
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For I do love thee,
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Come Sweet-heart and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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O good Sir there's none so blind;
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as those that may, yet will not see;
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I know which way you are inclin'd,
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indeed you are to quick for me.
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Hot love is guickly cooled,
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Therefore I will dot be fooled.
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O fie forbear me,
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Do not come near me,
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Hands off for I must be gone.
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Man.
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I prethee give me leave to touch
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or to kiss thy milk-white hand,
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Wer't thy lips thou needst not grutch,
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for I am at thy command:
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O do not thou disdain me,
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For thy frowns hath almost slain me;
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So dear I love thee,
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So dear I love thee,
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Come kiss and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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It is not for a kiss or two
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which so much I do stand upon,
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If that be all you mean to do,
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take it quickly and be gone:
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For a kiss is but a trifle,
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Yet be sure and do not rifle;
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Lest you undo me,
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Lest you undo me,
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Hands off for I must be gone.
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Man.
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O but give me leave to twine
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both mine arms about thy waste:
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And let the pale lips of mine
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betwixt thy rubies plac't:
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Come Sweet-heart and let's be doing,
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Fie upon this tedious wooing:
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For I do love thee,
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For I do love thee,
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Come kiss and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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O good Sir, your snapping short
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is that which makes you look so lean;
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As for your kiss I thank you for't,
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but now I know not what you mean:
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To tear my cloaths in sunder,
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What's your intention I wonder.
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O fie forbear me,
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Do not so fear me,
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Hands off for I must be gone.
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Man.
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O Sweet-heart be thou content,
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for I mean no harm at all,
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Thou shalt not need for to repent,
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for whatsoever shall befal:
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Neither thought I to abuse thee,
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Onely kiss and kindly use thee.
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What I did by thee,
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Was but to try thee,
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Come Sweet-heart and imbrace thine own.
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Maid.
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Then sweet Sir, if this be true
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which you unto me do say,
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I'le be constant unto you;
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O that I durst but longer stay!
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Come kiss once again and spare not,
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Though my Mistriss see I care not;
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For I do love thee,
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No man above thee,
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Come Sweet-heart and imbrace thine own.
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