The Hasty Bridegroom. OR, The rarest sport that hath been try'd, Between a lusty Bride-groom and his Bride.
To the Tune of, Bass his Carrier or, Bow-Bells.
COme from the Temple away to the Bed,
as the Merchant transports some his treasure
Be not so coy Lady since we are wed,
'tis no sin to take of the pleasure.
then come let us be
blith merry and free,
Vpon my life all the waiters are gone,
and 'tis so,
that they know,
where you go,
say not so,
For I mean to make bold with my own
What is it to me though our hands joyned be;
if our bodies be still kept asunder,
Shall it be said, there goes a marry'd Maid,
indeed we will have no such wonder;
therefore lets imbrace,
there's none sees thy face,
The Bride-Maids that waited are gone;
none can spy,
how you lye,
ne'er deny,
but say I,
For I mean to make bold with my own.
Then come let us kiss, and taste of that bliss,
which brave Lords and Ladies injoy'd;
If Maidens should be of the humour of thee;
Generations would soon be destroy'd;
then where were these joys,
the Girls and the Boys,
Would'st live in the World all alone,
don't destroy,
but enjoy,
seem not coy,
for a toy:
For indeed I'll make bold with my own.
SWeet love do not frown, but pull off thy gown
'tis a Garment unfit for the night,
Some say that black hath a relishing smack,
I had rather be dealing in white,
then be not afraid,
for you are not betray'd,
Since we are together alone,
I invite
you this night,
to do right,
my delight,
Is forthwith to make use of my own.
Prithee begin, don't delay, but unpin,
for my humour I cannot prevent it,
You are strait lac'd, and your Gorgets so fast,
undo it, or I straight will rend it,
or to end all the strife,
I'll cut it with my knife,
'Tis too long to stay till 'tis undone,
Let thy waste,
Be unlac'd,
And in haste,
Be embrac'd,
For I do long to make bold with my own.
Feel with your hand, how you make me stand,
even ready to starve in the cold,
Oh why should'st thou be, so hard-hearted to me,
that loves thee more dear than gold,
And as thou hast been.
Like fair Venus the Queen,
Most pleasant in thy parts every one,
let me find,
that thy mind
Is inclin'd,
to be kind,
So that I may make bold with my own.
As thou are fair, and more sweet than the air,
that dallies on Iuly's brave Roses:
Now let me be, to that Gardens key,
that the flowers of Virgins incloses,
and I will not be,
too rough unto thee,
For my nature unto boldness is prone,
Do no less,
then undress,
and unlace,
all a pace,
For this night I'll make use with my own,
When I have found thee temperate and sound,
thy sweet breast I will make for my Pillow,
'Tis pity that we which newly Marries be,
should be forced to weer the green Willow,
We shall be blest,
and live sweetly at rest,
Now we are united in one;
With content,
And consent,
I am bent,
My intent,
Is this Night to make bold with my own.
The Ladies loving reply.
WElcome dear love, all the powers above,
are well pleased at our happy meeting,
The Heavens have decreed, & the Earth [...] agreed,
that I should imbrace my own sweeting,
at bed and at board,
both in deed and in word,
My affection to thee shall be shown:
Thou are mine,
I am thine,
Let us joyn,
And combine,
I'll not bar thee from what is thy own.
Out Bride-beds made, thou shalt be my comrade,
for to lodge in my arms all the night,
Where thou shalt enjoy, being free from annoy;
all the sports wherein love takes delight,
Out Mirth shall be crown'd,
and our triumph renown'd,
Then Sweet-heart let thy valour be shown,
Take thy fill,
Do thy will,
Vse thy skill,
Welcome still,
Why shouldst thou not make bold with thy won.
The Bridegroom and Bride, with much joy on each side,
then together to bed they did go,
But what they did there, I did neither see nor hear,
nor I do not desire to know,
But by Cupids aid.
They being well laid,
They made sport by themselves all alone,
Being plac'd,
And unlac'd,
He unceas'd,
She imbrac'd,
Then he stoutly made bold with his own.