My Mistress Sings No Oth/Marston's Dutch Courtesan
© Patrick T. Connolly
Author: John Marston & Anon / Robert Jones
The Dutch Courtesan (1605) by John Marston
FRANCESCHINA. Ick sall make de most of you dat courtesy may. - Aunt Mary!
Mettre Faugh! Stools, stools for dese gallants!
- Cantat Gallice.

Mine meetre sing non oder song -
Frolic, frolic, sir! -
But still complain me do her wrong: -
Lighten your heart, sir! -
For me did but kiss her,
For me did but kiss her,
And so let go.

[To Freevill.] Your friend is very heavy. Ick sall ne' lkr such sad company.

FREEVILL. No, thou delightest only in light company
FRANCESCHINA. By mine trot, he been very sad. Vat ail you, Sir?

XIX. MISTRESS SINGS NO OTHER SONG
My mistress sings no other song
but still complains I did her wrong.
Believe her not; it was not so,
I did but kiss her, I did but kiss her and let her go.

And now she swears I did but what?
Ney, ney, I must not tell you that.
And yet I will, it is so sweet
As 'te-he, ta-ha' - As 'te-he, ta-ha' when lovers meet.
But woman's words they are heedless,
To tell you more it is needless.
I ran and caught her by the arm,
And then I kissed her,
And then I kissed her; this was no harm.

But she, alas, is angry still,
Which showeth but a woman's will.
She bites the lip and cries 'fie, fie.'
And kissing sweetly,
And kissing sweetly away she doth fly.

Yet sure her looks bewrays content,
And cunningly her brawls are meant,
As lovers use to play and sport
When time and leisure,
When time and leisure is too[,] too short. ..