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He took a stick and at me run,
I took another—so begun,
And round the room did beat him well,
Until upon his knees he fell.
For ev’ry blow I gave him ten,
Ask’d—would he jealous be again?
No no, no no, my loving wife,
'If you will now but spare my life.'
The LOVER’S SUMMONS.
A Rise thou mistress of my heart,
and do not me disdain;
Come now and quickly take the part,
of me your conquer’d swain.
To you alone I am a slave,
there’s none on earth can cure
The flame that in my breast I have,
for you I do endure.
Come now dear nymph, & ease the smart,
of me your yielding swain,
My love for you now in my heart,
does constantly remain.
Now we in Hymen’s bands will wed,
our hearts united be therefore,
In love live without any dread,
in joys for evermore.
FINIS.
