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A quip for a scornfull lasse. Or, three slips for a tester To the tune of Two slips for a tester.
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1627
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STC 20567.7; ESTC S124598
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A Quip for a scornfull Lasse Or Three slips for a Tester To the tune of Two slips for a Tester ALl you who haue heard How I did regard a peeuish disdainfull Lasse Who proud of her beauty Forgetting her duty did séeke to make me an asse Heare likewise my part Who haue in my heart resolu'd euermore to detest he Sith she was i' th fault I well may reuolt and giue her three slips for a tester There once a time was When I lou'd that lasse more deare then I did mine owne life And firmely was bent If she would consent with speed to haue made her my wife The foolish nice creature Lookt I should intreat her such madnesse and folly possest her No more I le be vext My humour is fixt I le giue her three slips for a tester As she was to me To her will I be for so all my friends doe aduise If I should her meet I would not her greet nor afford her a glance from my eies As I on the way Was walking one day to meet me straight way she addrest her Which I to preuent A contrary way went and gaue her three slips for a tester She came t'other day To the house where I lay to speake with me was her desire She said that she would See me if she could but I said I scorn'd to come nie her Yet thorow the glasse I peept on my Lasse good Lord how braue she had drest her In hope to allure But let her be sure I le giue her three slips for a tester She staid at the doore An houre and more to wait for my comming in sight At last I came to her But not like a wooer though once she was all my delight But that I was loath To infringe mine oath I had gone very near to haue kist her She seemed so faire I could hardly forbeare yet I gaue her three slips for a ttester What lacke you faire maid Vnto her I said or what is your errand with me She prayd me so come To her father at home to which I deny'd to agree And made a reply That neuer more I intended my mind to pester With any small thought That concerned me ought but to giue her three slips for a tester The second part To the same tune AT last I went with her And so both together did come where her father did dwell I wonder quoth he That we cannot you sée what haue you forsaken my Nel◠Your daughters too fine Quoth I to be mine therefore t is in vaine to molest her Yet take this from me I me as scornfull as she and I le giue her three slips for a tester Then she standing by Put finger t'th eye and sorely began to wéepe Sir quoth the old man Doe all what we can where loue cannot goe it will créep All this would not serue I still did reserue my vow I me glad that I mist her Thus I tooke my leaue And they all did perceiue I would giue her three slips for a tester Yet since at a Wedding Where she came a gadding among other maids of the towne She came to the boord Of her owne accord and close by me she sate downe Thought I this is strange To sée such a change I wisht that my tongue had a blister When I made that vow But I must kéep't now and giue her three slips for a tester It makes me to muse That she who did vse so much to reiect me before Should follow me so Where ere I doe goe yet she hath incens'd me so sore My heart is so hard I cannot regard her beauty which brightly doth glister I would haue had faine What now I disdaine I must giue her three slips for a tester If I had not sworne To hold her in scorne I would not so hardly deale with her Oh had she béene true As to louers is due ere this we had maried together For me she shall stay Yet néeds must I say that loue is a sore that will fester I pity her state But helpe is too late I must giue her three slips for a tester Let euery mayd Marke what I haue said and leaue off all scornfull disdaine Take leue while t is profferd And time while t is offerd or else you may wish for 't in vaine My loue when time was Did make me an asse and plaid vpon me like a Iester But the worst is her share I scorne to take care but I le giue her three slips for a tester FINIS Printed at London for F. Groue