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When ſhe law his countenance grim,
ſhe ſtraight began to fear.
But now my trembling heart it quakes,
to think that I mull write;
My ſenſes all begin to. faint,
my ſoul it doth alright..
Yet I muſt make an end of this,
which I have here begun,
Which will melt the hardeſt heart
before that I have done.
The wretch unto this Lady went,
and her with ſpeed did fill
His luſt forthwith to ſatisfy,
his mind for to fulfil.
The Lady ſhe amaſed was,
to hear the villain ſpeak.
Alas! quoth ſhe what will I do?
with grief my heart do break.
With that he took her in his arms,
ſhe ſtraight for help did cry;
Content vourſelf. Lady quoth he,
your huſband is not nigh;
The bridge is drawn, the gate is ſhut,
therfore come lie with me,
Or elſe I do proteſt and vow,
thy butcher I will be.
The chryſtal tears run from her cheeks,
her children cried again.
