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With thy two Daughters thou didst lye,
On them two Bastards got;
And thus most tauntingly she chast
Against poor silly Lot.
Who calleth there quoth Judith then
With such shrill sounding notes?
This fine minks surely cannot hear.
Quoth she, for cutting throats.
Good Lord, how Judith blush'd for shame
When she heard here say so;
King David hearing at the same,
He to the Gate did go.
Quoth David, who knocks there so loud,
And maketh all this strife?
You were more kinnd, good Sir, she said,
Unto Uriah's Wife.
And when thou caused'st thy servant
In battle to be slain,
Thou caused'st them more strife than I,
Who would come here so fain.
