[...] sweetest Margerie, AND
Margery her singing loath to depart,
Being very unwilling to leave her sweet-heart.
To the tune of, Ile goe through the World with thee.
Man?
SWeet Margery I am prest to the Sea,
with Gold and Silver in my hand:
I come to take my leave of thee,
and bid adieu to faire England.
Maid.
But wilt thou be gone my Hony sweet,
and must I loose thy Company,
Me thinkes for thee it is not meet,
to leave thy dearest Margery.
Man.
Sweet Margery I must needs be gone,
alas there is no remedy:
But be I in company or alone,
Ile never forget my Margery.
Maid.
I would thou could'st thy Voyage excuse,
for I am loath to part from thee.
When thy swéet presence I do loose;
I shall be a sorrowfull Margerie.
Man.
I prethee be not grieved so,
but take my absence patiently,
For wheresoever I come or go,
my heart remaines with Margery.
Maid.
A Bird in the hand's worth 2 in the bush,
and when thou once art gone from me:
I doubt thou wilt not care a rush,
what doth become of thy Margerie.
Man.
I prethée don't conjecture thus,
nor question my true constancy,
The Gordian Knot which tyeth us;
Ile never breake from my Margery.
Maid.
Well, if I thought thou would'st prove true,
and beare a faithfull heart to me:
To Sorrowes I would bid adieu,
as thou tak'st leave of thy Margery.
Man.
Do not mis-doubt my love at all,
nor vex thy head with jealousie,
What chance soever doth befall,
ile never forsake my Margerie.
Maid.
Excuse if I judged wrong,
it is my tender love to thée,
Least when thou hast bin absent long,
thou might forget thy Margerie,
Man.
That can I never for my life,
for I am thine untill I dye:
And if I ever do marry a wife,
it shall be my sweet Margery.
Maid,
I prethée do that before we part,
that joyfull day might I but sée,
'T would set all sorrowes from my heart,
and none so blithe as Margerie.
Man.
BE not so hasty rather stay,
for at this time it cannot bee,
I must aboard this present day,
and leave my sweetest Margerie.
Maid.
Then take front me a parting-kisse,
this poynt about thine arms Ile tye.
And when thou look'st upon thy wrist.
then thinke upon thy Margery,
Man.
This poynt I will esteeme more deare,
then all the jewells I shall see:
Pluck up thy heart and be of good cheare,
till I returne to my Margerie.
Maid.
When you do walke in the Spanish street,
and many Gallants passe you by,
Your Chamber decks and Musick sweet,
then you'le for get your Margerie.
Man.
I prethee harpe not on that string,
these words doth touch my heart full nye.
For I esteeme no worldly thing,
so much as I do sweet Margery,
Maid.
Sweet-Love forgive that word unkind,
'twas spoke thy patience but to try,
For I am perswaded in my mind,
thou lov'st no Lasse but Margerie.
Man.
I have seven Ships upon the Sea,
and all are laden to the brim,
I am so inflam'd with Love of thee,
I care not whether they sinke or swim.
Maid.
Henceforth ile ne're mistrust thee more.
nor question thy true Loyallty,
Where ever thou art on Sea or Shore,
thou'lt thinke upon thy Margery.
Man▪
If any Knight or Gentleman,
do passe tho Seas to my Country,
Ile write a Letter with mine owne hand,
and send it safe to Margery.
Maid.
O, how I shall that Letter kisse.
so soone as ever I it spie,
It would present a world of blisse.
unto thy loving Margery.
Man.
Margery ile a gallant prove,
and for thy sake my valour try,
Though all my kin seeke to remove,
my thoughts from my sweet Margery.
Maid.
If I had wisht before I had kist,
that love had bin so deare to win,
My heart I would, have clos'd in gold,
and pin'd it with a silver pin.
Man.
The time sweet Margery calls a way,
I now must leave thy company:
For time and tide for none will stay.
once more farewell sweet Margery.
maid.
Once more Ile kisse thy sugured lips,
and take thy absents patiently:
Heaven prosper thee and thy seven Ships.
and send thee safe to Margery.
Finis.
Printed at London by J. H. for Francis Coles, dwelling in the Old-Bailey.