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Upon the road he chanc’d to find,
And ask’d to borrow full five pound.
At this the Knight laught out amain,
And said, When will you pay’t again?
He answer’d, Sir, you shall be paid,
When I am Burgo-master made
Of Venice, which will be my lot,
The Noble Knight away he got,
And laugh’d to see him in that trim,
But yet the Coachman lent it him.
This being done, away he went
To Venice, where some time he spent,
To view the palace rich and gay,
And then to Burgo’s went away,
Who kept a house to entertain
All kind of guests———as it is plain;
He call’d for wine and liquor frec,
Though in a wretched garb was he.
PART II.
THIS soldier was a gallant blade,
And while in pleasure there he stay'd;
Behold a ’Squire who lived near,
Courted the Burgo’s Daughter dear.
Now as he kept her company,
One day the soldier fitting by,
Feigning asleep, did overhear
Their private talk as will appear.
Part of this amorous chat was this,
My dear sweet love the charming bliss,
Let me enjoy this self-same night,
The damsel told him that he might,
If he would to her chamber creep,
When all the house were fast asleep,
About the hour of twelve o’clock,
