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THE LAMENTING LADY
Can Beggers haue what Ladies want
in anger I repli'd, And can thy wombe be fruitfull made
when mine is still deni'd?
7 I goe attyr'd in garments rich
bedeck'd with burnish'd gold, And waited on with worldly pompe,
and pleasures manifold, Whilst thou in rags all rent and torne
for thy reliefe dost craue, And with two children blest at once,
when I not one can haue.
8 Thou art some Strumpet1 sure I know,
and spend'st thy dayes in shame, And stained sure thy marriage bed
with spots of black defame: Else vnto these two louely babes
thou canst no mother be, When I that Hue in greatest grace
no such content can see.
9 A hundreth such like taunting tearmes
I gaue this woman poore Whilst she for pitty and reliefe
stood begging at the doore: Reuiling her most spightfully
with harlots hatefull name, Dissembling with a shamelesse face
to couer vp her shame.
io Her heart hereat with inward griefes did feele such mortall paine, And as it were before my face did seeme to breake in twaine:
1 Text Strumpt. 127