r:

Which cry'd all hail, all hail good King,
Long have we look'd your Grace;
And here you find (my merry Men all)
Your Sovereign in this place.

We shall surely be hang'd up both,
Old _Gillian_ I much fear,
The Shepherd said, for using thus
Our good King _Alfred_ here:

O pardon, my Liege, quoth _Gillian_ then,
For my Husband and for me,
By these ten Bones I never thought
The same that now I see:

And by my Hook, the Shepherd said,
An Oath both good and true,
Before this time, O noble King,
I never your Highness knew:

Then pardon me and my old Wife,
That we may after say,
When first you came into our House,
It was a happy Day.

It shall be done, said _Alfred_ streight,
And _Gillian_ thy old Dame,
For this thy churlish using me,
Deserveth not much Blame.

For this thy Country Guise I see,
To be thus bluntish still,
And where the plainest Meaning is,
Remains the smallest Ill.

And Master, lo I tell thee now,
For thy low Manhood shown,
A Thousand Weathers I'll bestow
Upon thee for thy own.

And pasture Ground, as much as will
Suffice to feed them all,
And this thy Cottage I will change
Into a stately Hall.

As for the same, as Duty binds,
The Shepherd said, good King,
A milk white Lamb once every Year,
I'll to your Highness bring.

And _Gillian_ my Wife likewise,
Of Wool to make you Coats,
Will give you as much at New Year's Tide,
As shall be worth ten Groats:

And in your Praise my Bagpipe shall
Sound sweetly once a Year,
How _Alfred_ our renowned King,
Most kindly hath been here.

Thanks Shepherd, thanks, quoth he again
The next time I come hither,
My Lords with me here in this House,
Will all be merry together.

_A_ SONG. _Sung by Mrs._ Bracegirdle.

[Music]

Cease, cease of _Cupid_ to complain,
Love, Love's a Joy even while a Pain;
Oh! then think! oh! then think;
Oh! then think how great his Blisses,
Moving Glances, balmy Kisses,
Charming Raptures, matchless Sweets,
Love, Love alone, Love, Love alone,
Love, Love alone, all Joys compleats.

_A_ SONG.

_Sung by Mrs._ BRACEGIRDLE.

[Music]

Come, come ye Nymphs,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
_Galatea_ leaves the Main,
To revive us on the Plain,
To revive us, to revive us, to revive us on the Plain;
Come, come, come, come ye Nymphs,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
_Galatea_ leaves t