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The Factor consider'd that thing would cause grief,
And without it for him there was no relief,
He cried, life is sweet, and my life for to save,
Carry me to that place and your will you shall have,
So soon he was carried to the eourt, and when
He came to the gates, he saw his lady, then
Looking out of her window; who seeing him there,
From sorrow to joy transported they were.
He into the court then with joy was receiv'd,
Where his lady met him, who for him had griev'd,
And said, My dear jewel, my joy, and my dear,
O, where have you tarry'd? I pray let me hear.
Where so long he tarry'd he then did relate,
And by what means he came to her father's gate;
He said, I was thrown overboard in my sleep,
I think 'twas the captain threw me into the deep.
With that, the Captain was sent for with speed,
And hearing the Factor was come there indeed,
To show himself guilty, like a cruel knave,
Leapt into the ocean which proved his grave.
Next day with great joy and triumph we find,
This Factor and Lady in marriage were join'd,
And within the compass and space of three years,
They had a fine son and daughter we hear.
The son was the first born, a perfect beauty,
And was well beloved of the whole family:
When thirty months old came the man for his child,
Who released the Factor from the desert isle.
When the Factor saw him, his eyes they did flow,
Then gave his lady and parents to know,
He was forced to make that promise only,
In the desert isle, lest he with hunger I should die.
With a grim look the old man did appear,
