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Which when ſhe ſaw his count'nance grim,
ſhe ſtraight began to fear!
But now my trembling heart it quakes,
to think that I muſt write!
My ſenſes all begin to faint,
my ſoul it doth affright!
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 will,
His luſt forthwith to ſatisfy,
his mind for to fulfil!
The Lady ſhe amazed was,
to hear the villain ſpeak!
Alas! quoth ſhe, what will I do?
with grief my heart will break!
With that he took her in his arms,
the ſtraight for help did cry:
Content yourſelf, Lady, quoth he,
your huſband is not nigh;
The bridge is drawn, the gate is ſhut,
therefore come lie with me,
Or elſe I do proteſt and vow,
thy butcher I will be.
The chryſtal tears run from her checks,
