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 who are you, the Lady cry'd?

my dear, I am a Sailor,

dress as fine as any Lord,

if you'll employ the taylor.

She wrung her hands, and paus'd a while

at length she said, my jewel,

though you have my heart beguil’d

to you I can’t prove cruel.

Here, take these diamonds, lockets, rings,

my dear, and I'll befriend thee;

to a taylor go with speed,

you shall have store of money.

personate some noble Lord,

Pay a visit to my Father,

while I shall set my wits to work,

How you may gain his daughter.

went to balls and masquerades,

And was by all admired,

meeting with his Lady fair,

whom he soon required

wait upon her home that night,

which she soon consented,

Father highly him receiv'd,

and was greatly complemented.

begg'd of him to stay a while,

and take a small colation

straightway they set them down,

further preparation,