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At the bottom of a mountain.
Wear a pleaſant chryſtal fountain,
There ſhe left her gilded coach,
While the prove ſhe did approach.
Cover'd with a maſk and walking,
There ſhe found her lover talking
With a friend that he had brought,
Straight ſhe aſk'd him who he ſought?
He) I am challeng'd by a gallant,
Who relives to try my talent:
What he is I cannot ſay.
But I hope to ſhew him play.
She) It is I that did invite you;
You ſhall wed me or I'll fight you;
Underneath theſe ſpreading trees,
Therefore chuſe you which you pleaſe,
You ſhall find I do not vapour,
I have brought my truſty rapier,
Therefore take your choice, ſays ſhe,
Either to fight or marry me
Said he Madam, pray, what mean ye
In my life I ne'er had ſeen ye;
Pray umaſk your viſage ſhow,
Then I'll tell you I or no,
She) I will not my face uncover,
Till the marriage rites are over:
Therefore now chooſe which you will
Wed me ſir or try your ſkill.
Step within that pleaſant bower,
With your friend one ſingle hour;
Strive your thoughts to reconcile,
And I'll wander here the while,
