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and let me quietly come in.
Abraham went back to Jacob then,
and told his Nephew how he ſped,
How that of her he nothing wan,
he thought the carling was right mad,
Then down came Jacob thro' the cloſe,
and ſaid go backward down to hell;
Jacob, quoth ſhe, I know thy voice,
that gate pertaineth to yourſel';
Of thy old trumperies I can tell,
with two ſiſter's thou leadſt thy life,
The third part of the tribes twelve
thou got with maid's beſide thy wife;
And ſtole thy father's benniſon,
only by fraud thy brother frae,
Gave thou him not for veniſon,
a kid inſtead of a beaken rea.
Jacob himſelf was tickled ſo,
he went to Lot where he was lying,
And to the gate pray'd him to go,
and ſtaunch the carling of her crying.
Lot ſays, fair dame make leſs ado,
and come again another day,
Old harlot carle and drunkard too,
thou with with thine own daughters lay,
Of thine untimely ſeed I ſay,
proceedeth never good but ill.
Poor Lot for ſhame he ſtole away,
and let the wife ſtill crack her fill.
Meek Moses then went down at laſt,
to pacify the carling then;
Now dame, ſaid he, knock not ſo faſt,
your knocking will not let you ben.
Good ſir, ſaid ſhe I am aghaſt,
when that I look you in the face,
If that your law till now had laſt,
then ſurely I had ne'er got grace;
But Moses, ſir, now by your leave.
altho' in Heaven you be poſſeſt,
