Jealosie

• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus1Fond woman, whih would'st have thy husband die,
• 2And yet complain'st of his great jealousie;
• 3If swolne with poyson, hee lay in'his last bed,
• Editor’s Note4His body with a sere-barke covered,
• 5Drawing his breath, as thick and short, as can
• 6The nimblest crocheting Musitian,
• 7Ready with loathsome vomiting to spue
• 8His Soule out of one hell, into a new,
• Critical Apparatus9Made deafe with his poore kindreds howling cries,
• 10Begging with few feign'd teares, great legacies,
• 11Thou would'st not weepe, but jolly,'and frolicke bee,
• Critical Apparatus12As a slave, which to morrow should be free;
• 13Yet weep'st thou, when thou seest him hungerly
• 14Swallow his owne death, hearts-bane jealousie.
• 15O give him many thanks, he'is courteous,
• 16That in suspecting kindly warneth us.
• 17Wee must not, as wee us'd, flout openly,
• 18In scoffing ridles, his deformitie;
• pg 1019Nor at his boord together being satt,
• 20With words, nor touch, scarce lookes adulterate.
• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus21Nor when he swolne, and pamper'd with great fare,
• 22Sits downe, and snorts, cag'd in his basket chaire,
• 23Must wee usurpe his owne bed any more,
• 24Nor kisse and play in his house, as before.
• Critical Apparatus25Now I see many dangers; for that is
• 26His realme, his castle, and his diocesse.
• 27But if, as envious men, which would revile
• 28Their Prince, or coyne his gold, themselves exile
• 29Into another countrie,'and doe it there,
• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus30Wee play'in another house, what should we feare?
• 31There we will scorne his houshold policies,
• 32His seely plots, and pensionary spies,
• Editor’s Note33As the inhabitants of Thames right side
• Critical Apparatus34Do Londons Mayor; or Germans, the Popes pride.