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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dialogue In Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Jack._ Seest thou not yon farmer's son?<br>He hath stoln my love from me, alas!<br>What shall I do? I am undone;<br>My heart will ne'er be as it was.<br>O, but he gives her gay gold rings,<br>And tufted gloves [for] holiday,<br>And many other goodly things,<br>That hath stoln my love away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings<br>Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];<br>[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,<br>They should not carry the wench away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Jack._ But 'a dances wonders well,<br>And with his dances stole her love from me:<br>Yet she wont to say, I bore the bell<br>For dancing and for courtesy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Dick._ Fie, lusty younker, what do you here,<br>Not dancing on the green to-day?<br>For Pierce, the farmer's son, I fear,<br>Is like to carry your wench away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Jack._ Good Dick, bid them all come hither,<br>And tell Pierce from me beside,<br>That, if he thinks to have the wench,<br>Here he stands shall lie with the bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Dick._ Fie, Nan, why use thy old lover so,<br>For any other new-come guest?<br>Thou long time his love did know;<br>Why shouldst thou not use him best?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Nan._ Bonny Dick, I will not forsake<br>My bonny Rowland for any gold:<br>If he can dance as well as Pierce,<br>He shall have my heart in hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Pierce._ Why, then, my hearts, let's to this gear;<br>And by dancing I may won<br>My Nan, whose love I hold so dear<br>As any realm under the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Gentleman._ Then, gentles, ere I speed from hence,<br>I will be so bold to dance<br>A turn or two without offence;<br>For, as I was walking along by chance,<br>I was told you did agree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Friend._ 'Tis true, good sir; and this is she<br>Hopes your worship comes not to crave her;<br>For she hath lovers two or three,<br>And he that dances best must have her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Gentleman._ How say you, sweet, will you dance with me?<br>And you [shall] have both land and [hill];<br>My love shall want nor gold nor fee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Nan._ I thank you, sir, for your good will;<br>But one of these my love must be:<br>I'm but a homely country maid,<br>And far unfit for your degree;<br>[To dance with you I am afraid.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Friend._ Take her, good sir, by the hand,<br>As she is fairest: were she fairer,<br>By this dance, you shall understand,<br>He that can win her is like to wear her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Fool._ And saw you not [my] Nan to-day,<br>My mother's maid have you not seen?<br>My pretty Nan is gone away<br>To seek her love upon the green.<br>[I cannot see her 'mong so many:]<br>She shall have me, if she have any.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Nan._ Welcome, sweetheart, and welcome here,<br>Welcome, my [true] love, now to me.<br>This is my love [and my darling dear],<br>And that my husband [soon] must be.<br>And, boy, when thou com'st home, thou'lt see<br>Thou art as welcome home as he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Gentleman._ Why, how now, sweet Nan! I hope you jest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Nan._ No, by my troth, I love the fool the best:<br>And, if you be jealous, God give you good-night!<br>I fear you're a gelding, you caper so light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Gentleman._ I thought she had jested and meant but a fable,<br>But now do I see she hath play['d] with his bable.<br>I wish all my friends by me to take heed,<br>That a fool come not near you when you mean to speed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+Marlowe">Christopher Marlowe</a><div class=q>
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He hath stoln my love from me, alas!
What shall I do? I am undone;
My heart will ne'er be as it was.
O, but he gives her gay gold rings,
And tufted gloves [for] holiday,
And many other goodly things,
That h..."></div>
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