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Now fye on all deceitful fhows,

The beft is, I may speed To get a lodging any where For money in my need.

Therefor, falfe woman, now farewell,
While twenty pound doth laft,
My anchor in fome other haven
I will with wifdom caft.

When the perceived by his words

That he had money ftore,

That fhe had gall'd him in fuch fort,
It griev'd her heart full fore:

Therefor to call him back again
She did fuppofe it best,

Stay, George, quoth fhe, thou art too quick;

Why, man, I do but jest.

Think'ft thou for all my paffed fpeech,

That I would let thee go?

Faith no, quoth fhe, my love to thee

I wis is more than fo.

You will not deal with 'prentice boys,

I heard you even now swear, Therefor I will not trouble you. My George, hark in thine ear:

Thou

Tho fhalt not go to-night, quoth fhe,

What chance foe'er befall:

But, man, we'll have a bed for thee,
Or elfe the devil take all.

Thus I, that was by wiles bewitch'd,
And fnar'd with fancy still,
Had not the power to put away,
Or to withstand her will.

Then wine and wine I called in,
And cheer upon good cheer;
And nothing in the world I thought,
For Sarahs love too dear,

Whilft I was in her company,
In joy and merriment ;
And all too little I did think,
That I upon her spent.

A fig for care and careful thoughts!

When all my gold is gone,

In faith, my girl, we will have more,
Whoever it light upon.

My father's rich, why then, quoth I,
Should I want any gold?

With a father, indeed, quoth fhe,
A fon may well be bold.

I have

I have a fifter richly wed,

I'll rob her ere I'll want.

Why then, quoth Sarah, they may well
Confider of your scant.

Nay, more than this, an uncle I have,
At Ludlow he doth dwell:
He is a grazier, which in wealth

Doth all the reft excell.

Ere I will live in lack, quoth he,
And have no coin for thee;

I'll rob his houfe, and murder him.
Why fhould you not? quoth she :

Ere I would want, were I a man,
Or live in poor eftate;

On father, friends, and all my kin,
my talons grate.

I would

For without money, George, quoth fhe,
A man is but a beast:
And bringing money, thou fhalt be

Always my chiefest guest.

For fay thou should'ft pursued be

With twenty hues and cries, warrant fearched for

And with

With Argus' hundred eyes:

Yet

Yet in my house thou shalt be safe;
Such privy ways there be,

That if they fought an hundred years,

They could not find out thee.

And fo carousing in their cups,
Their pleasures to content,
George Barnwel had in little space

His money wholly spent.

Which being done, to Ludlow then

He did provide to go,
To rob his wealthy uncle then,

His minion would it fo.

And once or twice he thought to take

His father by the way;

But that he thought his master had
Took order for his stay *.

Directly to his uncle then

He rode with might and main, Where with welcome and good cheer He did him entertain.

A fe'nnights space he stayed there,

Until it chanced fo,

His uncle with his cattle did

Unto a market go.

i. e. for ftopping and apprehending him at his fathers. PERCY.

His

His kinfman needs muft ride with him;

And when he faw right plain, Great ftore of money he had took, In coming home again,

Moft fuddenly, within a wood,
He ftruck his uncle down,
And beat his brains out of his head;
So fore he crack'd his crown.

And fourfcore pound, in ready coin,

Out of his purfe he took,
And coming in to London town,
The country quite forfook.

To Sarah Milwood then he came,
Shewing his store of gold;
And how he had his uncle flain,
To her he plainly told.

Tufh, it's no matter, George, quoth fhe,

So we the money have,

To have good cheer in jolly fort,

And deck us fine and brave.

And thus they lived in filthy fort,
Till all his ftore was gone :
And means to get them any more,

I wis poor George had none.

And

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