Shy. cost me two thousand ducats in Franckford, the curse ne
Shy. uer fell vpon our Nation till now, I neuer felt it till now,
Shy.
two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, preci
Shy. and the iewels in her eare: would she were hearst at my
Shy. foote, and the duckets in her coffin: no newes of them,
Shy. why so? and I know not how much is spent in the search:
Shy. ction, no reuenge, nor no ill luck stirring but what lights
Shy. a my shoulders, no sighes but a my breathing, no teares