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Page 140
Thou wanton young , thou wanton vile , Begone ! my tent no more defile ; Had gypsy seed within thee sprung , No angry word had left my tongue , But thou art a wanton base and lewd , To stain thyself with gentile blood !
Thou wanton young , thou wanton vile , Begone ! my tent no more defile ; Had gypsy seed within thee sprung , No angry word had left my tongue , But thou art a wanton base and lewd , To stain thyself with gentile blood !
Page 141
Methought thou wert very cold and white , and we were journeying together in a fine wagon . Thou blewest a great horn . Then all the dead arose and followed thee , for thou wert their king , and wert clad in a splendid mantle of fine ...
Methought thou wert very cold and white , and we were journeying together in a fine wagon . Thou blewest a great horn . Then all the dead arose and followed thee , for thou wert their king , and wert clad in a splendid mantle of fine ...
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They will say , If thou wert unable to resist the violence of the women , yet shouldest thou have cried for helpe ; Wouldst thou suffer the man to be slaine before thy face and say nothing ? Or why did they not slay thee likewise ?
They will say , If thou wert unable to resist the violence of the women , yet shouldest thou have cried for helpe ; Wouldst thou suffer the man to be slaine before thy face and say nothing ? Or why did they not slay thee likewise ?
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