Having been tenant long to a rich lord, Not thriving,
I resolved to be bold, And make a suit unto him, to afford A new small-rented lease, and cancell th' old.
In heaven at his manour I him sought: They told me there, that he was lately gone About some land, which he had dearly bought Long since on earth, to take possession.
I straight return'd, and knowing his great birth, Sought him accordingly in great resorts; In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts:
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of theeves and murderers: there I him espied, Who straight,
Your suit is granted, said, and died.
