“For if you be living, or if you be dead,
“I swear, ’pon my honor, that none in your stead
“Shall husband of Sally Green be.
“And if e’er for another my heart should decide,
“False to you and the faith which I gave,
“God grant that at dinner too amply supply’d,
“Over-eating may give me a pain in my side;
“May your ghost then bring rhubarb to physic the bride,
“And send her well dos’d to the grave.”
Away went poor Giles, to what place is not told;