We will remoue the camp[°] incontinent:
For shelter onelie, sweete heart, came[°] I hither,
And to auoide the troblous stormie[°] weather;
But now the coaste is cleare, we will[°] be gonne,
Since, but thy self, true louer[°] I haue none."
With that she sprung full lightlie to my lips[°],
And fast about the neck me colle's, and clips[°];
She wanton faints[°], and falle's vpon hir bedd,
And often tosseth[°] too and fro hir head;
She shutts hir eyes[°], and waggles with her tongue: