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The second part, To the same Tune.
The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree,
That he shall be her Loue, and none but onely he.
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MY loue, my life, my ducke my deare,
now will I yeeld vnto thee,
All thou hast said I well did heare,
and now thy words doth moue me,
For to reply in answer kind,
and so thy selfe shall proue me,
I will not change like to the wind,
so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee.
Be thou my louely Pyramus,
Ile be thy constant Thysbe,
And I am now resolved thus,
never to displease thee.
True loue surpasseth Craesus gole,
tis not thy wealth that moues me,
Hereafter let my loue be bold,
and say sweet is the Lasse that loues me.
Ile proue as chast vnto my Loue,
as euer could be any,
No fond inticements me shall moue,
although I am vrged to many,
I will indure for ever kind,
as it doth best behoue me,
A truer Mate thou shalt not find,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.
My daily care shall alwaies be,
onely for to delight thée,
And I my selfe still will be she
that shall with ioyes vnite thee,
I will shine bright at noone and night,
if I may so content thée,
Like Cinthia I will shine bright,
vnto the Lad that loues me.
Doe not despaire my onely deare,
let not vaine thoughts torment thée,
Of my true heart haue thou no feare,
nor doe not thou absent me,
I will remaine for ever sure,
though I a while did prooue thée,
Till death depart Ile thine indure,
so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee.
No gold nor gaine shall me obtaine,
to fancy any other,
All those that seeke my Loue to gaine,
their wishes I doe smother,
I answer them vnto their kind,
for so it doth behoue me,
I will not change like to the wind,
so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee.
So Loue adieu I pray be true,
I am thine owne for ever,
The next time that I méet with you,
Wéele not so soone dissever,
Although we part I leaue my heart,
with him that dearely loues me,
Tis Hymens bands must ease my smart,
and I am the Lasse that loues thee.
O my sweet loue and onely deare,
thou hast renued my pleasure,
Thou in my sight dost more appeare
than any earthly treasure;
I doe reioyce much in my choyce,
and so it doth behoue me,
Ile sing thy praise with heart and voice.
so sweet is the Lasse that loues me.