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I partly have a guess of yonder Gentleman, His name is Master Golding as I take it. Golding I am, and thine sweet fair I am, And yet not thine, but a most wretched man, Thou know'st my cause of grief, my wound of woe: And knowing it, why wilt thou see it so? Put salves of comfort to my griefs unrest, So mayst thou heal my sore of heaviness. Hark you fair maid, are you a Surgeon? I prithee give my brother Anthony Somewhat to heal the love sore of his mind, And yet 'tis pity that he should have help: A man as free as air, or the suns rays, As boundless in his function as the heavens, The male and better part of flesh and blood, In whom was powered the quintessence of reason, To wrong the adoration of his Maker, By worshipping a wanton female skirt, And making Love his Idol: fie dotard, fie, I am ashamed of this apostasy, I'll talk with her to hinder his complaints. Phillis, a word in private ere you go, I love ye sweet. Sour, it may be so. Sour, and sweet; faith that doth scarce agree. Two contraries, and so be we. A plague on this courting, come, we'll make an end. I am sorry for it since you seem my friend. ay, but thou canst not weep. Then had I a hard heart. How say you? come brother, now to your part. At your direction: no, this merry glee, (Good brother) sorts not with my melancholy, Love covets private conference, so my sorrow, Craveth your absence which I fain would borrow. No marvel than we say that love is blind, If it still revel in obscurity, I will depart I will not hinder love, I'll wash my hands fare well sweet turtle dove. I'faith your brother is a proper man. What's your will with me. even what you please. Did you not call me back? Not, to my knowledge. No, 'sblood somewhat did, farewell, farewell. He is a very very proper man. I am in haste pray urge me not to stay. The man doth dote pray God he hits his way. Fore God there's not a maid in all this town, Should sooner win me, but my business calls me, Give me thy hand, next time I meet with thee, Lesser entreaty shall woo my company. I'faith i'faith. I'faith, this was the hand, what means my blood, Do I not blush, nor look extremely pale? Is not my head afire, my eyes nor heart? Ha, art thou here? I feel thee love i'faith, By this light, well via farewell, farewell. Now he is gone, and we in private talk, Say, wilt thou grant me love, wilt thou be mine? For all the interest in my love is thine.
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I partly haue a guesse of yonder Gentleman, His name is Maister Golding as I take it. Golding I am, and thine sweete faire I am, And yet not thine, but a most wretched man, Thou knowst my cause of griefe, my wound of woe: And knowing it, why wilt thou see it so? Put salues of comfort to my griefes vnrest, So maist thou heale my sore of heauinesse. Hearke you faire maide, are you a Surgeon? I prethee giue my brother Anthony Somewhat to heale the loue sore of his mind, And yet tis pitty that he should haue help: A man as free as aire, or the Sunnes raies, As boundlesse in his function as the heauens, The male and better part of flesh and blood, In whom was powrde the quintessence of reason, To wrong the adoration of his Maker, By worshipping a wanton female skirt, And making Loue his Idoll: fie dotard, fie, I am ashamde of this apostacie, Ile talke with her to hinder his complaints. Phillis, a word in priuate ere you goe, I loue yee sweete. Sowre, it may be so. Sowre, and sweete; faith that doth scarce agree. Two contraries, and so be we. A plague on this courting, come, weele make an end. I am sory for it since you seeme my friend. I, but thou canst not weepe. Then had I a hard heart. How say you? come brother, now to your part. At your direction: no, this merry glee, (Good brother) sortes not with my melancholie, Loue couets priuate conference, so my sorrow, Craueth your absence which I faine would borrow. No maruell then we say that loue is blind, If it still reuell in obscurity, I will depart I will not hinder loue, Ile wash my handes fare well sweet turtle doue. Yfaith your brother is a proper man. Whats your will with me. Euen what you please. Did you not call me backe? Not, to my knowledge. No, sbloud somewhat did, farewell, farewell. He is a very very proper man. I am in haste pray vrge me not to stay. The man doth dote pray God he hits his way. Fore God ther's not a maide in all this towne, Should sooner winne me, but my busines calls me, Giue me thy hand, next time I meete with thee, Lesser intreaty shall wooe my company. Yfaith yfaith. Yfaith, this was the hand, what meanes my bloud, Doe I not blush, nor looke extreamely pale? Is not my head a fire, my eyes nor heart? Ha, art thou here? I feele thee loue I faith, By this light, well via farewell, farewell. Now he is gonne, and we in priuate talke, Say, wilt thou graunt me loue, wilt thou be mine? For all the interest in my loue is thine.