The first part.
I pray thee sweet Iohn away,
I cannot tell how to loue thee,
Pish, phew, in faith all this will not moue me,
O mee, I dare not before our marriage day:
If this will not moue thee, gentle Iohn,
Come quickly kisse mee, and let me bee gone.
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