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on a summer’s morning,

When bright Phoebus was adorning

Every bower with its beams,

The fair lady came, it seems.

At the bottom of thothe [sic] mountain,

Near a pleasant crystal fountain,

There she left her gilded coach,

While the grove she did approach.

Cover'd with her mask, and walking,

There shoshe [sic] met 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 resolves to try my talent;

Who he is I cannot say.

But I hope to show him play.

It is I that did invitoinvite [sic] you,

You shall wed me, or I'll fight you,

Underneath those spreading trees,

Therefore choose you which you please.

You shall find I do not vapour,

I have brought my trusty rapier,

Therefore takotake [sic] your choice, says she,

Either fight or marry me.