CONSTANCE

As I live Mistress Trainewell, all that ere he had o'me was but a kiss. But I must tell ye, I wished it a thoosnnd, thoosand till him. I know I am not weell too. But I'll ha'no Doctor but Sir Philip. But one word call ye this? Feath but that bore eance neither, and your seln were by too. Trow ye that Idem not tell ye and it maer. By my conscience Mrs. Trainewell I lee not. Vary true, Mine Uncle was than by too. And he brought sir Philip to see his Orchard. And what did he than do, trow you, but took me thus by the hand, and thus he kust me; he said I were a deaft Lass: but there he fiend. But for my life I could not but think, he war the likest man that I had seen with mine eyes; and could not devaise the thing I had, might be vnbeggen by him. Then by and by as we walked, he asked mine Uncle, gin he would give him me to make a Lady till him. And by my troth Mistress Trainwell, I lee not, I blushed and luked upon him as I would feign a head it so: Mine Uncle said yes, and sir Philip shuke my hand, and Good feath my heart joyed at it. God gin the Priest had been by. But I thought all sure enough; and would not have sold my partly for the Spanish Ladies Jointure. But straight anon mine Uncle and he fell on other talk, of Lords and La die, and many foud Like things, I minded not: For I is weell sure, this kept me waking ere sine. And God pardon me what I misthought every hour i'th' night. I wot not what he meant. But I is weell sure, I'll never be sure to any Man but he. And if he love me not as weell, God pardon him. For I meant him none ill. Will he not come Mrs. Trainewell? I'll do ought you bid me God gin I saw him eance. Marry, God shield Mrs. Trainewell. Is he geane? Must I not see him? Heaven bliss us, and give us leave to dee first. Can he be so vnkaind, to scorn me so, Woe I me. Oh Weell a near Mistress Trainewell! Sir Philip is the likest man that ere you saw days of your life. This Lo zell dow not. Nor would he send him. So trim a Man can not have ike bade purpose. Yea feath, and scorn me too sir. Ill betide them. But and you do me help, and my sir Philip love me, God reward you. Good eath sir, I may not say how well I love him: But were I one of near a much, heest eene have all. And yet he loves me not. Now Gods benison light o'yee for it. Lo ye lo ye, the worst Like man to Sir Philip ye saw in all your days. And I undone than. Nor will I, fear it not. Nor any man that says he loves me. For alas! I was too lately sco Ned. Truth in swearing, less in promising. Nor ne man for your sake. I say so too sir. What wast I pray. Tell that no further; for we are all too gentle lessen men were less cruel. You shall hear me sing first by your leave. Pray sir, are you sir Philip? But you are none of my Sparrow. Your mouth's not wide enough for your words. His words would soften Adamantine ears. And looks would melt a Marble hea to to tears. Oh Uvea is me! What I do them? Shall I ever get him by singing trou ye? In I would never but sing, if I thought that were the gainest way. It must be of my Love than, my Sparrow as I told you. And thus it goes. A bonny bonny Bird I had A bird that was my Marroe: A bird whose pastime made me glad, And Philip it my Sparrow. A pretty play-fere: Changed p it would, And hop, and fly to fist, Keep ut, as were a Vsur rs Gold, And bill me when I list. Philip, Philip, Philip it cries But he is fled and my loy die. But were my Philip comd a gain, I would not change my Love For Juno's bird with gawdy train, Nor yet for Venus Dove. Nay, would my Philip come again, I would not change my state, For his great Name sakes wealth of Spain, To be another's Mate. Philip Philip, &c. No no, you cannot be the Man. I know him right weel by you sir, as w lie as you be. Gin you had all his trim gear up on you, and all his sweets about you, yet I should not be so found to mistake a Jenny How let for a Tasse Gentle. Ah, ah, would. Feath, but eene eane. That her is not ir Philip. For thus would he do. Thus would he kiss his hand; and thus ta' me by mine. Thus would he look, and set his eye on mine: And give me lea to see my self in's eye . It the best Glass intruth that ere I saw. I never look weell fine. Nor ere shall ime sure, until I see me there again. But he is geaue, alas he's geane, and all too late I sorrow. For I shall never be well again, till yesterday be to marrow. God you good Even sir.— I won't go to't, nor I man not go to't, For love, nor yet for see: For I am a Maid, and will be a Maid, And a good one till aye. Yet mine intent, I could repent, for ne mane company. But you are not he Sir. If you b , you are wondrously changed. I am sure his faults were not written on his forehead. God pardon him. Mum to to Must toot, Muntara rara Muntara ra ra rarie, And ever I sighs and cray alack for Phillips love I die. ust so did our Deyry Maid at home serve my Lady Fiddle dees Batler. And there I learned it. But when she had so done what did she than do? Bestowed a pennyworth of Unguentum Album, and it made him whole presently. Good M rs . Train well send to your Poth carry for some: it'll make him we e'n now. But not with h him by my faith, and your leave, in't we be married. Prithee Beauis gar him wash his face hee'll scare some bodies Barns else.— 'Tis a lo g whayle ine I hear any. He is wed already Sir. Another wife would gar him be put down at gallows: and I would not ee sh e for all the wordly good that ere I awe with . And of my consci nce I e be none of his Marry shall I tell you what I'll say sir? That to worser serves hanging worse then tother at er, you would poison his wife by your Art, wood ye? and make your gown that re the Hang men ee the second time? It looks as it had been once his already; and you Like such a Doctor I mu tell ye, by your leave. God bl sse me from thee. M rs . Traynwell where are you? Oh M rs . Traynwell, for deer Charities ache have me soon this Man: for I'll never take any thing at him. He talks of poisoning. Pray put up your Pipes sir. I Like not your Music: troth nor his countenance nather. Sweet M rs . Traynwell gar me be shut on him. Now all the joys of Immortality light of ye sir. Dear sir, keep further from him. In roth he breathes to near him. Oh right weell sir. I is sure, isle nener be mine own else . Any whither but to bed before we be married. And thank you too sir. And ta' me but from this ill looking Doctor; for I shall be weell with you sir. Heaven bliss the hour you speak in, and all Saints be with sses.