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" And since I have thee found
As good as thy word to be, A homely supper, ere we part,
Thou shalt take here with me."
" O pardon me," quoth I, e
" Fair mistress, I you pray; For why, out of my master's house
So long I dare not stay."
" Alas, good sir," she said,
" Are you so strictly ty'd, 70
You may not with your dearest friend
One hour or two abide ?
" Faith, then the case is hard;
If it be so," quoth she, " I would I were a prentice bound, 75
To live along with thee.
" Therefore, my dearest George,
List well what I shall say, And do not blame a woman much,
Her fancy to bewray. s«
" Let not affection's force
Be counted lewd desire; Nor think it not immodesty,
I should thy love require."
With that she turn'd aside, w
And with a blushing red, A mournful motion she bewray'd
By hanging down her head.