The Love sports of
Wanton Jemmy and Simpering Jenny;
OR
The Servingman and his Mistriss the Chambermaid.
As it was acted at twelve of the Clock at night when their
Master was in Bed.
To a new Tune, called, Tell me Jenny, etc.
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The Man speakes.
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TEll me Jenny, tell me roundly,
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when you will your Heart surrender:
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Faith and troth ise love you soundly;
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tis I that was the first Pretender.
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Ner say nay, nor delay,
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heres my heart, and heres my hand too;
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All thats mine shall be thine,
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Body and Goods at your Command too.
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The Maid speakes.
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Ah! how many Maids (quoth J[e]nny)
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have you promisd to be t[r]ue to?
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Fy, I think the Devils in you,
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[to] kiss a body so as you do.
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What do you do? let me go,
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I cant abide such foolish doing;
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Get you gone, naughty man,
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fy, is this your way in wooing?
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The Man speakes.
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Prithee Jenny, why so fretfull?
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tell me how I did displease ye:
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Why is Jenny grown so hatefull,
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that you ere should bid him leave ye?
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If that kiss was amiss
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twas a fault I did not then know;
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Since tis done, lett alone,
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and bite me if I do again so.
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The Maid speakes.
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Lord! how strangely you provoke me!
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let me go ile swear ile beat ye:
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Such another kiss will choak me,
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surely you intend to eat me:
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What dye mean? whats your aim?
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why dye give me cause to chide ye?
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Get you gone, naughty man,
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I vow and swear I cant abide ye.
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The Man speakes.
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Jenny needs must know my meaning
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why I kiss her with such ferver,
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Kisses are not worth the naming
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to those pleasures I reserve her:
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Be not coy, lets injoy
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what the gods and Nature gave us,
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Youeh with Love still should move,
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when we are Old the joy will leave us.
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The Maid speakes.
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Jemmy surely does not love me,
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if he did he would not wooe me,
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Nor so passionately move me
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for the thing that will undo me:
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Pray give ore, pray no more,
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why dye tremble now and start so?
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Get you gone you naughty man,
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youve raisd up something at my heart lo.
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The Man speakes.
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I have that will quickly Cure ye,
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if you will but be my Patient;
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Of your health I will assure ye,
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and will dot this very instant:
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I have a Pill will not fail
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if your stomach will endure it;
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Maid. Get you gone, foolish man,
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im sure one Dose will never cure it.
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The Maid speakes again.
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Well, ile swear youre so unruly
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that I shall be forcd to leave ye;
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Is this your loving me so truly?
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dont you think Old Nick will have ye?
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Fy, nay pish, what dye do,
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is this your filthy way to cure me?
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Get you gone, naughty man,
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I vow and swear I cant endure ye.
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