And once he thought to take
His father by the way,
But that he fear'd his master had
Took order for his stay[428]. 120
Unto his uncle then
He rode with might and main,
Who with a welcome and good cheer,
Did Barnwell entertain.
One fortnight's space he stayed, 125
Until it chanced so,
His uncle with his cattle did
Unto a market go.
His kinsman rode with him,
Where he did see right plain, 130
Great store of money he had took:
When coming home again,
Sudden within a wood,
He struck his uncle down,
And beat his brains out of his head; 135
So sore he crackt his crown.
Then seizing fourscore pound,
To London straight he hyed,
And unto Sarah Millwood all
The cruell fact descryed. 140
Tush,'tis no matter, George,
So we the money have
To have good cheer in jolly sort,
And deck us fine and brave.
Thus lived in filthy sort, 145
Until their store was gone:
When means to get them any more,
I wis, poor George, had none.
Therefore in railing sort,
She thrust him out of door: 150
Which is the just reward of those,
Who spend upon a whore.
O! do me not disgrace
In this my need, quoth he
She call'd him thief and murderer, 155
With all the spight might be: