Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

2 S 6 ANCIENT SONGS
With that me knit her brows,
And looking all aquoy,
Quoth fhe, What mould I have to do 15
With any prentice boy ?
And feeing you have purloyn'd
Your mailer's goods away,
The cafe is bad, and therefore here
You mall no longer flay. 29
Why, dear, thou knowft, I faid,
How all which I could get,
I gave it, and did fpend it all
Upon thee every whit.
Quoth fhe, Thou art a knave, 25
To charge me in this fort,
Being a woman of credit fair,
And known of good report.
Therefore I tell thee flat,
Be packing with good fpeed, 39
I do deiie thee from my heart,
And fcorn thy filthy deed.
Is this the friendfhip that
You did to me proteft ?
Is this the great afleflion which 35
You fo to me exprefl ?
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