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THE MERCHANT'S DAUGHTER. 335 |
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My torments easie would appeare; My soule with joy shall scale the skies."
When Maudlin heard her lover's moane,
Her eyes with teares, her heart with sorrow filled
was: To speake with him no meanes is knowne, us
Such grievous doome on him did passe.
Then she cast off her lad's attire ;
A maiden's weede upon her back she seemely set;
To the judge's house shee did enquire,
And there shee did a service get. iso
Shee did her duty there so well,
And eke so prudently she did her selfe behave,
With her in love her master fell;
His servant's favour hee doth crave.
"Maudlin," quoth hee, " my heart's delight, 185
To whom my heart is in affection tied, Breed not my death through thy despight; A faithfull friend I will be tryed.
" Grant me thy love, faire maid," quoth hee,
" And at my hands require what thou canst devise, ia>
And I will grant it unto thee,
Whereby thy credit may arise."
" I have a brother, sir," she said,
" For his religion is now condemned to dye :
In loathsome prison hee is layd, ia?
Opprest with griefe and misery. |
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