[Nan.]

I thank you, sir, for your good will; But one of these my love must be: I'm but a homely country maid, And far unfit for your degree; [To dance with you I am afraid.]

FRIEND.

Take her, good sir, by the hand, As she is fairest; were she fairer, By this dance, you shall understand, He that can win her is like to wear her.

FOOL.

And saw you not [my] Nan to-day, My mother's maid have you not seen? My pretty Nan is gone away To seek her love upon the green. [I cannot see her 'mong so many:] She shall have me, if she have any.