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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Scornful Maid, and the Con&s;tant Young-Man.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L><HI>With mocks and taunts &s;he doth him jear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As in this ditty you may hear;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet no denyal he would have,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;till her favour he did crave:</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Yet at the la&s;t &s;he granted love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And vowed She would con&s;tant prove;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet in this Ditty you may find,</HI></L>
<L><HI>It is Money that doth a bargain bind.</HI></L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Times Changling I will-never be:</HI> Or, <HI>Sawny,</HI> Or, <HI>A Fig for</HI> France.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>ALL hail, all hail, thou Lady gay,</L>
<L>the glory of the world to me,</L>
<L>More beautious in mine eyes I &s;ay,</L>
<L>then <HI>Venus</HI> in her prime could be:</L>
<L>One &s;mile from thee I now do crave,</L>
<L>If &s;o much favour I could have:</L>
<L><HI>One &s;miling glance from that twinkling eye,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will &s;ave my life, or el&s;e I dye.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stand back, good &s;ir, what would you have</L>
<L>your &s;peeches let me under&s;tand,</L>
<L>What is the thing that you do crave,</L>
<L>do not you think me to trappan:</L>
<L>What beauty here Sir can you &s;py,</L>
<L>Hands off, I pray come not me nigh:</L>
<L>Either a &s;mile, or el&s;e a frown,</L>
<L>I think will &s;erve for &s;uch a Clown:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What ails my deare&s;t hearts delight,</L>
<L>&s;weet Lady now be not &s;o coy,</L>
<L>Thou &s;eem'&s;t to be an Angel bright,</L>
<L>in thee is all my earthly joy:</L>
<L>Then do not &s;eek my life to &s;pill,</L>
<L>But grant me love for my good will:</L>
<L><HI>One glance from that bright twinkling eye,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will make me for to live or dye.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Second Part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>O Fie away, thou fondling now,</L>
<L>my very heart thou vexe&s;t &s;ore,</L>
<L>I &s;corn &s;uch py'd-No&s;e <HI>Iacks</HI> as thou,</L>
<L>pack, pack, I &s;ay, come here no more:</L>
<L>That Maid which &s;ets her love on thee,</L>
<L>May &s;ay &s;he is blind and cannot &s;ee:</L>
<L>The durtie&s;t Drabin all the Town,</L>
<L>May prove too good for &s;uch a Clown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh &s;ay not &s;o, my only joy,</L>
<L>I am the man which loves thee dear,</L>
<L>Thy &s;peeches doth me &s;ore annoy,</L>
<L>but yet thy love I do not fear:</L>
<L>In time I hope thou wilt change thy mind,</L>
<L>For all thou &s;eem'&s;t at fir&s;t unkind:</L>
<L><HI>One &s;miling glance, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Good Sir, I pray this an&s;wer take,</L>
<L>you &s;pend your time in vain on me,</L>
<L>I pray you &s;eek &s;ome other Mate,</L>
<L>my heart doth &s;corn thy ba&s;e degree:</L>
<L>What do you think <HI>I</HI> am &s;o blind,</L>
<L>To have a Clown by birth or kind?</L>
<L>Oh no, <HI>I</HI> pray you come not me nigh,</L>
<L>For <HI>I</HI> &s;corn my &s;hooes thou &s;hould'&s;t untye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVell Lady, now if it be &s;o,</L>
<L>that <HI>I</HI> no favour here can have:</L>
<L>But now by force from thee mu&s;t go,</L>
<L>&s;ome other Maidens love to crave:</L>
<L>This Gold and Silver <HI>I</HI> will let flie,</L>
<L>Before the next &s;hall me deny:</L>
<L>For all thou terme&s;t me &s;uch a Clown,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> have a Year five hundred pound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis not your Gold, good &s;ir, that &s;hall</L>
<L>tempt me to yield unto your will,</L>
<L>That Maid which comes when you do call,</L>
<L>will find you have but little skill:</L>
<L>In this &s;ame ca&s;e, you do profe&s;s</L>
<L>To plea&s;e a Maid, <HI>I</HI> do prote&s;t</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> &s;ee no skill that you can have,</L>
<L>To give a Maid what &s;he doth crave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If that be all my deare&s;t Dear,</L>
<L>if that thou plea&s;e me but to prove,</L>
<L>Then of my skill thou need&s;t not fear,</L>
<L>lo, <HI>I</HI> have here what Maids do love:</L>
<L>Here is Gold and Silver, come and &s;ee,</L>
<L>VVith all delights to plea&s;ure thee:</L>
<L>Therefore &s;ome favour to me &s;how,</L>
<L>Before that I from hence do go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVhat do&s;t thou think I am &s;o fond,</L>
<L>to yield my freedom here for Gold,</L>
<L>Or do&s;t thou think <HI>I</HI> dote on means,</L>
<L>O no, it never &s;hall be told</L>
<L>That money &s;hall my Ma&s;ter be,</L>
<L>Therefore come thou no more at me:</L>
<L>Be gone, be gone, &s;tand not to prate,</L>
<L>For fear <HI>I</HI> break thy Clowni&s;h pate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then fare you well thou &s;cornful Dame,</L>
<L>for &s;eeing it won't no better be,</L>
<L>Yet <HI>I</HI> mu&s;t needs &s;et forth thy fame,</L>
<L>of all the Maids that e're <HI>I</HI> &s;ee,</L>
<L>For beauty rare within mine eyes,</L>
<L>No Man can win a rarer prize:</L>
<L>If thou would yield to me thy love,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> con&s;tant always vow to prove.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well Sir, if you will con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>as now you do profe&s;s to me,</L>
<L>Then <HI>I</HI> do grant to thee my love,</L>
<L>and I vow to prove as true to thee:</L>
<L>Here is hand and heart to thee <HI>I</HI> give,</L>
<L>And <HI>I</HI> vow to love thee while <HI>I</HI> live:</L>
<L>VVhat more can you de&s;ire of me,</L>
<L>For a con&s;tant wife <HI>I</HI> will prove to thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If it be &s;o my Deare&s;t Dear,</L>
<L>thou &s;halt never have cau&s;e to repent,</L>
<L>For co&s;tly cloathing, with Iewels rare,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> have to give my Love content:</L>
<L>Here is my hand, my heart is thine,</L>
<L>And ble&s;&s;ed be the hour and time:</L>
<L>That thou did&s;t grant thy love to me,</L>
<L>Come now we will go and Married be.</L>
</LG>
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<BYLINE>By <HI>T. Robins.</HI></BYLINE>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden-Ball, in <HI>We&s;t &s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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