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2 I thought each day as long as a yeere,
vntill that I was mated, My Mayden-head I could not beare,
so sore that life I hated: I long'd to haue a man,
with pleasure to content me, But now that I haue gotten one,
it sorely doth repent me.
3 For he is such a dogged wretch,
and doth so basely vse me, Many a sorrowfull sigh I fetch, when he doth beat and bruise me.
I marryed him for loue
that was not worth a farthing, And yet he doth ingratefull proue, iudge, is not this a hard thing?
4 Two hundred pounds in ready coyne,
my father did bequeath me, Which I (as freely as 'twas1 mine)
did giue to him that hath me. Against my friends consent,
I chose him for my pleasure, But now my hasty match repent,
I doe (as they say) by leasure.
5 HE doth consume & waste my means
in lewd dishonest fashion, Among a crew of Knaues and Queanes
which turnes to my vexation: And if I speake to him,
in kindnesse, to reclaime him, Heele with his girdle lace my skin,
though all the neighbours blame him.
1 Text t'was.