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 While his heart was melancholy,

Said the steward, brisk and jolly,

Tell me, friend, how you came here?

You have some design, I fear.

He reply'd, dear loving master,

You shall meet with no disaster,

Through my means, in any case--

Madam brought me to this place.

Then the steward did retire,

Saying, that he would enquire,

Whether it was true or no:

Never was love hamper'd so.

Now the lady who had fill'd him

With those fears, full well beheld him

From a window, where she drest,

Pleased at the pleasant jest.

When she had herself attir'd,

In rich robes to be admir'd,

ShoShe [sic] appeared in his sight,

Like a moving angel bright.

Sir, my servants havohave [sic] related,

How you have some hours waited

In my parlour-tell mome [sic] who

In my housohouse [sic] you ever knew.

Madam, if I have offended,

It is more than I intended;

A young lady brought me here--

That is true, said she, my dear.

I can be no longer cruel

To my joy and only jewel,