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ANNE WALLEN'S LAMENTATION
13 Sweet heart he said I pray thee hold thy tongue, And if thou dost not, I shall1 doe thee wrong, At which, straight way I grew in worser rage, That he by no meanes could my tongue asswage.
14 He then arose and strooke me on the eare, I did at him begin to curse and sweare: Then presently one of his tooles I got, And on his body gaue a wicked stroake.2
15 Amongst his intrailes I this Chissell threw, Where as his Caule came out, for which I rue, What hast thou don, I prethee looke quoth he, Thou hast thy wish, for thou hast killed me.
16 Wxhen this was done the neighbours they ran in, And to his bed they streight conueyed him: WThere he was drest and liu'd till morne next day, Yet he forgaue me and for me did pray.
17 No sooner was his breath from body fled, But vnto Newgate straight way they me led : Where I did lie vntill the Sizes came, Which was before I there three daies had laine.
18 Mother in lawe, forgiue me I you pray, For I haue made your onely childe away, Euen all you had; my selfe made husbandlesse, My life and all, cause I did so transgresse.
19 He nere did wrong to any in his life,
But he too much was wronged by his wife; Then wiues be warn'd, example take by me. Heauens graunt no more that such a one may be.
1 Text shall shall. 2 No period in the text. |
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