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1. _He: _ Cicely sweet, the morn is fair, / Wilt thou drive me to despair? / Oft have I sued in vain / And now I'm come again, / Wilt thou be mine, or Yes or No? / Wilt thou be mine, or No? / _She: _ Prithee, Simon quit thy suit, / All thy pains will yield no fruit; / Go booby, get a sack, / To stop thy ceaseless clack. / Go for a booby, go, go, go! / Go for a booby, go!