Sayd, Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shott
That I may sitt downe in this company?
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‘Now, Christ’s curse on my head,’ shee said,
‘If I doe trust thee one pennye;’
Then be-spake a good fellowe,
Which sate by Iohn o the Scales his knee.
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Said, Haue thou here, thou heire of Linne,
Forty pence I will lend thee;