Valerius. The more his safety, and the less his fear. [_Sings_.] She that denies me, I would have; Who craves me, I despise: Venus hath power to rule mine heart, But not to please mine eyes. Temptations offered, I still scorn; Denied, I cling them still. I’ll neither glut mine appetite, Nor seek to starve my will. Diana, double clothed, offends; So Venus, naked quite: The last begets a surfeit, and The other no delight. That crafty girl shall please me best That no, for yea, can say, And every wanton willing kiss Can season with a nay. Brutus. We ha’ been mad lords long, now let us be merry lords. Horatius, maugre thy melancholy, and Lucretius, in spite of thy sorrow, I’ll have a song. A subject for the ditty? Horatius. Great Tarquin’s pride and Tullia’s cruelty. Brutus. Dangerous; no. Lucretius. The tyrannies of the court, and vassalage of the city. Scevola. Neither. Shall I give the subject? Brutus. Do, and let it be of all the pretty wenches in Rome. Scevola. It shall: shall it, shall it, Valerius? Valerius. Anything according to my poor acquaintance and little conversance. Brutus. Nay, you shall stay, Horatius; Lucretius, so shall you; he removes himself from the love of Brutus that shrinks from my side till we have had a song of all the pretty suburbians:[5.30] sit round. When, Valerius? Valerius. [_Sings_.] Shall I woo the lovely Molly, She’s so fair, so fat, so jolly? But she has a trick of folly, Therefore I’ll ha’ none of Molly. No, no, no, no, no, no; I’ll have none of Molly, no, no, no. Oh, the cherry lips of Nelly, They are red and soft as jelly; But too well she loves her belly, Therefore I’ll have none of Nelly. No, no, &c. What say you to bonny Betty? Ha’ you seen a lass so pretty? But her body is so sweaty, Therefore I’ll ha’ none of Betty. No, no, &c. When I dally with my Dolly, She is full of melancholy; Oh, that wench is pestilent holly;[5.31] Therefore I’ll have none of Dolly. No, no, &c. I could fancy lovely Nanny, But she has the loves of many, Yet herself she loves not any, Therefore I’ll have none of Nanny. No, no, &c. In a flax shop I spied Rachel, Where she her flax and tow did hatchel;[5.32] But her cheeks hang like a satchel, Therefore I’ll have none of Rachel. No, no, &c. In a corner I met Biddy, Her heels were light, her head was giddy; She fell down, and somewhat did I, Therefore I’ll have none of Biddy. No, no, &c.