Filling my barnes with plentie of the fieldes;
But, Peggie, if thou wed thy selfe to me,
Thou shall have garments of imbrodred silke,
Lawnes, and rich networks for thy head attyre: 70
Costlie shalbe thy fare abiliments,
If thou wilt be but Lamberts loving wife.
Margret. Content you, gentles, you have proferd faire,
And more than fits a countrie maids degree:
But give me leave to counsaile me a time, 75
For fancie bloomes not at the first assault;