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Ye bloody villain! ſhe replied,
don't on me the leaſt depend.
Begone! or as I live ſhe cry'd,
I for an officer will ſend,
I'll give you neither meat nor drink,
nor any ſhelter ſhall you have,
Of muſty, louſy rags you ſtink,
begone you baſe perfidious ſlave,
Don't think that I'll your counſel keep,
or harbour any ſuch as you.
He turn'd way 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 ſame,
yet ſhe reliev'd him ne'ertheleſs.
My dear, ſhe cry'd, ſince it is ſo,
take comfort in thy loveng wife,
All that I have ſhall freely go,
to gain a pardon for thy life.
I'll lodge the in a place ſecure,
where I ſhall 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 he ſaid,
my jewel ſet thy hear at reſt:
Behold I have no ſervant ſlain!
nor have I ſuffer'd any loſs,
Enough I have us to maintain,
the ocean ſeas I'll no more croſs;
My loaded ſhip lies near the ſhore,
with gold a jewels richly fraught,
So much I never had before:
thy penny-worth of I've bought.
Once more he to his harlot goes,
with fourteen ſailors brave and bold;
