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Then lie still with one, I'd rather have none,
Nor I love, nor am lov'd, nor have loved.
Dam. My beauteous Bell, who Stars do excel,
See mine Eyes never dry, but do wet me,
Some comfort unbuckle, my sweet Honysuckle,
Come away, do not stay, I entreat thee.
Delay would undo me, hye quickly unto me,
This River will never suspect us,
This Place it is private, 'tis Folly to drive it,
Love's Spies have no Eyes to detect us.
Bell. Come on, Damætus, ripe Age doth
fit us,
Take aside thy naked Bride, and enjoy her,
So thou cull thy Sweeting, let Flocks fall a bleating,
My Maids Weed on thy Mead I'll bestow there.
Thus I love thee, so do thou love me,
The Yoke is so sweet, I approve it,
To lie still with one, is better than none,
I do love, I am lov'd, and have lov'd it.
The END.
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