Classic Poem

" M ARGRETT , my sweetest margett! I must goe!
most dere to mee tha t neuer may be soe;
as ffortune willes, I cannott itt deny. "
" then know thy loue, thy Margarett, shee must dye. "

" Not ffor the gold tha t euer Craessus hadd,
wold I once see thy sweetest lookes soe fade;
nor ffor all tha t my eyes did euer see,
wold I once p ar t thy sweetest loue from mee;

" The King comands, & I must to the warres. "
" thers others more enow to end those cares. "
" but I am one appointed ffor to goe,
& I dare not ffor my liffe once say noe, "

" O marry mee, & you may stay att home!
ffull 30 weekes you know tha t I am gone. "
" theres time enough; another ffather take;
heele loue thee well, & not thy child forsake. "

" And haue I doted ou er thy sweetest fface?
& dost infring the things I haue in chase,
thy ffaith, I meane? but I will wend w i th thee. "
" itt is to ffar ffor Pegg to goe w i th mee. "

" I will goe w i th thee, my loue, both night and day,
& I will beare thy sword like lakyney; Lead the way! "
" but wee must ryde, & will you ffollow then
amongst a troope of vs tha ts armed men? "

" Ile beare thy Lance, & grinde thy stirropp too,
Ile rub thy horsse, & more then tha t Ile doo. "
" but Margretts ffingars, they be all to ffine
to stand & waite when shee shall see mee dine, "

" Ile see you dine, & wayte still att yo u r backe,
Ile giue you wine or any thing you Lacke. "
" but youle repine when you shall see mee haue
a dainty wench tha t is both ffine & braue "

" Ile love thy wench, my sweetest loue, I vow,
Ile watch the time when shee may pleasure you! "
" but you will greeue to see vs lye in bedd;
& you must watch still in anothers steede. "

" Ile watch my loue to see you take yo u r rest;
& when you sleepe, then shall I thinke me blest. "
" the time will come, deliuered you must bee;
then in the campe you will discredditt mee "

" Ile goe ffrom thee beffor tha t time shalbee;
when all his well, my loue againe Ile see. "
" all will not serue, ffor Margarett may not goe;
then doe resolue, my loue, what else to doe. "

" Must I not goe? why then, sweete loue, adew!
needs must I dye, but yet in dying trew! "
" a! stay my loue! I loue my Margarett well,
& heere I wow w i th Margarett still to dwell! "

" Giue me thy hand! thy Margarett liues againe! "
" heeres my hand! Ile neu er breed thee paine!
I kisse my loue in token tha t is soe;
wee will be wedd: come, Margarett, let vs goe. "