_Ah, ah, quid dixi FÊmella? De hoc fama silet; Adeo fuit casta-Bella, Ut nemini liquet: En Dux_ Andinus _adiit, Illam petiturus; Virgo vixit & obiit, HÊc nihilominus_. _Nec mali quid hÊc effecit, ConscientiÊ stimulo; Nec semet ipsam subjecit, Christi-vicario: At maluit magnamimis, Sub Christi vexellis, Pugnare cum_ Pap‚, Turcis, _Ac multis aliis_. _Sin mihi_ Argi _oculi, Deessent LachrymÊ_; ElizabethÊ _fletui, Nuper demortuÊ, De nata hic obdormiet, Die novissimo: Et tunc expergefaciet, Pap‚ propudio_. _The Pressing Constable. Set by Mr._ Leveridge. [Music] I Am a cunning Constable, And a Bag of Warrants I have here, To Press sufficient Men, and able, At _Horn-castle_ to appear: But now-a-days they're grown so cunning, That hearing of this Martial strife; They all away from hence are running, _Where I miss the Man, I'll press the Wife._ Ho, who's at Home? Lo, here am I, Good-morrow Neighbour. Welcome, Sir; Where is your Husband? Why truly He's gone abroad, a Journey far: Do you not know when he comes back? See how these Cowards fly for Life! The King for Soldiers must not lack, _If I miss the Man, I'll take the Wife._ Shew me by what Authority You do it? Pray Sir, let me know; It is sufficient for to see, The Warrant hangs in Bag below: Then pull it out, if it be strong, With you I will not stand at strife: My Warrant is as broad as long, _If I miss the Man, I'll Press the Wife._ Now you have Prest me and are gone, Please you but let me know your Name; That when my Husband he comes home, I may declare to him the same: My Name is Captain _Ward_, I say, I ne'er fear'd Man in all my life: The King for Soldiers must not stay, _Missing the Man, I'll Press the Wife._ _The same in_ LATIN. _Astutus Constabularius, Mandata gero in tergore: Cincturos evocaturus_, Cornu-Castello _affore: At hodiË adeÚ sapiunt, Audit‚ lite Bellic‚, Omnes abhinc profugiunt_, Virum supplebit F[oe]mina. _Ecquisnam domi En ego Salve. Sis salvus, Domine: Ubinam Vir est? Haud nego, Procul abest in itinere: N‡m es ignara redit˚s? Ut fugiunt pro tutamine! Non egeat Rex Militibus_, Viros supplebunt F[oe]minÊ. _HÊc quo Guaranto factitas, AmbÚ dicas, Domine? Sufficiat ut videas, Quod pendet abdomine; Educas, si vim habeat, Tecum nolam certamina, Pro ratione, voluntas stat_, Virum supplebit F[oe]minÊ. _Compress‚ me, ituro te, Si placet, reddas nomina. Sic ut reverso conjuge, Illi declarem omnia_, Ward _ducor Capitaneus, Sat notus pro magnanime Non egeat Rex milibus_, Viros supplebunt F[oe]minÊ. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE. [Music] Love is a Bauble, No Man is able, To say, it is this, or 'tis that; An idle Passion, Of such a Fashion, 'Tis like I cannot tell what.