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OR, CUPIDS TRIUMPH. 313 |
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" God give you good of your gold," she said,
" And ever God give you good of your fee, so
Tom Pots was the first love that ever I had, And I do mean him the last to be."
With that Lord Phenix soon was mov'd ;
Towards the lady did he threat; He told her father, and so it was prov'd, 35
How his [fair] daughters mind was set.
" O daughter dear, thou art my own,
The heir of all my lands to be ; Thou shalt be bride to the Lord Phenix,
If that thou mean to be heir to me." «
" 0 father dear, I am your own,
And at your command I needs must be,
But bind my body to whom you please, My heart, Tom Pots, shall go with thee."
Alas! the lady her fondness must leave, «
And all her foolish wooing lay aside;
The time is come her friends have appointed, That she must be Lord Phenix bride.
With that the lady began to weep ;
She knew not well then what to say, 50
How she might Lord Phenix deny,
And escape from marriage quite away.
She call'd unto her little foot-page,
Saying, " I can trust none but thee; Go carry Tom Pots this letter fair, as
And bid him on Guildford-green meet me: |
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