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Thou kindest of thy Sex, the Day comes on,
Too soon you won me, and too soon we pift.
.... <' -.• r • V ••• '*'. , vu» r Now Allen Ibftly feeling for his Bed, '.. . By chance his Hand laid on the Cradle-head, And shrinking. from it, said (with no small Fear) That Rogue the Miller, and his Wife lie there/ Turning, he finds Sim\ Palate, in he crept;' I'm right, he fays, dull John all Night has slept. Thenshaking him—Wake Swineherd, Allen cries, I've joyful Ne ws—W hat ? grumbling, Sim replies, l am the luckiest Rogue—by this No Light, t have had full Employment all the Night. The Daughter kindly paid her Father's Score, All Night I have embrac'dher—O the Whore! 0 thou false Tray tor, Clerke/ Thou hast defiTd Our honest Family, deflower'd our Child! Thy Life shall answer it;—with that he caught At Allen's Throat; young Allen stoutly fought. Both give and take, returning Blows with Blows; Efot dllen stroke the Miller on the Nose: :« • . With With all his force; out flies the streaming Gore,
And down it runs. They tumble on the Floor;
Then up they get, labouring with equal Strife:
Shn stumbled backward quite a-crosshis Wife.
She fast a-fleep, none of this Scuffle heard »
Wak'd by his Fall, and heartily afraid! *
Help holy Cross of Broholmel (OI faint)
Help my good}Angel! Help my ^Patron Saint)
fThe Fiend lies on me like a Load of Lead!
Remove this Devil, this Night-Mare, orrmdead!
Then up starts John, and turns 'em from the W ife,
Hunts for a Cudgel to conclude the Strife.
Up gets the Miller, Allen grasps him close,
Both play at hard-head, strugling to get loose.
Out steps the Wife, well knowing where there
In a by-corner, a tough piece of Wood• , On this stie scisM, and by a glimm'ring Light Which enter'd at a Chink saw something white.
But, by a foul Mistake* 'twas her ill hap
Strong was the Blow, she knock'd her Husband
Pleas'd with the strange Adventures of the Night.
The Wife the Scholars curses, binds his Head, Then lifts him up, and lays him on the Bed.' O Wife, fays Sim> our Daughter is defil'd, That Villain Allen has debauch'd our Child.; Mistaking me for John, he told me all; Ten thousand Furies plague that Scholars-Hall!
0 false abusive Knave! (the Wife reply'd)
In ev'ryi Word the Villain spake he ly'd. ', ,t
1 wak'd, and heard our harmless Child complain $
All was Contrivance, Malice all and Spightj:
'As pure and spotless as thy Bosom Wife.
Tm satisfied* fays Sim. O that damn'd Hall! t