15. Besse Broughton. 16. Jane Selbe. 17. Beunkards. 40 Nan: Iames is growne soe Coy, that no man can a barbers boy did cure her 44 48 18. Foulgam 52 (with her holy father) 19. Dodson. 56 endure her; say, But with the wicked sire, that yett was neuer thought on, by quenching of loues ffire, hath tane away Besse BROUGHTON one desire. Its3 ill that simix rydes, Iane selbe doth oppresse her ; with other more besides, vnlesse there were a dresser of their hyds. Beunkards, how yee speed, tis shrewdly to be ffeared ; yee cannott aske to reade, soe oft you haue beene seared ffor the deede. ffoulgam will appeale, from Cupid, as men gather, Dodson is not ill, yeett hath shee beene a deale-her; the falt was in his skill, who knew not how to appease her with his quill. Part of the line has been cut away from the MS. by the binder.-F. 2 One stroke too few in the MS.-F. 3? MS. Itt.-F. 4? MS.: the e is oddly made; it may be Birmkards, the i not dotted.-F. 60 64 68 72 her husband saies shee[s] nought, I thinke an honest woman by Lewdnesse may be brought, to be like others, common, being sought. Ales Bradshaw is fforgott, the Cittye that ingrost her; 20. Ales but happy is his lott, that neuer did arrest her, for shee is hott. Cittye wiues, they say, doe occupye by Charter; But because that some will not allow the order, to morefeelds see you Come, your Maiour & your recorder with a drum. Bradshaw City-wives, don't in dulge. Ladies, and women, I don't name you. harlots! Thus farwell, yee whores, yee hackneys & yee harlotts! Farewell but get you to your come neare my walkes no more, varletts as before! 76 My hart shall ay disdaine, to thinke of such pore blisses; 80 kisses yours againe. Thus here ends my song, made only to be merrye : If I offend in toung, in hart I shalbe sorry ffor the wrong. ffinis. and I hope I don't offend. [A leaf is gone here in the MS., containing, among other things perhaps, the beginning of "The Spanish Lady."] Written at the lower corner: the first words of the next page.--F. 8 12 16 20 24 But yett by prayer & ernest suite I moued her att the Last; yett cold I not inioye the ffruite that hath soe pleasing tast. but when, but when, that motyon I bewrayd; shee still this answer said, "O no! O no! O no! I will dye ere I loose my maiden-head!" dreanes in the MS.-F. 2 ninde in the MS.-F. Fie on dreams! For when you're in love you dream strange things. I lately thought I was tripping along with my love, and praying her to grant me her favors. 3 Only half an n in the MS.-F. 110 She let me touch her, 28 NOW FYE ON DREAMES. Yett did shee giue me leaue to tuch they way I went was ffree. "Offye! O ffye! your are to blame!" shee sayd, "thus to vndoe a maid; but yett, but yett, the time is so meete, [line cut away here by the binder.] Not Ioue himselfe more Iouyall was [page 500] Nor Hercules, that all men did passe, then I, then I, all ffeares when I had past, & scalled the ffort att Last, & on, & on, & on the same my signes of victory placet. But when Aurora, goddesse bright, & Morpheus, that drowsye wight, withdrawen him to his rest; O then, O then, my ioyes were altered cleane! ffor I awaked, for I awaked, ffor I awaked; and I ffo[und] all this was but a dreame! ffinis. |