But from her looke A wounde he tooke So deepe, that for a further boone Foregoe me now, come to me foone. But in vayne shee did conjure him Having a thousand tongues to allure him, And but one to bid him Where lippes invite, And eyes delight, goe: And cheekes, as fresh as rose in june, Perfuade delay; What boots to say, 5 10 15 Foregoe me now, come to me foone ? 20 He demands what time for pleasure. Can there be more fit than now: She fayes, night gives love that leisure, He fayes, the fight In Venus' playes Makes bold, fhe fayes; Foregoe me now, come to mee foope. 25 30 But But what promife or profeffion From his hands could purchase scope? Who would fell the sweet poffeffion Of fuche beautye for a hope? Of lingering night Foregoe the present joyes of noone? Her speeches were, Foregoe me now, come to me foone. How, at laft, agreed thefe lovers ? Shee was fayre, and he was young: The tongue may tell what th'eye discovers; Did fhee confent, Or he relent; Accepts hee night, or grants shee noone; Left he her mayd, 35 40 45 Or not; fhe fayd Foregoe me now, come to me foone. 50 XIV. THE XIV. THE LADY ISABELLA'S TRAGEDY. This ballad is given from an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, collated with another in the British Museum, H. 263. folio. It is there intitled, "The Lady "Ifabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's Cruelty: being a relation of a lamentable and cruel murther, committed on the body of the lady Isabella, the only daughter of a "noble duke, &c. To the tune of the Lady's Fall." To fome copies are annexed eight more modern ftanzas, intitled, "The Dutchess's and Cook's Lamentation." HERE was a lord of worthy fame, THE And a hunting he would ride, Attended by a noble traine Of gentrye by his fide. And while he did in chafe remaine, His ladye went, as she did feigne, Unto the church to praye. 5 This This lord he had a daughter deare, Fair Ifabella was the call'd, A creature faire was thee; She was her fathers only joye; Therefore her cruel step-mothèr That daye by daye fhe fought her life, She bargain'd with the mafter-cook, To take her life awaye: And taking of her daughters book, She thus to her did faye. 10 15 20 Go home, fweet daughter, I thee praye, 25 Go haften prefentlìe; And tell unto the mafter-cook Thefe wordes that I tell thee. And bid him dreffe to dinner freight That faire and milk-white doe, 30 There's none fo faire to fhowe. This ladye fearing of no harme, Obey'd her mothers will; And presentlye she hafted home, She ftreight into the kitchen went, And there fhe fpied the mafter-cook, Nowe, mafter-cook, it must be foe, Do that which I thee tell: You needes muft dreffe the milk-white doe, 35 40 Then ftreight his cruell bloodye hands, 45 He on the ladye layd; Who quivering and shaking stands, While thus to her he fayd: Thou art the doe, that I muft dreffe ; |