The Souldiers Farewel to his love.
Being a Dialogue betwixt Thomas and Margaret.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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Thomas.
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MArgaret my sweetest, Margaret I must go,
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Margaret.
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Most dear to me, that never may be so:
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T. Ah, Fortune wills it, I cannot it deny,
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M. then know my love your Margaret must dye.
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T. Not for the gold my Love that Croesus had,
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Would I once see thy sweetest looks so sad,
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M. Nor for all that the which my eye did see,
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Would I depart my sweetest Love from thee.
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T. The King commands, & I must to the wars
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M. Ther's others more enough may end the jars
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T. But I for one commanded am to go,
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And for my life I dare not once say no.
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M. Ah marry me, and you shall stay at home,
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Full thirty weeks you know that I have gone,
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T. There's time enough another for to take
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He'l love thee well, and not thy child forsake.
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M. And have I doted on thy sweetest face?
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and dost infringe that which thou suedst in chase
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Thy faith I mean but I will wend with thee,
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T. It is too far for Peg to go with me.
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M. I'le go with thee my Love both night and day
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Ile bear thy sword, i'le run and lead the way.
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T. But we must ride, how will you follow then,
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Amongst a Troop of us thats Armed men?
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M. Ile bear the Lance, ile guide thy stirrop too,
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Ile rub the horse, and more then that ile do,
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T. But Margarets fingers they are all too fine,
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To wait on me, when she doth see me dine.
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Margaret.
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Ile see you dine, ile wait still at your back,
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Ile give you wine, or any thing you lack.
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Thomas.
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But you I repine when you shall see me have
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A dainty wench that is both fine and brave.
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M. Ile love your wench, my sweetest, I do vow,
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I'le watch time when she may pleasure you.
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T. But you will grieve to see me sleep in bed,
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And you must wait still in anothers stead.
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M.Ile watch my love to see you sleep in rest,
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And when you sleep then I shall think me blest.
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T. The time will come you must delivered be,
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If in the Camp it will discredit me.
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M. Ile go from you before the time shall be,
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When all is well my love again ile see.
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T. All will not serve for Margaret must not go,
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Then do resolve my Love, what else to do.
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M. If nought wil serve why then sweet love adieu
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I needs must die, and yet in dying true.
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T. Nay stay my love, for I love Margaret well,
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And here I vow with Margaret to dwell.
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M. Give me your hand, your Margaret livs again
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T. Here is my hand, ile never breed thy pain.
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M. I'le kiss my Love in token it is so.
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T. We will be wed, come Margaret let us go.
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