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I am not well. No Marian; my disease is somewhat nigher. I weep, and boil away my Self, in tears; And then my panting heart would dry those fears: I burn, though all the Forest lend a shade; And freize, though the whole Wood one fire were made. I often have been torn with thorn and briar; Both in the Leg, and Foot, and somewhat higher: Yet gave not then such fearful shreikes as these. Ah! I often have been stung too, with cursed Bees, Yet not remember that I then did quit Either my Company, or Mirth for it. Ah! And therefore, what it is that I feel now, And know no cause of it, nor where, nor how, It entered in me, nor least print can see, I feel afflicts me more, then Briar, or Be. O! How often, when the Sun heavens brightest birth Hath with his burning fervour cleft the earth, Under a spreading Elm, or Oak, hard by A cool clear fountain, could I sleeping lie Safe from the heat? but now, no shady tree, Nor purling brook, can my refreshing be? Oft when the meadows, were grown rough with frost, The rivers icebound, and their currents lost, My thick warm fleece I wore, was my defence Or large good fires, I made, drave winter thence. But now, my whole flocks fells, nor this thick grove, Inflamed to ashes, can my cold remove. It is a cold, and heat, that does out go All sense of Winter's, and of Summer's so. OF my heart, my heart! Oh Karol, Karol, call him back again. OF, o. OF Karol, he is fair, and sweet. In, so! Let all the Roses, and the Lilies go: Karol is only fair to me! Alas for Karol, Marian, I could die. I grant the Linet, Lark, and Bul-finchsing, But best, the deer, good Angel of the Spring, The Nightingale. I not long ago Took a delight, with wanton kids to play, And sport with little Lambs a Summer's Day! And view their frisk's! me thought it was a sighed Of joy, to see my two brave Rams to fight! Now Karol, only, all delight does move! All that is Karol, Karol I approve! This very morning, but— (I did bestow (It was a little against my will, I know) A single kiss, upon the seely Swain, And now I wish that very kiss again. His lip is softer, sweeter then the Rose His mouth, and tongue with dropping honey flows. The relish of it was a pleasing thing. And sunk, and sticks yet in my marrow deep And what does hurt me, I now wish to keep. I do remember, Marian, I have oft With pleasure kissed my Lambs, and Puppies, soft, And once a dainty fine Roe-fawne I had, Of whose out-skipping bounds, I was as glad As of my health; and him I oft would kiss: Yet had his, no such sting, or pain, as this. They never pricked or hurt my heart. And, for They were so blunt, and dull, I wish no more. But this, that hurts, and pricks does please; This sweet, Mingled with Sour, I wish again to meet: And that delay, me thinks, most tedious is That keeps, or hinders me of Karols kiss.
Plot summary
Plot — A Tale of a Tub
Audrey Turf is to be married to John Clay, even though her father has promised her to Squire Tub: she drew Clay in a Valentine’s Eve lottery and her parents are determined that she should marry him on Valentine’s Day. The vicar, Sir Hugh, alerts Tub, and lays a plot to stop the wedding; but also abets Justice Preamble’s scheming to get the girl for himself. Tub’s governor Hilts poses as a servant whose master, Captain Thumbs, was attacked nearby; he has brought Constable Turf orders from the Queen to raise a hue and cry to catch the criminals; moreover, his description of one of them fits Clay, the bridegroom. Turf is obliged to postpone the wedding, and leaves his daughter with Hilts, who hands her over to Tub. Audrey at first thinks herself too low-born to be the Squire’s wife, but is won over by the prospect of social advancement. But before Tub can get her to church, he is arrested by Preamble. The judge leaves Tub with a pursuivant, saying he must return Audrey to her father; but the pursuivant turns out to be Preamble’s clerk, Metaphor, in disguise, and he explains that Preamble is actually taking her to church to marry her himself. Clay goes into hiding. Tub tells Turf that the robbery was a ruse by Preamble to enable him to take Audrey. Turf breaks off the hue and cry and intervenes in time to prevent the marriage, and takes Audrey home. Sir Hugh poses as the robbed man, Captain Thumbs, and complains of Turf’s negligence. Turf is summoned before Preamble to answer for abandoning the chase; he must produce the thief, presumed to be Clay, or pay back the stolen money himself. He sends Metaphor to fetch the cash, but Sir Hugh tells Metaphor to bring Audrey too. Tub and Hilts bully the plot out of Metaphor, and arrange to intercept him as he returns with Audrey. Tub takes the girl and lets Hilts and Metaphor have the money; but his mother, who has been out looking for him, catches up with him just as he is about to take Audrey to church. He claims he was taking her home, but Lady Tub will not be put off, and sends Audrey home with her gentleman usher, Pol-Marten—who woos her for himself. Tub roots out a supposed devil in Turf’s barn: it turns out to be Clay, hiding in the straw. Pol-Marten disguises Audrey in Lady Tub’s clothes, and Sir Hugh marries them, not realizing who they are. Tub invites the company home to supper, where he has arranged a masque whose central feature is a tub, representing his family; it has been devised by the cooper Medley,…