The Hasty Bride-groom:
OR,
The rarest sport that ha[t]h of late been tri'd,
Between a lusty Bride-grome and his Bride.
To the Tune of, Bass his Carreer: Or. Bow Bells
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COme from the Temple away to the Bed.
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as the Marchant transports home his trea-sure
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Be not so coy Lady, since we are wed,
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tis no sin to tast of the pleasure:
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Then come let us be,
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Blith merry and free;
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Upon my life all the Waiters are gon:
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and 'tis so
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that they know
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where you go,
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say not no,
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For I mean to make bold with my owne.
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What is't to me, though our hands joyned be,
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if our bodies be still kept assunder,
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Shall it be said, their goes a married Maid,
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indeed we will have no such wonder;
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Therefore let's imbrace,
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There's non sees thy face,
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The Bride-maids that waited are gone:
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non can spy,
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how you lye
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nere deny,
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but say I
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For indeed ile make bold with my own.
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Then come let us kiss & let us tast of that bliss
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which brave Lords and Ladies enjoy'd,
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If all Maids should bee of the humour of thee,
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Generation would soon be destroy'd;
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Then where are those joys
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The Garls and the Boys,
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Wouldst thou live in the world all alone,
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don't distroy,
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but enjoy,
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seem not coy,
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for a toy,
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For indeed ile make bold with my own.
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Sweet Love do not frown, put off thy Gown,
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tis a Garment unfit for the night,
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Some say that black hath a relishing smak,
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I had rather be dealing with white:
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Then be not afraid,
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For you are not betray'd,
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Since we two are together alone:
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I invite,
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you this night,
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to do right,
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my delight,
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Is forthwith to make bold with my own
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Prethee begin don't delay but unpin,
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for my humour I cannot prevent it,
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You are too straightlac'd & your Gorget's so fast,
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undo it or I straightway will rend it
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Or to end all the strife,
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Il'e cut it with my knif,
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Tis to long to stay til it is undone:
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let thy wast,
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be unlac'd,
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and in hast,
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be imbrac't,
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For I long to be bold with my own.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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FEel here on my hand, how you make me to stand
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even ready to starve in the cold;
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O why shouldst thou be, so hard-hearted to me
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that loves the more dearer then Gold:
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And as thou hast been,
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Like fair Venus the Queen,
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Most compleat in thy parts every ane:
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let me find,
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that thy mind,
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is inclin'd
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to be kind;
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So that I may make with my own.
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As thou art fair, and more sweet then the Air
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that dallies on Julies brave Roses,
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Now let mee be, to that Garden a Key,
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which the Flowers of Virgins incloses,
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And I will not bee,
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Too rough unto thee,
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For my nature unto mildness is prone;
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do no lesse,
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but undresse
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and unlace,
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all a pace.
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For this night ile make bold with my own.
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When I have found, thee temprate and sound
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thy sweet breast I will take for my Pillow
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Tis great pitty that we which newly married be
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should be forc'd to wear the green-Willow:
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We shall be blest,
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And live sweetly at rest,
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When we two are united in one.
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with content,
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and consent,
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I am bent,
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my intent,
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Is this night to make bold with my own.
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The Ladies Loving Reply.
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WElcome dear Love, all the powers above,
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are well pleased at our happy meeting;
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The heavens have decreed, & the earth is agreed
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that I should imbrace my own Sweeting:
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At Bed and at Board
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Both in Deed and in word,
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My affection to thee shall shown:
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thou art mine,
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I am thine,
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let us joyne,
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and combine,
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Ile not bar thee from what is thy own.
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Our Brid-bed is made, thou shalt be my comrade
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for to lodge in my arms all night,
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Where thou shalt injoy being free from anoy
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all the sport wherein Love takes delight:
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Our mirth shall be crown'd,
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And our triump renownd:
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Then Sweet-heart let thy valour be shown,
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take thy fill,
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do thy will,
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use thy skill,
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welcome still
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why shouldst thou not make bold with thy own
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The Bride-groom & Brid with much joy on each side
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then togeather they to Bed both did go
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But what they did there I did neither see nor hear,
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nor I do not desire to know,
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But by Cupids aid,
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They being well laid,
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They made sport by themselves alon:
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being plac'd,
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she unlac'd,
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he uncas'd,
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she imbrac'd,
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Then he stoutly made bold with his own.
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