PRINCESS

'Twas nobly plied on both sides, both had ho nou_r_; Yet brother to be modest in your praise, You had the best. A kind Husband I'll warrant him: if ever I chance to bride, Heaven grant I find no worse. As kind a Father as a Husband now: If ever I chance to wed, such Heaven grant me. You ever long She may both dream, and speak as much as I. No question but she thinks as much already; And were here voice and her election free, She would not stick to say this man for me. Why to change face, They say in mod st Maids are signs of grace: Yet many that Like her hold down the head, Will never change colour when they're once in bed. Not out of heart; for all of her complexion, Show in their face the fire of their affection: And even the modest wives, this know we too, Oft blush to speak what is no shame to do. Here enters one, I hope it be not he. My Lord, how Like you this? Shee'd blush to speak, that does not blush to kiss. Is this your sweetheart? I had needs wish you much joy, for I see but a little towards: Where did you take him up by the hye-way, or did you not fallen in love with him hanging on a Gibbet? And in faith Lady can you be in love with this rag of honour? But say your Father now, as many Father's are, prove a true worldling, and rather than bestow thee on one dejected, disinherit thee? how then? By my faith good counsel; if I live long enough, It may be I may have the grace to follow it. A fairer face in Court who ever saw? Her beaut, would become the name of Queen. For grace and feature England affords not a more complete Virgin. This noble Lady, now my royal Mother, Hath by her love to you, regard to us, And courteous affability to all, Attained the general suffrage of the Realm, Her modest carriage shall be rules to me, Her words instructions, her behaviour precepts, Which I shall ever study to observe. But your Queen, That virtuous Lady, when I think on her, I can but grieve at her dejectedness. Or for the quantity better contrived: This Lord in all his actions is still noble, Exceeding all requital. You have not my consent yet. Why then on thee: He that the Father does so much respect, Should not methinks the daughters love despise. It's good for Maids take Husbands when they may. Heaven knows how long we may be forced to stay. Here's one falls off from me. Ey so they say, But unto me it is a pach unknown; Yet that which cheers me, I shall do no more Than those, and such as I, have done before. Sure it's a thing that must, though without skill, Even when you please, I am ready for your will. Stay. O Father, hear me for my Husbands life, Doubly allied, I am his Niece and Wife. And Husband unto me. Your Mother and your Daughter. Speak, what hath he done?