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the merchant's daughter. 333
Thus to the sea faire Maudlin is gone
With her gentle master; God send them a merry wind;
Where wee a while must let them alone,
Till you the second part doe find.
THE SECOND PART.
" Welcome, sweete Maudlin, from the sea, 125
Where bitter stormes and tempests doe arise:
The plesant bankes of Italy
Wee may behold with mortal eyes."
" Thankes, gentle master," then quoth shee;
" A faithfull friend in sorrow hast thou beene ; ia>
If fortune once doth smile on mee,
My thankfull heart shall well bee seene.
" Blest be the land that feedes my love ! Blest be the place where as his person doth abide I No triall will I sticke to prove, 135
Whereby my true love may be tride.
" Nowe will I walke with joyful heart,
To viewe the towne where as my darlinge doth re-
maine, And seeke him out in every part, Untill I doe his sight attaine." no
" And I," quoth he, " will not forsake Sweete Maudlin in her sorrow up and downe: In wealth and woe thy part He take, And bring thee safe to Padua towne."