I supt with her that night, With joys that did abound; And for the same paid presently, 115 In money twice three pound.
An hundred kisses then, For my farewel she gave; Crying, Sweet Barnwell, when shall I Again thy company have? 120
O stay not hence too long, Sweet George, have me in mind. Her words bewicht my childishness, She uttered them so kind:
So that I made a vow, 125 Next Sunday without fail, With my sweet Sarah once again To tell some pleasant tale.
When she heard me say so, The tears fell from her eye; 130 O George, quoth she, if thou dost fail, Thy Sarah sure will dye.
Though long, yet loe! at last, The appointed day was come, That I must with my Sarah meet; 135 Having a mighty sum
Of money in my hand,[426] Unto her house went I, Whereas my love upon her bed In saddest sort did lye. 140
What ails my heart's delight, My Sarah dear? quoth I; Let not my love lament and grieve, Nor sighing pine, and die.
But tell me, dearest friend, 145 What may thy woes amend, And thou shalt lack no means of help, Though forty pound I spend.
With that she turn'd her head, And sickly thus did say, 150 Oh me, sweet George, my grief is great, Ten pound I have to pay
Unto a cruel wretch; And God he knows, quoth she, I have it not. Tush, rise, I said, 155 And take it here of me.
Ten pounds, nor ten times ten, Shall make my love decay. Then from my bag into her lap, I cast ten pound straightway. 160
All blithe and pleasant then, To banqueting we go; She proffered me to lye with her, And said it should be so.
And after that same time, 165 I gave her store of coyn, Yea, sometimes fifty pound at once; All which I did purloyn.
And thus I did pass on; Until my master then 170 Did call to have his reckoning in Cast up among his men.
The which when as I heard, I knew not what to say: For well I knew that I was out 175 Two hundred pound that day.
Then from my master straight I ran in secret sort; And unto Sarah Millwood there My case I did report. 180
"But how she us'd this youth, In this his care and woe, And all a strumpet's wiley ways, The SECOND PART may showe."
Young Barnwell comes to thee, Sweet Sarah, my delight; I am undone unless thou stand My faithful friend this night.
Our master to accompts, 5 Hath just occasion found; And I am caught behind the hand, Above two hundred pound: