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She sent her into Wales with speed,
And kept her secret there, 90
And us'd her still more cruelly
Than ever man did hear. She made her wash, she made her starch,
She made her drudge alway j She made her nurse up children small, 95
And labour night and day.
But this contented not the queen,
But shew'd her most despite; She bound this lady to a post,
At twelve a clock at night; ic«
And as, poor lady, she stood bound,
The queen, in angry mood, Did set two snakes unto her breast,
That suck'd away her blood.
Thus died the mayor of London's wife, 105
Most grievous for to hear; Which made the Spaniard grow more proud,
As after shall appear. The wheat that daily made her bread
Was bolted twenty times;" 110
The food that fed this stately dame,
Was boil'd in costly wines.
The water that did spring from ground,
She would not touch at all; But wash'd her hands with the dew of heaVn, 115
That on sweet roses fall. She bath'd her body many a time |
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