Dick. Fie, Nan, why use thy old lover so,
For any other new-come guest?
Thou long time his love did know;
Why shouldst thou not use him best?

Nan. Bonny Dick, I will not forsake
My bonny Rowland for any gold:
If he can dance as well as Pierce,

He shall have my heart in hold.

Pierce. Why, then, my hearts, let's to this gear;
And by dancing I may won

My Nan, whose love I hold so dear

As any realm under the sun.

Gentleman. Then, gentles, ere I speed from hence,

I will be so bold to dance

A turn or two without offence;

For, as I was walking along by chance,

I was told you did agree.

Friend. 'Tis true, good sir; and this is she
Hopes your worship comes not to crave her;

For she hath lovers two or three,

And he that dances best must have her.

Gentleman. How say you, sweet, will you dance with me? And you [shall] have both land and [hill];

My love shall want nor gold nor fee.

Nan. I thank you, sir, for your good will;
But one of these my love must be:
I'm but a homely country maid,

And far unfit for your degree;

[To dance with you I am afraid.]

Friend. Take her, good sir, by the hand,
As she is fairest: were she fairer,

By this dance, you shall understand,
He that can win her is like to wear her.

Fool. And saw you not [my] Nan to-day,

My mother's maid have you not seen? My pretty Nan is gone away

To seek her love upon the green. [I cannot see her 'mong so many:] She shall have me, if she have any.

Nan. Welcome, sweetheart, and welcome here,
Welcome, my [true] love, now to me.
This is my love [and my darling dear],
And that my husband [soon] must be.
And, boy, when thou com'st home, thou❜lt see
Thou art as welcome home as he.

Gentleman. Why, how now, sweet Nan! I hope you jest.

Nan. No, by my troth, I love the fool the best:
And, if you be jealous, God give you good-night!
I fear you're a gelding, you caper so light.

Gentleman. I thought she had jested and meant but a fable, But now do I see she hath play[d] with his bable.

I wish all my friends by me to take heed,

That a fool come not near you when you mean to speed.

The true Tragedie of Richard Duke of Yorke

and the death of

GOOD KING HENRIE THE SIXT,

with the whole contention betweene

the two Houses Lancaster and Yorke, as it was sundrie times acted by the Right Honourable the Earle of Pembrooke

his seruants.

Printed at London by P. S. for Thomas Millington, and are to be sold at his shoppe under

Saint Peters Church in

Cornwal. 1595.