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 O! do me not this foul diſgrace,
 * in this my need, quoth he,

She call’d him thief and murderer,
 * with all the diſpight that might be.

And to the conſtable ſhe ſent;
 * for to have him apprehended;

And ſhewed how far in each degree
 * he had the laws offended.

When Barnwell ſaw the drift,
 * to ſea he got ſtraightway:

Here fear and dread of conſcience
 * continually on him lay.

Unto the mayor of London then
 * he did a letter write,

In which his own and Sarah’s fault
 * he did at large recite.

By which ſhe apprehended was,
 * and then to Ludlow ſent,

And there was ſhe condemn’d and hang’d
 * for murder incontinent.

And there this gallant queen dy’d
 * which was her greateſt gains,

For murdering his uncle
 * was Barnwell hung in chains.

Lo! here’s the end of wilful youth
 * that after harlot haunt;

And in the ſpoil of other men
 * about the ſtreets do flaunt.