The Sea-mans leave taken of his sweetest Margery. AND
Margery her singing loath to depart,
Being very unwilling to leave her Sweet-heart.
To the tune of. I'll goe through the world with thee.
Man.
SWéet Margery I am prest to the Sea,
with Gold and Silver in my hand:
I come to take my leave of thée,
and bid adieu to faire England.
Maid.
But wilt thou be gone my Honey swéet,
and must I lose thy company:
Me thinks for thée it is not méet,
to leave thy dearest Margery.
Man.
Swéet Margery I Must néeds be gone,
alas there is no remedy:
But be I in company, or alone,
I'le not forget my Margery.
Maid.
I would thou couldst my voyage excuse,
for I am loath to part from thée:
When thy swéet presence I doe lose.
I shall be a sorrowfull Margery.
Man.
I prethée be not grieved so,
but take my absence patiently;
For wheresoever I come or goe;
my heart remains with Margery.
Maid.
A bird in hand's worth two in the bush,
and when thou are once gone from me;
I doubt thou will not care a rush,
what will become of thy Margery.
Man.
I prethée doe not conjecture thus,
nor question my true Constancy;
The Gordian knot which tyeth us,
I'le ne're breake from my Margery.
Maid.
Well if I thought thou wouldst prove true
and beare a faithfull heart to me:
To sorrow I should bid adieu,
as thou tak'st leave of thy Margery.
Man.
Doe not misdoubt my love at all,
nor vex thy head with jealousie:
What chance soever me befall,
I'le never forsake my Margery.
Maid.
Excuse me if I judged wrong,
it is my tender love to thée;
Least when thou hast béen absent long,
thou might forget thy Margery.
Man.
That can I never for my life,
for I am thine untill I dye;
And if I ever marry a wife,
it shall be my swéet Margery.
Maid.
I prethée doe that before we part,
that joyfull day I might but see;
'Twould put all sorrows from my heart,
and none so blith as Margery.
The second Part.
To the same tune.
ICH · DIEN
Man.
Be not s hasty, rather stay,
for at this time it cannot be;
I must abord this present day,
and leave my swéetest Margery.
Maid.
Then take from me a parting kisse,
this Point about thine arme I'le tye;
And when thou look'st upon thy wrist,
then thinke upon thy Margery.
Man.
This Point I will estéeme more deare,
then all the Jewels I shall see;
Pluck up thy heart and be of good cheare,
till I returne to my Margery.
Maid.
When you doe walke in the Spanish stréet
and many Gallants passe you by;
Your Chamber docks and musick sweet,
then you'l forget your Margery.
Man.
I prethee harpe not on that string,
these words doe touch my heart full nigh
For I esteeme no earthly thing,
so much as I doe sweet Margery.
Maid.
Sweet Lave forget that word Unkind,
'twas spoke thy Patience but to try;
For I am perswaded in my mind,
thou lov [...]st no Lasse but Margery.
Man.
I have seaven Ships upon the Sea,
and are all laden to the brim;
I am so inflam'd with love to thee
I care not whether they sinke or swim.
Maid.
Hencdforth I'le ne're mistrust thee more,
nor question thy true loyalty;
Where ever thou art on Sea or Shore,
thou'lt thinke upon thy Margery.
Man.
If any Knight or Gentleman,
doe passe the Seas to my Country;
I'le write a Letter with my owne hand,
and send it to my Margery.
Maid.
O how shall I that Letter kisse,
so soone as ever I it spy;
It would present a world of blisse
unto thy loving Margery.
Man.
Margery I'le a Gallant prove,
and for t [...]y sake my valsur try:
Though all my kin seeke to remove
my thoughts from my sweet Margery.
Maid.
If I had wist before I had kist,
that Love had been so deare to win;
My heart I would have close'd in Gold,
and pinn'd it with a Silver pin.
Man.
The time sweet Margery calls away,
I now must leave thy company;
For time and Tide for none will stay,
once more farewell sweet Margery.
Maid.
Once more I'le kisse thy sugred Lips,
and take thy absence patiently;
Heaven prosper thee, and thy seven Ships,
and send thee safe to Margery.
FINIS.
London, Printed for Francis Coles.