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 The false one blushes deep, and sighs, For well the truth she knew! "You gave to vows; nay more "You gave him favors rare: "And is condemn'd to share "What many others shar'd before! "A false, capricious, guilty heart, "Made up of folly, vice, and art, "Which only takes a wedded mate "To brand with shame, an husbands fate."

"Hush! hush!" cried, for Heav'n's sake "As secret as the grave— "For Lubin means to marry me— "And if you will not me betray, "I for your silence well will pay; "Five pounds this moment you shall have."— "I will have !" the gypsy cries— "The fearful, trembling girl complies.