An Excellent New Song, Called,
The Private Encounter
Between Two Loyal Lovers.
Being Sung in the last New PLAY, called, The married Beau
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OH fye! what mean I Foolish Maid,
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In this remote and silent shade
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to meet with you alone;
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My Heart does with the place combine,
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And both are more your Friends than mine,
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And both are more your Friends than mine.
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Oh! oh! oh! I shall I shall I shall be undone,
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Oh! oh! oh! oh! I shall be undone.
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A Savage Beast I would not fear,
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Or should I meet with Villains here,
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I to some Cave would run:
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But such inchanting Art you show,
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I cannot strive I cannot go,
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I cannot strive I cannot go,
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Oh oh oh I shall I shall I shall be undone,
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Oh oh oh oh I shall be undone.
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Oh fye leave off this foolish fear,
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For I am glad to meet you here,
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and I must you enjoy:
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This silent Grove and pleasant shade,
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Were for true lovers Pastime made,
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Were for true lovers Pastime made,
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Then, oh then, do not, do not, do not me deny,
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Oh then, oh then, do not me deny.
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Your Beauty can wild Monsters tame,
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And likewise Villains hearts inflame,
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that they will not anoy:
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Your looks, your eyes have charm'd me so,
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I have no power for to go,
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I have no power for to go,
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Come, come, come, I must, I must, I must thee enjoy.
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Come, come, come, come, I must thee enjoy.
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Ah give your sweet temptations o'er,
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I'll touch those dangerous Lips no more,
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What must we yet fool on?
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Ah now I yield, ah now I fall;
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Ah now I have no breath at all;
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Ah now I have no breath at all;
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And now, now I am, I am I am quite undone.
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Ah now now now I am quite undone.
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'Tis none but you I can adore,
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Nay I must love you more and more,
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altho' for Love I die:
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My passion ever shall endure;
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My Love shall still be firm and pure,
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My Love shall still be firm and pure,
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And, &, &, in thy in thy in thy arms I'll lye,
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and and and and in thy arms I'll lye.
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