In case of necessity, hang your husband.
Your pistol might misfire, but prevent.
It will happen, poor turtle!
Your slow shoes will be suspicious; sluggish,
dragging the accused on a rope.
What a shame personal bravery is. Suspecting
but its own heart. Much better a
a former, I suppose.
So, just in case, keep rope.
Anne will lay weight on
your fool. Pretty wretch!
biting cries then
She can’t escape without her eyes!
to bury himself deep
in your bed,
where you may find happiness
A whore will steal everything but!