“Shame I can bear,” she cried, “and want sustain,
But will not see this guilty wretch again:”
For all was lost, and he with many a tear
Confess’d the fault - she turning scorn’d to hear.
To legal claims he yielded all his worth.
But small the portion, and the wrong’d were wroth,
Nor to their debtor would a part allow;
And where to live he know not - knew not how.
The Wife a cottage found, and thither went
The suppliant man, but she would not relent: