_Hub._ Kiss again then;
By Heaven 'tis she.
_Jac._ O what a joy he brings me!
_Hub._ You are not _Minche_?
_Jac._ Yes, pretty Gentleman,
And I must be marry'd to morrow to a Capper.
_Hub._ Must ye my Sweet, and does the Capper love ye?
_Jac._ Yes, yes, he'I give me pie, and look in mine eyes thus.
'Tis he: 'tis my dear Love: O blest Fortune.
_Hub._ How fain she would conceal her self, yet shew it!
Will you love me, and leave that man? I'll serve.
_Jac._ O I shall lose my self!
_Hub._ I'll wait upon you,
And make you dainty Nose-gays.
_Jac._ And where will you stick 'em?
_Hub._ Here in [thy] bosom, Sweet, and make a crown of Lilies
For your fair head.
_Jac._ And will you love me deed-law?
_Hub._ With all my Heart.
_Jac._ Call me to morrow then,
And we'll have brave chear, and go to Church together:
Give you good ev'n Sir.
_Hub._ But one word fair _Minche_.
_Jac._ I must be gone a milking.
_Hub._ Ye shall presently.
Did you never hear of a young maid called _Jaculin_?
_Jac._ I am discover'd; hark in your ear, I'll tell ye:
You must not know me, kiss and be constant ever.
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