951897Sole Emperator and great generall
952898Of trotting Parrators (O my litle hart.)
953899And I to be a Corporall of his
fielde,
954900And weare his coloures like a Tumblers hoope.
955901What? I loue, I
sue, I
seeke a wife,
956902A woman that is like a Iermane Cloake,
957903Still a repairing: euer out of frame,
958904And neuer going a right, being a Watch:
959905But being watcht, that it may
still go right.
960906Nay to be periurde, which is wor
st of all:
961907And among three to loue the wor
st of all,
962908A whitly wanton, with a veluet brow,
963909With two pitch balles
stucke in her face for eyes.
964910I and by heauen, one that will do the deede,
965911Though
Argus were her eunuch and her garde.
966912And I to
sigh for her, to watch for her,
967913To pray for her, go to: it is a plague
968914That
Cupid will impo
se for my negle
ct,
969915Of his almightie dreadfull little might.
970916Well, I will loue, write,
sigh, pray,
shue, grone,
971917Some men mu
st loue my Ladie, and
some Ione.
973918Enter the Princesse, a Forrester, her Ladyes,
975920Quee. Was that the king that
spurd his hor
se
so hard,
976921Again
st the
steepe vp ri
sing of the hill?
977922Forr. I know not, but I thinke it was not he.
978923Quee. Who ere a was, a
showd a mounting minde.
979924Well Lords, to day we
shall haue our di
spatch,
980925Ore Saterday we will returne to Fraunce.
981926Then Forre
ster my friend, Where is the Bu
sh 982927That we mu
st stand and play the murtherer in?
983928Forr. Heereby vpon the edge of yonder Coppice,
984929A Stand where you may make the faire
st shoote.
985930Qnee. I thanke my Beautie, I am faire that
shoote,
986931And thereupon thou
speak
st the faire
st shoote.
987932Forr. Pardon me Madam, for I meant not
so.
Qnee.
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