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In earth they laid her then,

For hungry wormes a preye;
So fhall the fairest face alive

At length be brought to claye.

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XIII.

DULCINA.

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Given from two ancient copies, one in black-print, in the Pepys collection; the other in the Editor's folio MS. of thefe contained a stanza not found in the other. feemed the best readings were felected from both.

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This fong is quoted as very popular in Walton's Compleat Angler, chap. 2. It is more ancient than the ballad of ROBIN GOOD-FELLOW printed below, which yet is fuppofed to have been written by Ben. Fonfon.

S at noone Dulcina rested

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In her sweete and fhady bower;

Came a fhepherd, and requested

In her lapp to fleepe an hour.

But from her looke

A wounde he tooke

Soe deepe, that for a further boone

The nymph he prayes.

Wherto fhee fayes,

Forgoe me now, come to me foone.

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But in vayne fhee did conjure him

To depart her presence soe;

Having a thousand tongues to allure him,
And t one to bid him goe:
Where lipps invite,

And eyes delight,

And cheekes, as fresh as rofe in june,
Perfuade delay;

What boots, the fay,

Forgoe me now, come to me foone?

He demands what time for pleasure

Can there be more fit than now:

She fayes, night gives love that leyfure,
Which the day can not allow.

He fayes, the fight

'Improves delight.

'Which the denies: Nights mirkie noone

In Venus' playes

Makes bold, fhee fayes;

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Forgoe me now, come to mee foone.

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But what promife or profeffion

From his hands could purchase scope?

Who would fell the sweet pofleffion

Of fuche beautye for a hope?

Or for the fight

Of lingering night

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Forgoe

Foregoe the prefent joyes of noone?
Though ne'er foe faire

Her speeches were,

Forgoe me now, come to me foone.

How, at last, agreed thefe lovers ?

Shee was fayre, and he was young:

The tongue may tell what th'eye discovers;
Joyes unfeene are never fung.

Did fhee confent,

Or he relent;

Accepts he night, or grants fhee noone;

Left he her a mayd,

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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 Mufeum, H. 263. folio. It is there intitled, "The Lady Ifabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's Cruelty: being 66 a relation of a lamentable and cruel murther, committed on the body of the lady Ifabella, the only daughter of a "noble duke, &c. To the tune of, The Lady's Fall." To fome copies are annexed eight more modern fianzas, intitled, "The Dutchess's and Cook's Lamentation."

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HERE was a lord of worthy faine,
And a hunting he would ride,

Attended by a noble traine

Of gentrye by his fide.

And while he did in chase remaine,
To fee both sport and playe;
His ladye went, as fhe did feigne,
Unto the church to praye.

This lord he had a daughter deare,
Whose beauty fhone fo bright,

She was belov'd, both far and neare,

Of many a lord and knight.

Fair Ifabella was she call'd,

A creature faire was thee;

She was her fathers only joye;
As you shall after see.

Therefore her cruel step-mothèr

Did envye her so much;

That daye by daye fhe fought her life,

Her malice it was fuch.

She bargain'd with the mafter-cook,

To take her life

awaye:

And taking of her daughters book,

She thus to her did faye.

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Go home, fweet daughter, I thee praye,

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Go haften prefentlie;

And tell unto the mafter-cook

These wordes that I tell thee.

And bid him dreffe to dinner freight
That faire and milk-white doe,

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Her meffage for to tell;

And there the fpied the mafter-cook,

Who did with malice fwell.

Nowe, master-cook, it must be foe,

Do that which I thee tell:

You needes muft dreffe the milk-white doe,
Which you do knowe full well.

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