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I’ll give you neither meat nor drink,
nor any ſhelter ſhall you have,
Of muſty, louſy rags you ſtink,
begone you baſe perſidious ſlave.
Don’t think that I’ll your counſel keep,
or harbour any ſuch as you:
He turn’d away and ſeem’d to weep,
and bid the wanton Jilt adieu.
Then to his loving Wife he came,
both poor and naked in diſtreſs,
He told her all the very fame,
yet fhe reliev’d him ne'er the leſs.
My dear, ſhe cry’d, 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;
Believe me love, you may be ſure,
to find a faithful friend in me.
When he this perfect proof had made,
which of them two did love him beſt,
Unto his virtuous Wife he ſaid,
my jewel, ſet thy heart at reſt.
Behold I have no ſervant ſlain!
nor have I fuffer’d any loſs,
Enough I have us to maintain,
the ocean feas no more I’ll croſs.
My loaded ſhip lies near the ſhore,
with gold and jewels richly fraught,
So much I never had before,
thy penny-worth of wit I’ve bought.
Once mote he to his Harlot goes,
with fourteen ſailors brave and bold,
All cloth'd with new and coſtly clothes,
of ſilk and embroider’d gold.
