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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