her ffaint & weary hart [to] cheirsh, which was soe fyered, that shee descryed 2 to quench her thirst, & cryed, "helpe Bacchus, or else I perish!" he wold 3 kisse her ffirst. par melio shance, ffor itt doth pleasing tast soe well, my hart doth will me ffor to fill me of this sweete Vine; I wold that I might alwayes dwell in this ffaire Arbor! heeres soe good harbor, Shee drunke soe long, ere shee had done,— her belly swelled like a tunn, to quench her thirst. He turned himself into a butt of wine, and bade her suck the quill. She did, and drank WHEN SCORTCHING PHOEBUS. Att last shee ffell in peeces twaine; yett ffaine shee wold haue drunke againe ; & oft did visitt, & much solicite God Diacchus. His emptye caske wold yeeld noe more, to-iour bonne tannce,— ffor shee had sucked itt ffull sore, par melio shance. quoth she "god Bacchus, change thy shape; behold [thou] here this new borne babe, MS. the.-F. Quoth she, God.-P. 2 will.-P. [page 314] • Thus of a Goddess made a punk.-P. 1 I wished a IN babe in a nurse's arms was mine, and asked her who was the father of it. She didn't know. I offered to father it. A Scotchman also offered to be the child's dad. 1 4 8 12 16 20 In a May morninge. [Page 383 of MS.] a may morning I mett a sweet nursse with a babe in her armes, sweetly cold busse. I wold to god itt were mine! I shold be glad ont! ffor it was a merry mumping thing, who ere was dad ont. I saluted her kindlye, & to her I sayd, "god morrow, sweet honye, and you be a mayd; "The dad of my child, Sir, I doe not well know, from one to the other; still I wold be rid ont." "Ile take itt in mine armes, & wislye Ile worke, There came a kind Scot[c]hman whose name is not knowne, sayes hee to this sweet hart, "this babye is mine owne; come bind it vpon my backe; Ione shall be rid ont ; for whosoeuer gott the child, Ile be the dad ont.” A glance, a sly look-a word still used in Northamptonshire.-P. 24 28 32 36 "Now, nay! now, nay!" shee sayes, soe itt may The girl not bee! your looke & his countenance doe not agree; for had hee beene sike a swayne, I had neere been great ont; for hee was a blythe young man that was the right "his lippes like the rubye, his cheekes like the rose, "Ile trauell through England & Scottland soe wyde, refused him he never got it. A rubylipped young man was the true father, and she'd tramp over England and Scotland Ile bind itt vpon my backe, Ile not be ryd ont "Ile husse1 itt, Ile busse itt, Ile lapp itt in say2; Ile rocke itt, Ile lull itt, by night & by day; Ile bind itt vpon my backe, Ile not be ridde ont and marry him. 40 dad ont. "And thus to conclude, thoe itt ffall to my Lott to ffind a dad ffor my barne 3 that I cannott; if an englishman gett a child, & wold be ridd ont, ont." But if she couldn't find him, why then she'd fall back on the Scotchman. 1 hush.-F. 2 silk.-F. 3 bairn, child.-P. |