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I will come in, in spight she said,
Of all such Churls as thee;
Thou wert the causer of our Woe,
Our pain and misery.
And first broke God's commandments,
In pleasure of thy Wife:
When Adam heard her tell this tale,
He run away for life.
Then down came Jacob at the Gate,
And bids her pack to Hell,
Thou false deceiver, why, said she,
Thou may'st be there as well.
For thou deceiv'd'st thy Father dear,
And thine own Brother too.
Away went Jacob presently,
And made no more ado.
She knocks again with might and main,
And Lot he chides her straight:
Why then, quoth she, thou drunken ass,
Who bid thee here to wait.
