“ So then, by the Factor, the money was paid,
And under the earth the dead carcase was laid.
⁠When having gone further, by chance he did spy
A beautiful creature just going to die;
A young waiting maid, who strangled must be,
For nothing but striking a Turkish lady.
⁠To think of her dying with grief he was fill'd,
Then rivers of tears, like waters distill'd,
Like streams of a fountain, from her eyes ran down
Her red rosy cheeks, and from thence to the ground. ”

“ To give the first babe that is born unto thee,
When thirty months old, to that court I'll thee bring,
I will not release you without that very thing.
⁠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. ”

“ 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,
Which made the court tremble and fill'd them with fear.
Crying, what shall we do? sure he's not a man,
He will have our darling, do all that we can.
⁠He said, it was promised, and I'll have my due;
There's one babe for me, and another for you,
I will have your first-born, give him to me. ”