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SCENE III.
Hopkins enters, singing.Hopk.
SONG IV.
1
God prosper long our noble King,Our Lives and Safetys all;
While poor John Hopkins thou dost sing
Of Pen, and sadly bawl.
2
Ah! well-a-day! what shall I doTo gain Penelope?
Did she but know my Love so true,
I'm sure she'd pity me.
I'm waxen old with Sorrow, more than Years,
For ev'ry Night I bathe my Couch with Tears;
Yet boots it little, Hopkins, to complain,
Since eke thy Sorrows, and thy Tears, are vain;
But hold.—
[Seeing Dol.
Fair Maiden 'tis for Thee I look:
Accept this Present of a goodly Book.
For ev'ry Night I bathe my Couch with Tears;
Yet boots it little, Hopkins, to complain,
Since eke thy Sorrows, and thy Tears, are vain;
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[Seeing Dol.
Fair Maiden 'tis for Thee I look:
Accept this Present of a goodly Book.
Dol.
O! Nothing comes amiss.
[Aside.
You need not fear,
You're always, Neighbour Hopkins, wellcome here.
I never fail to speak a Word for you.
Hopk.
Then Dol in Church shall never want a Pew.
[Hopkins goes out.
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