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On which three wives fucceffively had twin'd 395
For better fruit did never orchard bear.
Give me fome flip of this moft blissful tree,
Then how two wives their lord's deftruction prove Thro' hatred one, and one thro' too much love; That for her husband mix'd a pois'nous draught, And this for luft an am'rous philtre bought : The nimble juice foon feiz'd his giddy head, 405 Frantic at night, and in the morning dead.
How some with swords their fleeping lords have flain,
And fome have hammer'd nails into their brain, And fome have drench'd them with a deadly potion; All this he read, and read with great devotion. 410 Long time I heard, and fwell'd, and blush'd, and frown'd;
But when no end of these vile tales I found, When still he read, and laugh'd, and read again, And half the night was thus confum'd in vain; Provok'd to vengeance, three large leaves I tore 415 And with one buffet fell'd him on the floor.
With that my husband in a fury rose,
I groan'd, and lay extended on my fide;
Oh! thou haft flain me for my wealth (I cry'd)420
He wept, kind foul! and ftoop'd to kiss
I took to heart the merits of the cause,
And stood content to rule by wholesome laws; 430