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Rh Ye bloody villain, she reply'd,
 * don't in the least on me depend.

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

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

Of musty, lousy rage you stink.
 * begone you base persidious slave,

Don't think tha I'll your conesel keep,
 * or harbour any such as you:

He turn's away seem'd to weep,
 * and bid the wanten 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 er the less.

My d she cry'd since it is so,
 * take comfort in thy loving Wife,

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

I'll lodge the 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 virtuoes Wife he said,
 * my jewel set thy heart at rest,

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

Enough I have us to mantain,
 * the ocean seas no more I ll cross,

My loaded ship lies ne'er the shore,
 * with gold and jewels richely fraught,

So much I never had before,
 * thy penny worth of wit I've bought.

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