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The Bride by Samuel Rowlands
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Then fell a weeping, but he laught and smil'd,
And boldly said, weele stand to what we did:
Fye, fye (quoth I) who euer stands I fall,
Farewell my credit, maydenhead and all.

Thus as I cry'd and wept and wrong my hands,
And said deare maydes and maydenhead adue,
Before my face me thought my mother stands,
And question'd with me how this matter grew:
With that I start awake as we are now,
Yet feard my dreame had bin no dreame I vow.

I could not (for my life) tell how to take it,
For I was stricken in a mightie maze,
Therefore if marriage come Ile not forsake it,
Tis danger to liue virgin diuers wayes,
I would not in such feare againe be found,
Without a husband, for a thousand pound.

_Susan_.

Is it euen so _Grace_, are you come to this,
You that perswaded me from loue of late,
When you knew who, sent me a Ring of his:
And would haue had me bin his turtle mate,
You cunningly did make me to forsake him,
Because I thinke in conscience you will take him.

Ile trust your word another time againe,
That can dissemble so against your heart,
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