"Thou hadst seven hundred wives at once, And yet, God wot, three hundred whores "And they made thee forsake thy God, 65 "Hadst thou not bin beside thy wits, Thou wouldst not thus have ventur'd; 70 And therefore I do marvel much How thou this place hast enter'd." "I never heard," quoth Jonas then, 66 So vile a scold as this;" “Thou whore-son, run-away," quoth she, "Thou diddest more amiss." 66 6 They say,"" quoth Thomas, 75 womens tongues 80 "Thou unbelieving wretch," quoth she, "All is not true that's sayd." She came unto the gate; When Mary Magdalen heard her then, Quoth she, "Good woman, you must think Upon your former state. "I grant the same, O Lord," quoth she; But yet the loving father did "So I forgive thy soul," he sayd, I will not thee denye." 135 140 XIII. The Bride's Burial. From two ancient copies in black-letter: one in the Pepys Collection, the other in the British Museum. |