Nay, Doll, quoth Roger, now you’re caught,
I’ll never let you go
Till you consent, – To what? says Doll,
Zounds, Doll, why, do’stn’t know?
She faintly screamed, and vowed she would
If hurt, cry out aloud;
Ne’er fear, says he, then seized the fair,
She sighed – and sighed – and vowed, –
A’nt I a Man, quoth Roger, ha!
Me you need never doubt, [10]
Now did I hurt you, Doll? quoth he,
Or, pray? says Doll, did I cry out?