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O! do me not this foul diſgrace,
in this my need, quoth he,
She call’d him thief and murderer,
with all the diſpight that might be.
And to the conſtable ſhe ſent;
for to have him apprehended;
And ſhewed how far in each degree
he had the laws offended.
When Barnwell ſaw the drift,
to ſea he got ſtraightway:
Here fear and dread of conſcience
continually on him lay.
Unto the mayor of London then
he did a letter write,
In which his own and Sarah’s fault
he did at large recite.
By which ſhe apprehended was,
and then to Ludlow ſent,
And there was ſhe condemn’d and hang’d
for murder incontinent.
And there this gallant queen dy’d
which was her greateſt gains,
For murdering his uncle
was Barnwell hung in chains.
Lo! here’s the end of wilful youth
that after harlot haunt;
And in the ſpoil of other men
about the ſtreets do flaunt.
FINIS.
