“Behold me! thou jilt-flirt! behold me!” he cried,
“You have broken the faith which you gave!
“God grants, that to punish your falsehood and pride,
“Over-eating should give you a pain in your side;
“Come, swallow this rhubarb! I’ll physic the bride,
“And send her well dosed to the grave!”
Thus saying, the physic her throat he forc’d down,
In spite of whate’er she could say,
Then bore to his chariot the damsel so brown;
Nor ever again was she seen in that town,