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 worst of all:

961907And among three to loue the worst 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 impose for my neglect,

969915Of his almightie dreadfull little might.

970916Well, I will loue, write, sigh, pray, shue, grone,

971917Some men must loue my Ladie, and some Ione.

975920Quee. Was that the king that spurd his horse so hard,

976921Against the steepe vp rising 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 dispatch,

980925Ore Saterday we will returne to Fraunce.

981926Then Forrester my friend, Where is the Bush

982927That we must stand and play the murtherer in?

983928Forr. Heereby vpon the edge of yonder Coppice,

984929A Stand where you may make the fairest shoote.

985930Qnee. I thanke my Beautie, I am faire that shoote,

986931And thereupon thou speakst the fairest shoote.

987932Forr. Pardon me Madam, for I meant not so.