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7 Ye bloody villain! ſhe replied,
 * don't on me the leaſt depend.

Begone! or as I live ſhe cry'd,
 * I for an officer will ſend,

I'll give you neither meat nor drink,
 * nor any ſhelter ſhall you have,

Of muſty, louſy rags you ſtink,
 * begone you baſe perfidious ſlave,

Don't think that I'll your counſel keep,
 * or harbour any ſuch as you.

He turn'd way and ſeem'd to weep,
 * and bid the wanton jilt adieu.

Then to his loving wife he came,
 * both poor and naked in diſtreſs,

He told her all the very ſame,
 * yet ſhe reliev'd him ne'ertheleſs.

My dear, ſhe cry'd, ſince it is ſo,
 * take comfort in thy lovengloving [sic] wife,

All that I have ſhall freely go,
 * to gain a pardon for thy life.

I'll lodge thethee [sic] in a place ſecure,
 * where I ſhall daily nouriſh thee;

Believe me, love, you may be ſure,
 * to find a faithful friend in me.

When he this perfect proof had made,
 * which of them two did love him beſt,

Unto his virtuous he ſaid,
 * my jewel ſet thy hearheart [sic] at reſt:

Behold I have no ſervant ſlain!
 * nor have I ſuffer'd any loſs,

Enough I have us to maintain,
 * the ocean ſeas I'll no more croſs;

My loaded ſhip lies near the ſhore,
 * with gold a [sic] jewels richly fraught,

So much I never had before:
 * thy penny-worth of I've bought.

Once more he to his harlot goes,
 * with fourteen ſailors brave and bold;