And, now no more obedient lover,
Used language really quite past bearing
(He always was too prone to swearing),
Swore I no more his wealth should sponge on,
And clapt me in a dirty dungeon.
And then, his wrath no way abating,
My ladies—five of them—in waiting
He also sent there—scarce politely—
And tho' they've not behaved quite rightly,
They scarcely have in crime abounded