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THE WIFE OF BEITH. 13
Mind quoth fhe thy iatter days,
What fool gods thou didfl upfer,
And was fo iewd in venus plays.
Thou didlt thy maker quite forget,
Then Jonas faid Fair maid content you.
It -*ou intend to come to grace,
You mult dree penannee and repent ^ou,
’Ere you^cau come into this place.
Jonas,vquoth s;m, hb;,y (lands the cafe,
How c mie you here to be' with Chrift ?
How dare you look him in the face,
Confidering how you broke your tryft, fee
i'o God’s errand thou withllood him,
And heldit his counfel in difdain,
The corby nieffenger thou plaid’ll him.
And brought no qielTige back again :
With mercy thou waft not content.
When- God the Nivnevites did fpare ;
ilthough the city did'repent.
It gireved thee, thy heart was fore.
Let me alone ^ncl fpeak no more,
Go back into the whale,
But now my heart is alfo fore, .
But yet I hope *1 shall prevail.
Good Jonas faid, Crack on your m,
for here I may no longer tarry ;
Yet knock as long as e’er you will,
And go into a firry farry.
Jonas she lays ye do mifearry.
As i have done in former ti me.
Ye’re not Saint Peter nor Saint Mary,
You’re blot’s ais black as ever mine.

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