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I stood by his bedside.

Something less foul it was than dung;

'Twas straw half rotten; yet, he as a Christian died.

And sorely hath remorse his conscience wrung.

"Wretch that I was," quoth he, with parting breath,

"So to forsake my business and my wife!

Ah! the remembrance is my death.

Could I but have her pardon in this life!"—

MARTHA (weeping)

Dear soul! I've long forgiven him, indeed!