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 He. By Phœbus, by Jove, By Honour; by Love, I'll do ye dear sweet no harm, Y're as fresh as a Rose, I want one of those, Ah how such a Wife would charm, Ah how such a Wife would charm.

She. And can you then like the old Rule, Be Conjugal, honest, and dull, And marry, and look like a Fool, For I must be plain, All Tricks are in vain, There's nothing can gain The Thing you'd obtain, But moving, and proving, By Wedding, true Loving, My lesson I learnt at School.

He. I'll do't by this Hand, I've Houses, I've Land, Estate too in good Free-hold, My Dear, let us joyn, It all shall be thine, Besides a good Purse of Gold.

She. You make me to blush, now I vow, Oh Lord, shall I too baulk my Cow, But since the late Oath you have swore, Your Soul shall not be, In danger for me, I'll rather agree, Of two to make three, We'll Wed, and we'll Bed, There's no more to be said, And I'll ne'er go a Milking more.