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26 With that he twisted his girdle at me like a rope, as who should say, Now you may go hang yourself for me! and so went away. Well: I thought I should have swoon'd. Lord! said I, what shall I do? I have lost my money, and shall lose my true love too! Then my lord called me: Harry, said my lord, don't cry; I'll give you something toward thy loss: and, says my lady, so will I. Oh! but said I, what if, after all, the chaplain won't come to? For that, he said, (an't please your excellencies,) I must petition you. The premises tenderly consider'd, I desire your excellencies protection, And that I may have a share in next Sunday's collection; And, over and above, that I may have your excellencies letter, With an order for the chaplain aforesaid, or, instead of him, a better: And then your poor petitioner, both night and day, Or the chaplain (for 'tis his trade), as in duty bound, shall ever pray.