An excellent new song, called, The private encounter between two loyal lovers. Being sung in the last new play, called, The married beau. Married Beau Selections Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03187 of text R227510 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E3825). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03187 Wing E3825 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[6] 99887375 ocm99887375 182092 2240898262

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03187) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182092) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[6]) An excellent new song, called, The private encounter between two loyal lovers. Being sung in the last new play, called, The married beau. Married Beau Selections Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for Charles Barnet., [London] : [1697] Place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "Oh fye! what mean I foolish maid ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo An excellent new song, called, The private encounter between two loyal lovers. Being sung in the last new play, called, the married beau Crown, Mr. , 1640?-1712. 1697 1 467 0 0 0 30 0 0 6423.98 F The rate of 6423.98 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Excellent New Song , Called , The Private Encounter Between Two Loyal Lovers . Being Sung in the last New PLAY , called , The married Beau

OH fye ! what mean I Foolish Maid , In this remote and silent shade to meet with you alone ; My Heart does with the place combine , And both are more your Friends than mine , And both are more your Friends than mine . Oh! oh ! oh ! I shall I shall I shall be undone , Oh! oh ! oh ! oh ! I shall be undone . A Savage Beast I would not fear , Or should I meet with Villains here , I to some Cave would run : But such inchanting Art you show , I cannot strive I cannot go , I cannot strive I cannot go , Oh oh oh I shall I shall I shall be undone , Oh oh oh oh I shall be undone . Oh fye leave off this foolish fear , For I am glad to meet you here , and I must you enjoy : This silent Grove and pleasant shade , Were for true lovers Pastime made , Were for true lovers Pastime made , Then , oh then , do not , do not , do not me deny , Oh then , oh then , do not me deny . Your Beauty can wild Monsters tame , And likewise Villains hearts inflame , that they will not anoy : Your looks , your eyes have charm'd me so , I have no power for to go , I have no power for to go , Come , come , come , I must , I must , I must thee enjoy . Come , come , come , come , I must thee enjoy . Ah give your sweet temptations o'er , I 'll touch those dangerous Lips no more , What must we yet fool on ? Ah now I yield , ah now I fall ; Ah now I have no breath at all ; Ah now I have no breath at all ; And now , now I am , I am I am quite undone . Ah now now now I am quite undone . 'T is none but you I can adore , Nay I must love you more and more , altho' for Love I die : My passion ever shall endure ; My Love shall still be firm and pure , My Love shall still be firm and pure , And , & , & , in thy in thy in thy arms I 'll lye , and and and and in thy arms I 'll lye .

Printed for Charles Barnet .