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TWO WELSH LOVERS
10 No comfort could she take at all,
to cure her inward smart: She thought it bootlesse to recall
the folly of her heart. It might haue greeu'd a man to see,
the case that she was in: My fond mistrust of him, quoth she,
thus makes me cry Due gwin.
11 Oh had I neuer seene mans face,
since my deere shepheard went: Then had I neuer knowne disgrace,
but liu'd still continent. Or if within some sacred cell,
I had included bin: I had remained constant still,
but now I cry Due gwin.
12 Thus hauing wept for her offence,
she sent vnto her swaine: Desiring that without offence,
she might his sight obtaine. At her request he went apace,
her husband not within: As soone as e're she saw his face,
she wept and cryde Due gwin.
13 What speeches past betweene these twaine
were needlesse here to tell: The Nymph imbrac'd and kist her Swain,
and all was wondrous well. He needs no elegance of phrase,
her fauour now to win, Her griefe was turn'd to fond loue plaies,
she cryde no more Due gwin.
14 Deare loue, quoth she, what's done & past,
I cannot now recant: Yet what I haue, while life doth last, my shepheard shall not want.