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( 5 ) At the bottom of a mountain.

Wear a pleaſant chryſtal fountain,

There ſhe left her gilded coach,

While the prove ſhe did approach.

Cover'd with a maſk and walking,

There ſhe found her lover talking

With a friend that he had brought,

Straight ſhe aſk'd him who he ſought?

) I am challeng'd by a gallant,

Who relives to try my talent:

What he is I cannot ſay.

But I hope to ſhew him play.

) It is I that did invite you;

You ſhall wed me or I'll fight you;

Underneath theſe ſpreading trees,

Therefore chuſe you which you pleaſe,

You ſhall find I do not vapour,

I have brought my truſty rapier,

Therefore take your choice, ſays ſhe,

Either to fight or marry me

Said he Madam, pray, what mean ye

In my life I ne'er had ſeen ye;

Pray umaſk your viſage ſhow,

Then I'll tell you I or no,

) I will not my face uncover,

Till the marriage rites are over:

Therefore now chooſe which you will

Wed me ſir or try your ſkill.

Step within that pleaſant bower,

With your friend one ſingle hour;

Strive your thoughts to reconcile,

And I'll wander here the while,