Between the Countrey Bumkin and his Mistriss going to a Fair.
Well overtaken my dear Katie, I no sooner heard that thou wert gone to the Fair, but I came a swinging pace after thee; for in troth Katie I love thee above all things, as a man may say, in the versal world. Alas, Katie, thy love hath gor'd me to the very heart, so that I shall be always as sick as a Horse till thou hast cur'd me with the plaister of thy love.
Nay Richard, As bad as I love thee, I do not love thee so Ill, but that I'le kiss my lips into a consumption to save thy life.
Ita, say'st thou me so Kate, God a mercy for that girle, by the mass, and that word shall cost me the best fairing in the Ped∣lers pack. Come hold by my skirts, and let's make all the haste we can Kate.
O Dear, Richard, how you sweat! here take my handkercher to wipe your face. But Richard, must not I wear a gold Ring like my Dame, when I am married
I Kate, and a posie in it too, which shall be this, Richard and Kate shall live without hate. 'Twas my own invention, and judge you now Kate, if I be not a brave blade to lead a Hen to water.
Truly Richard did I not take you for a very pretty fellow, you should not be so much in my books as you are; I know more then one or two that would kiss my back side to have half those favours from me that you have received. Heaven bless us, how the Fair's crouded already.