Sweet Kate of late ran away and left me plaining: "Abide!" I cried, "or I die with thy disdaining". "Te-he-he" quoth she, "gladly would I see any man to die with loving!" "Never any yet died of such a fit; neither have I fear of proving!"
Unkind! I find thy delight is in tormenting: "Abide!" I cried, "or I die with thy consenting". "Te-he-he" quoth she, "make no fool of me! Men I know have oath at pleasure; but their hopes attain'd, they bewray they feign'd, and their oaths are kept at leisure".
Her words, like swords, cut my sorry heart in sunder: Het flouts with doubts kept my heart's affections under. "Te-he-he" quoth she, "what a fool is he stands in awe of once denying!" Cause I had enough to become more rough: so I did. O happy trying!