Location: London, England (TQ3079)
Year: Publ. 1673
Time of Occurrence: [Not given]
Collective Name: [Not given]


Francis Kirkman
The Wits, or Sport upon Sport
London, 1673




I Once a Shepherd was walking upon the plains.
Courting my Shepherdess among the Swains
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
{Espies Granida}
But ha, what' here? What shining Beauty's this?
Which equally desires my shady bliss.


I'm lost in this dark Wilderness of care.
Where I find nothing to prevent despair.
No harmless damsel wandring, no, nor Man:
I am afraid I shan't not be found again.
I am so thirsty, that I scarce can speak.


Can she grieve thus, and not my heart-strings break?
Miracle of Beauty, for you are no less;
Water is waiting on such happiness
It is as clear as Crystal and as pure.


O bless me, Heavens, are you a Christian sure?


Madam, I am no less, pray quench your thirst.


Kind Sir, I will, but let me thank you first. {Drinks}
Indeed 'tis good, but you must better be,
In being so courteous as to give it me.


Praise not, sweetest Madam, for you know
On common Creatures this we oft bestow;
If I had any worthy thing. call'd mine.
I should be proud to offer't to your shrine.


Thou has said enough, for Love hath shot his Dart,
And to thy Weeds I'le yield my Princely heart.


Taken from a footnote to the play text from Keynsham in C.R.Baskervill (1923), pp.268-272

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