Volume Ii Part 65 (2/2)

_Char_. Gued deed, and see ye shall, Sir, gen you please. Though I's not dance, Sir, I's tell ya that noo.

_Wild_. Nor I, so we're well matcht. By Heaven, she's wondrous like her.

_Char_. By th' Ma.s.s not so kind, Sir: 'Twere gued that ene of us shou'd dance to guid the other weel.

_Wild_. How young, how innocent and free she is! And wou'd you, fair one, be guided by me?

_Char_. In any thing that gued is.

_Wild_. I love you extremely, and wou'd teach you to love.

_Char_. Ah, wele aday! [_Sighs and smiles_.

_Wild_. A thing I know you do not understand.

_Char_. Gued faith, and ya're i'th' right, Sir; yet 'tis a thing I's often hear ya gay men talk of.

_Wild_. Yes, and no doubt have been told those pretty Eyes inspired it.

_Char_. Gued deed, and so I have! Ya men make sa mickle ado about ens Eyes, ways me, I's ene tir'd with sick-like Complements.

_Wild_. Ah, if you give us wounds, we must complain.

_Char_. Ye may ene keep out a harms way then.

_Wild_. Oh, we cannot; or if we cou'd, we wou'd not.

_Char_. Marry, and I's have ene a Song tol that tune, Sir.

_Wild_. Dear Creature, let me beg it.

_Char_. Gued faith, ya shall not, Sir, I's sing without entreaty.

SONG.

_Ah, Jenny, gen your Eyes do kill, You'll let me tell my Pain; Gued Faith, I lov'd against my Will, But wad not break my Chain.

I ence was call'd a bonny Lad, Till that fair Face of yours Betray'd the Freedom ence I had, And ad my bleether Howers.

But noo ways me like Winter looks, My gloomy showering Eyne, And on the Banks of shaded Brooks I pa.s.s my wearied time.

I call the Stream that gleedeth on, To witness if it see, On all the flowry Brink along, A Swain so true as lee_.

_Wild_. This very Swain am I, so true and so forlorn, unless ye pity me.--This is an excellency _Charlot_ wants, at least I never heard her sing. [_Aside_.

Sir _Anth_. Why, _Charles_, where stands the Woman, _Charles_?

[Fop. _comes up to_ Charlot.

_Wild_. I must speak to _Galliard_, though all my Fortunes depend on the Discovery of my self. [_Aside_.

Sir _Anth_. Come, come, a cooling Gla.s.s about.

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