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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Discourse betweene
A Souldier and his Love.
Shewing that she did beare a faithfull minde,
For Land nor Sea could make her stay behinde.
To the tune of Upon a Summer time.

Souldier.
M Y dearest deare adue,
since that I needs must goe
My Fortunes to pursue
against some Forraine Foe.
Being that it is so,
I pray thee patient be,
And doe not kilt thy Coat,
to goe along with me.

Pegge.
Alas my dearest heart,
if that thou leave me here,
Death kills me with his dart,
as plainly may appeare.
For sorrow griefe and smart,
will quickly make me dye,
Therefore Ile kilt my Coat,
and goe along with thee.

Souldier.
Over the dangerous Seas,
whereto I must repaire,
Will breed thee some disease,
and change thy colour faire.
Therefore my Love forbeare,
and well advised bee,
And doe not kilt thy Coat
to goe along with mee.

Pegge.
Theres nothing can withstand,
a willing settled minde:
There neither Sea nor Land,
shall make me stay behind.
I thinke I were unkind,
to leave thy company:
Nay I will kilt my Coat
and goe along with thee.

Souldier.
Sweet-heart let me perswade,
that thou wilt stay at home,
And marke what shall be said
as all to passe will come.
When we have past the Seas,
and come unto the Land,
Against our Enemies,
in Armour we must stand.

Pegge.
Well I for one will stand,
whilst that my life doth last,
And fight with heart and hand,
till dangers are ore past.
And then I will releive
thee in extremity,
Therefore Ile kilt my Coat,
and goe along with thee.

The second part to same tune.

Souldier.
T O lye in open fields,
in time of Frost and Snow,
Without or house or shields,
where bitter blasts doe blow.
It will thy body change,
my deare I tell to thee:
Then doe not kilt thy Coat,
to goe along with me.

Pegge.
Sweet-heart I doe suppose,
all that you say is true,
I am as sure a choyce,
as I appeare to you.
I thinke I were unkind
to leave thy company,
Therefore Ile kilt my Coat
and goe along with thee.

Souldier.
It is a dangerous thing,
my sweet, my faire, my deare,
To heare the Cannons ring,
like thunder in the ayre.
The sword, the Pike, the Speare,
the dreadfull enemie:
Will much affright thy Coat
to goe along with me.

Pegge.
I will lay all aside,
what ever may befall,
Whatsoever doth betide
Ile verture life and all.
The matter were but small,
though for thy sake I dye,
Therefore Ill kilt my Coat,
and goe along with thee.

Souldier.
My griefes would still abound,
if I should see thee want,
Thy cries would still resound,
and make my heart to pant.
Sweet-heart let not thy mind,
be bent unto the sea.
Nor doe not kilt thy Coat
to goe along with me.

Pegge.
Why, doe thou not despaire,
nor trouble so thy mind:
Howsoever I doe fare
Ile take it as I find.
And I will thee comfort
in middest of thy woe:
Then doe not say no more,
but yeeld that I may goe.

Souldier.
Then welcome with my heart
seeing thou wilt goe with me
Thou playest as kinde a part
as did Penelope,
Thou comfortst all my woes,
Ile have thy company:
Therefore love kilt thy Coat
and goe along with me.

No Turtle to her mate,
could ever be more true,
For she with fortunes fate,
all dangers did pursue
She ventures love and life,
most like a lover true:
God send me such a wife,
and so kind hearts adue.


Printed at London for F. Coules.

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