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to my bed, good sweet husband, consider it is night and I pray you let me not stand thus long in the cold, lest I lose my life thereby.
After many fine words wherein she intreated treated her husband to come down and open the door he came down to her, & let her in; to whom she very dissemblingly pretended to have lost her fine wedding ring off her finger He lovingly going forth with the candle in his hand in his shirt, looked up and down upon the ground for it; and she in the meantime stepped in and clapped too the door. and shut him out; whereat he was much perplexed, and he stood knocking a long time in the cold before she would answer who at the opening of the window, bid him go look for a lodging with the constable's wife, and asked him, whether he thought it good to lie in the cold street? Now, quoth she, she who was even now at your mercy, hath gotten you at her's O sweet wife, said he, be not angry, but let me come in, I swear unto you, that I never will shut you out of doors again; but you shall do what you will; and I
