96571When he did frowne, ô had
she then gaue ouer,
572Such ne
ctar from his lips
she had not
suckt,
573Foule wordes, and frownes, mu
st not repell a louer,
574What though the ro
se haue prickles, yet tis pluckt?
575 Were beautie vnder twentie locks kept fa
st,
576 Yet loue breaks through, & picks them all at la
st.
97577For pittie now
she can no more detaine him,
578The poore foole praies her that he may depart,
579She is re
solu'd no longer to re
straine him,
580Bids him farewell, and looke well to her hart,
581 The which by Cupids bow
she doth prote
st,
582 He carries thence incaged in his bre
st.
98583Sweet boy
she
saies, this night ile wa
st in
sorrow
584For my
sick heart commands mine eyes to watch,
585Tell me loues mai
ster,
shall we meete tomorrow,
586Say,
shall we,
shall we, wilt thou make the match?
587 He tell's her no, to morrow he intends,
588 To hunt the boare with certaine of his frends.
99589The boare (quoth
she) whereat a
suddain pale,
590Like lawne being
spred vpon the blu
shing ro
se,
591V
surpes her cheeke,
she trembles at his tale,
592And on his neck her yoaking armes
she throwes.
593 She
sincketh downe,
still hanging by his necke,
594 He on her belly fall's,
she on her backe.
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