They wouldë that their husbands shouldë be Hardy, 3730 and wise, and rich, and thereto free, And buxom 3731 to his wife, and fresh in bed. But, by that ilkë 3732 Lord that for us bled, For his honoúr myself for to array, On Sunday next I mustë needës pay A hundred francs, or ellës am I lorn. 3733 Yet were me lever 3734 that I were unborn, Than me were done slander or villainý. And if mine husband eke might it espy, I were but lost; and therefore I you pray, Lend me this sum, or ellës must I dey. 3735 Dan John, I say, lend me these hundred francs; Pardie, I will not failë you, my thanks,