Classic Poem

Doe you meane to ou er throw me?
out! alas! I am betraid!
what! is this the loue you show mee?
to vndo a sillye Maide.
alas! I dye! my hart doth breake!
I dare not crye, I cannot speake!
what! all alone? nay then I finde
men are to strong for women kind.

Out vpon the maid tha t put mee
in this roome to be alone!
yett she was noe foole to shut mee
where I shold be seen of None.
harke! harke! alac! what Noyce is that?
o, now I see itt is the Catt
come gentle pus, thow wilt not tell;
if all doe soe thou shalt not tell.

Seely foole! why doubts thou tellinge
where thou didst not doubt to trust?
if thy belly fall a swellinge,
theres noe helpe, but out itt must.
alas the spite! alas the shame!
for then I quite Loose my good name;
but yett the worst of Maids disgract,
I am not first nor shalbe last

Once againe to try yo u r forces,
thus I dare thee to the feild;
time is lost tha t time diuorces
from the pleasures loue doth yeeld.
Ah ha! fyee, fye! itt comes yett still!
itt comes, I, I! doe what you will!
my breath doth passe, my blood doth trickle!
was eu er lasse in such a pickle?