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<DATE>2008-06-03</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080515.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Souldier his Salutation to the wary Wench of Worce&s;ter.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L><HI>Who kindly intreats her to grant him a ki&s;&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Al&s;o her Deniall, in an&s;wer to this.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant Scotti&s;h Tune, call'd Lowdens Delight.</OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>FAir <HI>Venus,</HI> I admire</L>
<L>the power of thy Son,</L>
<L>No &s;ooner to give fire</L>
<L>but &s;traight the day is won.</L>
<L>He'l undertake the God of war to tame,</L>
<L>If again&s;t his bo&s;ome right he aime,</L>
<L>Folly were it to re&s;i&s;t the flame</L>
<L>wherein I Cry</L>
<L>Sweet Lady pitty</L>
<L>My mournful Ditty</L>
<L>do not deny</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e thy captive Souldier</L>
<L>Or el&s;e for grief I dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ile change my coat and colours,</L>
<L>to go along with thee:</L>
<L>No more of <HI>Mars</HI> his followers</L>
<L>hence forwards will I be</L>
<L>I am ever bound to be thy slave</L>
<L>Till thou grants to me the thing I crave</L>
<L>'Tis thy favour I de&s;ire to have</L>
<L>then cure my pain</L>
<L>Oh now or never,</L>
<L>El&s;e captive ever</L>
<L>&s;hall I remain,</L>
<L>My heart is deeply wounded</L>
<L>But yet I am not &s;lain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How can&s;t thou cha&s;e but fancy</L>
<L>a Souldier &s;o compleat?</L>
<L>who&s;e fortunes may advance thee</L>
<L>and make thy honour great</L>
<L>I pray thee do not then &s;o cruel prove,</L>
<L>For my heart I cannot yet remove,</L>
<L>More thou hates, the more I'm bound to love,</L>
<L>thine I am &s;till</L>
<L>Oh fie on <HI>Cupid,</HI></L>
<L>Which made me &s;tupid</L>
<L>for want of skill</L>
<L>I now mu&s;t be contented,</L>
<L>To &s;erve thee at thy will.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In truth I know no rea&s;on</L>
<L>but I may be &s;o bold</L>
<L>To ki&s;&s;e that lovely Pri&s;on</L>
<L>which k&eacute;eps my heart in hold.</L>
<L>More cruel than a Gaoler would &s;he be</L>
<L>That denies me of my liberty.</L>
<L>If a ki&s;&s;e or two would &s;et me fr&eacute;e</L>
<L>or ea&s;e my &s;mart</L>
<L>Do not ab&s;ent th&eacute;e</L>
<L>Nor thus torment me,</L>
<L>&s;ince that thou art</L>
<L>The Pri&s;on and the Keeper,</L>
<L>Of my impri&s;oned heart.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>Come, come, do not refu&s;e it,</L>
<L>but let us now imbrace</L>
<L>For once and do not u&s;e it</L>
<L>none &s;ees us in this place</L>
<L>It's in thy power, with a &s;mile or frown</L>
<L>For to rai&s;e me up or ca&s;t me down:</L>
<L>Let thy penalty on me be known,</L>
<L>be it weal or woe</L>
<L>Come kill or cure</L>
<L>What I endure</L>
<L>no man doth know,</L>
<L>And then farewel for ever,</L>
<L>My friend, or cruel foe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewel, there is no duty</L>
<L>nor &s;ervice due to me</L>
<L>Then tel her not of beauty</L>
<L>where none is plac'd you &s;ee.</L>
<L>Do not then on <HI>Cupid</HI> thus complain</L>
<L>Vnto her that cannot ea&s;e thy pain,</L>
<L>Neither will I be of <HI>Venus</HI> train</L>
<L>I am afraid</L>
<L>Thou do&s;t but flatter</L>
<L>Faith no &s;uch matter,</L>
<L>&s;hall me per&s;wade</L>
<L>I will not ki&s;&s;e a Souldier</L>
<L>Le&s;t that I be betraid</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Change not thy coat nor colours</L>
<L>to tarry hear with me</L>
<L>Good Souldiers by their Valours,</L>
<L>will fir&s;t approved be</L>
<L>Never &s;ay thou art a &s;lave of mine</L>
<L>Nor any thing I have of thine,</L>
<L>Rather &s;halt thou dig the grave of mine</L>
<L>here in this place</L>
<L>Ere thou &s;halt wooe me</L>
<L>So to undo me,</L>
<L>fie it is ba&s;e</L>
<L>To bring poor Country La&s;&s;es</L>
<L>Vnto &s;uch foul di&s;grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>London</HI> you have plenty,</L>
<L>why would you come away?</L>
<L>I warrant you there's twenty</L>
<L>would never &s;ay you nay.</L>
<L>If to them thou wilt not con&s;tant be,</L>
<L>When another thou dolt chance to &s;ee</L>
<L>Thy affection &s;oon will glance from me</L>
<L>and further range</L>
<L>Men once removers,</L>
<L>Then con&s;tant Lovers</L>
<L>it is mo&s;t &s;trange.</L>
<L>To find a faithful Souldier</L>
<L>Not &s;ubject unto change.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why cal'&s;t thou me thy pri&s;on</L>
<L>or Gaolor which am none?</L>
<L>If that be all the rea&s;on</L>
<L>I pray thee now be gone.</L>
<L>For there is no harbour in my brea&s;t</L>
<L>To be granted to &s;o bold a gue&s;t</L>
<L>Neither will I yeeld to thy reque&s;t</L>
<L>therefore in vain</L>
<L>Is thy intru&s;ion</L>
<L>By no delu&s;ion</L>
<L>thou &s;halt obtain</L>
<L>From me thy fond de&s;ire</L>
<L>My honour &s;o to &s;tain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go, go or el&s;e for bear me</L>
<L>faith I will never yeeld,</L>
<L>Thy captain he'l ca&s;hier thee</L>
<L>ha&s;te ha&s;te into the field,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t thy ab&s;ence breed thee more di&s;grace</L>
<L>By thy doting on a maiden face</L>
<L>For the lo&s;ing of thy Souldiers place</L>
<L>would be a &s;hame</L>
<L>Ha&s;te now or never</L>
<L>Else Coward ever</L>
<L>they'l thee proclaim.</L>
<L>To loo&s;e &s;o great an honour</L>
<L>By following <HI>Venus</HI> Game.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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