Comp. And I thee with all my Heart and Soul.
[Comp. kisses Peg.
Now we’ll be merry, and have a Song, shall we not my Neighbours?
3d Neigh. Marry will we, Neighbour Luff and Mrs. Bride, will ye give us a Song?
Peg. With all my Heart, come Neighbour.
A DIALOGUE.
Man: Faith and Troth I love thee dearly,
Tho I do but bluntly woo,
Prithy then resolve me clearly,
Whether I am beloved by you.
Long I shall not keep a pother,
Like a senseless whining Beau;
If you won’t I’ll court another
Who will never say me no.
Woman: Friend, your self, nor Humour neither
With my Fancy disagree,
Yet I must find clearer Weather
Er’e I venture out to Sea.
Court another at your Pleasure
Win her in the Honey-moon,
She may chance repent at leisure,
For believing you too soon.
Man: Leave your damn’d Fantastick Trials,
Which procure a Lover’s Pain,
Pox upon these sham-Denials,
’Tis but spending time in vain.
With Embraces happy make me,
Nature fram’d you to be kind;
Kiss me, and the Devil take me
If I ever change my Mind.
Woman: I’ll pursue the good old Fashion,
Practise still by those are wise,
Throughly try my Lover’s Passion,
E’re I let him grasp the Prize.
Spite of Oaths you wou’d forsake me,
Shou’d I let you once embrace:
If I kiss, the Devil take me,
Till the Parson has said Grace.
Chorus
Since then Nation
Has made it a Fashion,
Let’s send for a Black Coat, whilst we’re in the Mind.
But it is damn’d Slavery,
And Priestly Knavery,
That Parsons must conjure e’re Lovers be kind.