Page:Weather-beaten sodger, or, the Burgo-Master of Venice.pdf/4

[4] The soldier heard the whole design,

Thought he, The pleasure shall be mine,

And thereupon he went before,

To the young Lady’s chamber-door.

He knock’d, and soon she let him in,

A pleasant game did then begin,

And ere an hour’s time it was past,

Her love the ’Squire did come at last,

He knock’d, Who's there? the Lady cry'd,

The soldier lying by her side,

Said, it’s the ragged fellow sure,

Who seem’d as if he slept secure.

He heard us and is come to have

That pleasure which cur love did crave;

But it’s in vain, I will arise

And dash the piss-pot in his eyes.

Accordingly, in woful cafe,

He dash'd it in the ’Squire’s face;

Away he goes, and nothing-said,

Supposing it had been the maid.

She laughed at the pleasant jest,

And gave him then among the rest,

A diamond ring with kisses sweet,

But did not understand the cheat.

Then he arose and went his way,

Behold on the succeeding day,

Upon the right hand the ring she spy’d,

Pray where had you the same, she cry’d.

He answer'd then, and thus he said,

Pray be not in the least dismay’d;

For you was loving, kind, and free

Last night, and gave the same to me.

O bless me, Did I ly with you!

Since it is so, I pray be true;