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 (6) The faithleſs wretch began to think, bow noble were her parents dear; He ſaid, I ſure ſhall puniſh'd be. ſoon as the ſtory they come to bear : So then the Devil he did begin, to enter in bis wretched mind: Her precious life be then muſt have, thus he to act the thing did find. He many times had watch'd her out, into the pleaſant valley, where One day he privately did go, when be knew the Lady was not there, And privately be dug a grave, underneath an oaken tree: Then in the branches be did hide, for to act this piece of cruelty. Poor harmleſs foul ſhe nothing knew, as uſual ſhe went there alone, And on a bank of violets, she, in a mournſul manner ſat her down; Of his unkindneſs did complain, at length the grave ſhe did eſpy, She role: indeed to view the fame, little thinking he was ſo nigh:: You gentle Gods, ſo kind ſaid the, did you this grave for me prepare! He then deſcended from the tree ſaying, Strumpet, now thy death is near. O welcome, welcome, the reply'd, as long as by your hand I die