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 ( 3 ) I nothing want, for to delight my ſoul, but theſe ſweet charms of thine, Our hearts are fix'd, therefore my dear, like the turtle dove let us combine. Let me embrace my heart's delight, within this pleaſant bower here, This bank of violets for our bed. faded with theſe ſweet roſes fair. She ſaid, What'can you mean, I pray? I am a noble Lady born, What ſignifies my beauty bright, that's a trifle when my honour's gone. My Parents they will me diſdain, young Virgins they will me deride, Oh! do not prove my overthrow, if you love me ſtay till I'm your bride. Sweet-angel-bright, I here do vow , by all the Powers that are divine, I'll ne'er forſake my deareſt dear, you're the girl that doth my heart confine: And if you will me ſtill deny. this ſword shall quickly end my woe, Then from her arms he flew ſtraightway, in fury our his ſword he drew. Her bands as white as-lilies fair, moſt dreadfully the there did wring; She ſaid, My death's approaching near, ſhould I take pity and comfort him, It only brings my fatal fa!!, it's I that muſt receive the wound: