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B. I hope it shall not need,
Dick will not serue me so: I know he loues me not so ill,
a ranging for to goe. R. No faith, my louely Besse,
first will I1 lose my life: Before He2 breake my wedlock bonds,
[Exit W^
or3 seeke to wrong my wife.
Now thinks good Master Frauncis,
he hath thee in his bed: And makes account he is grafting
of homes vpon my head. But softly stand aside,
now shall wee know his minde, And how hee would haue vsed thee,
if thou hadst beene so kind.
Enter Master Francis with his owne wife, hauing a maske before her face', supposing her to be Besse.
To the tune of goe from my window.
15 F. Farewell my ioy and hearts delight, til next wee meete againe: Thy kindnes to requite, for lodging me al night,
heeres ten pound for thy paine: And more to shew my loue to thee,
weare this ring for my sake. W. Without your gold or fee you shal haue more of *mee. F. No doubt of that I make. W* Then let your loue continue still.
F. It shall5 til life doth end. W. Your wife I greatly feare. F. for her thou needst not care, so I remaine thy freind6.
1 I will S.                          2 IS.                  3 to S.
4 Really a new stanza.         5 shall be S.         6 S. omits this line.
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