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Then to his loving wife he came,
Both poor and naked, in distress,
He told her all the very same,
Yet she received him ne'ertheless.
My dear, she cried, since it is so,
Take comfort in thy loving wife;
All that I have shall freely go
To gain a pardon for thy life.
I'll lodge thee in a place secure,
Where I will daily nourish thee.
Unto his virtuous wife, he said,
My jewel set thy heart at rest.
Behold I have no servant slain,
Nor have I suffered any loss;
Enough I have us to maintain,
The ocean seas no more I'll cross.
My loaded ship lies near the shore,
With gold and jewels richly fraught
So much I never had before,
The penny-worth of wit I've bought.
Once more he to his harlot goes
With fourteen sailors brave and bold,
All clothed in new and costly clothes:
Of silk and embroider'd gold.
The miss when she his pomp beheld,
Did offer him a kind embrace,
But he with wrath and anger filled,
Did straight upbraid her to her face.
