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Mind, quoth ſhe, thy latter days,
What idol gods thou didſt upſet,
And waft ſo lewd in Venus' plays,
Thou didſt thy Maker quite forget.

Then Jonas ſaid, Fair dame content you,
If you intend to come to grace,
You muſt dree penance and repent you,
E'er you can come within this place.

Jonas, quoth ſhe, how ſtands the caſe?
How came you here to be with Chriſt?
How dare you look him in the face?
Confidering how you broke your tryſt.

To God's errand thou withſtood'ſt him,
And heldſt his counſel in diſdain,
The corby meſſenger thou plaid'ſt him,
And broughtſt no meſſage back againː
With mercy thou waft not content,
When God the Ninevites did ſpare;
Although the city did repent,
It grieved thee, thy heart was fair:
Let me alone and ſpeak no more,
Go back again unto the whale,
But now my heart is alſo fore,
But yet I hope I ſhall prevail.

Good Jonas ſaid, Crack on your fill,
For here I may no longer tarry;
Yet knock as long as e'er you will,
into a ſirry, ſarry

Jonas, ſhe ſays, ye do miſcarry,
As I have done in former time,
Ye're not ſaint Peter nor ſaint Mary,
Your blot's as black as ever mine.