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University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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The two Constant Lovers. Or,
A patterne of true Love exprest in this loving Dialogue betweene
Samuell and Sara. To a pleasant new tune.

AS I by chance was walking,
on a Summers day,
I heard two Lovers talking,
and thus they did say:
With a mournfull Ditty,
she began her tale,
Which movd my heart with pitty,
her for to bewaile.

Sara.
My love I have desired,
for to speake with you,
My heart within was fired,
untill that I know:
Whether you were living,
in good health or no,
My heart it was grieved,
untill I did know.

Samuell.
What sweet heart what ails thee,
thus for to complaine,
Let not ill befall thee,
thou shalt me obtaine:
Though I were absented,
from thee for a space,
Ile not be prevented
of thy comely face.

Sara.
Samuell my owne Sweeting,
I to thee must tell,
In a heavie greeting,
what hath us befell:
My friends do grudge and murmur,
and to me they say;
That wee must part a sunder,
or else theyl thee destroy.

Samuel. My Love be not grieved,
though thy friends doe frowne:
Thou shalt be relieved.
none shall put thee downe:
I for thy sweet favour,
will adventure much,
Though thy friends and Brother,
doe against me grutch.

Sara. O my own deare Sweeting,
I am grievd in heart,
That I give thee such greeting,
for to breed thy smart:
Barnwell my owne Brother,
Captaine being he,
Sweares that of all other,
killed thou shalt be.

The Second Part.

Samuell.
SAra be not fearfull,
though thy Brother sweare;
Of thy selfe be carefull,
I no man doe feare:
What care I for Barnwell,
though he a Captaine be,
He shall find that Samuell,
is as good as he.

Sara.
O my loving Samuell,
looke where he doth doe,
Tis my brother Barnwell,
now begins our woe:
Would that we together
had not met this day.
O my Judas brother,
will my life bewray.

Now comes Captain Barnwell,
to these Lovers twaine,
And made count that Samuell,
he could soone have slaine:
But it provd contrary
to his bloody mind,
In the sight of Sara,
conquest he resignd.

Then said he to Samuell,
what doe you make here?
Im with my sweet-heart Sara,
put her not in feare:
Barnwell in a fury
swore he would prevent,

His owne sister Sara,
of her hearts content.

Sara.
O my Brother Barnwell,
let me you intreat,
Not to wrong my Samuell,
in your bloody heat:
He had nere offended
you at any time,
Let me be condemned,
save his life take mine.

I sayes Captain Barnwell,
Sara thou shalt see,
Then he calld to Samuell,
come and answer me:
I thy death hath vowed,
ere I further goe;
Then sweet Sara bowed,
saying doe not so.

Samuell.
Samuel being heedfull,
of his tyranny;
Sayes Sara be not fearfull,
thou anon shalt see:
Though thy Brother Barnwel,
vow my life to spill,
Thou shalt see that Samuel,
hath both strength and skill.

Now these words being spoken,
they to Weapons goe,
Samuel gave him a token,
with a dreadfull blow:

And withall inclosed,
with his Enemy,
Then Barnwell he supposed,
that himselfe should dye.

Then sayes loving Samuel,
are you now content?
I sayes Captain Barnwell,
and withall consent,
That my Sister Sara
shall be made thy wife;
So thou wilt but spare me
and not take my life.

Thus in place they ceased
for the present time,
Sara much was eased
of her troubled mind:
And enjoyd her Samuell,
to her hearts content,
And her Brother Barnwel,
gave his free consent.

Now these Lovers twaine
live in joy and peace,
Pray heaven upon them raine
plenty and increase:
And to all true Lovers,
wheresoer they be,
Aid them with thy favour,
that have such Constancy.


FINIS.
LONDON Printed for Fr. Cole[s]
T. Vere, and W. Gilberson.

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