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,
lame,
dragging the accused on a rope.
What a shame personal bravery is. Suspecting
everything
but its own heart. Much better a
widow than
a former, I suppose.
So, just in case, keep rope.
Mary or
Heather or
Anne will lay weight on
your fool. Pretty wretch!
Then wine,
then pistol,
biting cries then
silence.
She can’t escape without her eyes!
He means
to bury himself deep
in your bed,
where you may find happiness
tomorrow,
but
the rope!
A whore will steal everything but!
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