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220 GEORGE BAENWELL. |
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And thus I did pass on;
Until my master then 170
Did call to have his reckoning in
Cast up among his men.
The which when as I heard,
I knew not what to say: For well I knew that I was out m
Two hundred pound that day.
Then from my master straight
I ran in secret sort; And unto Sarah Milwood there
My case I did report. iso
But how she used this youth,
In this his care and woe, And all a strumpet's wiley ways,
The second part may showe.
THE SECOND PART.
" Young Barnwell comes to thee,
Sweet Sarah, my delight; I am undone, unless thou stand
My faithful friend this night.
" Our master to accompts e
Hath just occasion found; And I am caught behind the hand
Above two hundred pound.
" And now his wrath to 'scape, My love, I fly to thee, w |
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