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4 Ile cries out now in vexation, Non some new found land I'll find. There wild beaks have more compassion than deluding women-kind.

But, alas! he's sore tormented, and cries out, I am undone For my soul is discontented, and I shall distracted run! Molly's false and has deceiv'd me, O ye furies ! why do you stay? Of my torments food relieve me! take my wretched life away!

Now he rends his cloath asunder, and is into distraction run: To Bedlam now, for safety, this distracted Sailor's gate; There in links of iron chained, and in straw, alone doth he, Against Molly he exclaimeth, for her wicked purjury.

Day and night his chains he rattles, as if Bedlam he would pull down! Come Brave Sailors, thank of battle, an? of storming Spanish Town! Hollon! you sir. Bedlam's porter, bring forth Molly here again, I will ram her a mortar, and will shoot her into Spain.