When she heard me say so,
The tears fell from her eye'; O George, quoth fhe, if thou do'st fail, Thy Sarah fure will die.
What ails my hearts delight,
My Sarah dear? quoth I;
Let not my love lament and grieve,
Nor fighing, pine, and die.
But tell to me, my dearest friend, What may thy woes amend, And thou shalt feek no means of help, Though forty pound I spend.
With that the turn'd her head, And fickly thus did fay,
Oh, my sweet George, my grief is great, Ten pounds I have to pay
Unto a cruel wretch;
And God he knows, quoth fhe, I have it not. Tufh, rife, quoth he, And take it here of me.
Ten pounds, nor ten times ten, Shall make my love decay. Then from his bag into her lap, He caft ten pound straightway.
All blithe and pleasant then, To banqueting they go ;
She proffered him to lie with her,
And faid it fhould be fo.
Young Barnwel here comes unto thee, Sweet Sarah, my delight,
I am undone except thou ftand My faithful friend this night.
Our mafter to command accounts, Hath juft occafion found; And I am found behind the hand Almost two hundred pound:
And therefor, knowing not at all What answer for to make, And his difpleasure to escape, My way to thee I take,
Hoping in this extremity Thou wilt my fuccour be, That for a time I may remain In fafety here with thee.
With that she knit and bent her brows,
And looking all aquoy,
Quoth fhe, what fhould I have to do
With any 'prentice boy?
And feeing you have purloin'd and got
Your mafters goods away!
The cafe is bad, and therefor here I mean thou shalt not stay.
Why, fweetheart, thou know'ft, he faid,
That all which I did get,
I gave it, and did spend it all, Upon thee every whit.
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