A pleasant Comedie of the two
As our thoughts change, with true fac'd passion,
Of modest maidenhead, I could adorne me,
And to your question, make a sober cursie,
And with close clipt ciuility be silent,
Or els say no forsooth, or I forsooth,
If I said no forsooth, I lyed forsooth,
To lye vpon my selfe were deadly sinne,
Therefore I will speake truth and shame the diuell,
Father, when first I heard you name a husband,
At that same very name, my spirits quickned,
Dispaire before had kild them, they were dead,
Because it was my hap so long to tarry,
I was perswaded I should neuer marry.
And sitting sowing thus vpon the ground,
I fell in traunce of meditation,
But comming to my selfe, O Lord said I,
Shall it be so, must I vnmarried dye?
And being angry Father, farther said,
Now by saint Anne, I will not dye a maide,
Good faith before I came to this ripe groath,
I did accuse the labouring time of sloath,
Me thought the yeere did run but slow about,
For I thought each yeare ten I was without,
Being foureteene, and toward the other yeare:
Good Lord thought I, fifteene will nere be heere,
For I haue heard my mother say, that then
Prittie maides, were fit for handsome men,
Fifteene past, sixeteene and seuenteene too,
What, thought I, will not this husband do?
Will no man marry me, haue men forsworne,
Such beauty and such youth? shall youth be worne
As rich mens gownes, more with age then vse?
Why then I let restained fansie loose,
And bad it gaze for pleasure: then loue swore me
To doe what ere my mother did before me,
Yet in good faith, I was very loath,
But now it lyes in you to saue my oath:
If I shall haue a husband, get him quickly,
Of modest maidenhead, I could adorne me,
And to your question, make a sober cursie,
And with close clipt ciuility be silent,
Or els say no forsooth, or I forsooth,
If I said no forsooth, I lyed forsooth,
To lye vpon my selfe were deadly sinne,
Therefore I will speake truth and shame the diuell,
Father, when first I heard you name a husband,
At that same very name, my spirits quickned,
Dispaire before had kild them, they were dead,
Because it was my hap so long to tarry,
I was perswaded I should neuer marry.
And sitting sowing thus vpon the ground,
I fell in traunce of meditation,
But comming to my selfe, O Lord said I,
Shall it be so, must I vnmarried dye?
And being angry Father, farther said,
Now by saint Anne, I will not dye a maide,
Good faith before I came to this ripe groath,
I did accuse the labouring time of sloath,
Me thought the yeere did run but slow about,
For I thought each yeare ten I was without,
Being foureteene, and toward the other yeare:
Good Lord thought I, fifteene will nere be heere,
For I haue heard my mother say, that then
Prittie maides, were fit for handsome men,
Fifteene past, sixeteene and seuenteene too,
What, thought I, will not this husband do?
Will no man marry me, haue men forsworne,
Such beauty and such youth? shall youth be worne
As rich mens gownes, more with age then vse?
Why then I let restained fansie loose,
And bad it gaze for pleasure: then loue swore me
To doe what ere my mother did before me,
Yet in good faith, I was very loath,
But now it lyes in you to saue my oath:
If I shall haue a husband, get him quickly,
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