Thou art the doe, that I must dreffe; See here, behold my knife; For it is pointed presently To ridd thee of thy life. O then, cried out the fcullion-boye, As loud as loud might bee; O fave her life, good mafter-cook, And make your pyes of mee! For pityes fake do not destroye My ladye with your knife; I will not fave her life, he fayd, Yet if thou dot this deed bewraye, Thy butcher I will bee. If now you will your daughter fee, Wherein her fleshe is minced small, And curfed bee the mafter-cook, O curfed may he bee! I proffered him my own hearts blood, From death to fet her free. Then all in blacke this lord did mourne; And for his daughters fake, He judged her cruell ftep-mothèr To be burnt at a flake. Likewife he judg'd the mafter-cook In boiling lead to stand; And made the fimple fcullion-boye The heire of all his land. XV. A HUE AND CRY AFTER CUPID. This Song is a kind of Translation of a pretty poem of Talo's, called Amore fuggitivo, generally printed with his AMINTA, and originally imitated from the firft Idyllium of Mofchus. One It is extracted from Ben Jonfon's Mafque at the marriage of lord viscount Hadington, on Shrove-Tuesday 1608. ftanza full of dry mythology is here omitted, as it had been dropt in a copy of this fong printed in a small volume called "Le Prince d'amour. Lond. 1660," 8vo. B EAUTIES, have yee feen a toy, Shee, that will but now difcover How and where herfelfe would with: Markes he hath about him plentie ; I 5 10 All All his body is a fire, And his breath a flame entire: Which, being fhot, like lightning, in, Wings he hath, which though yee clip, Truft him not: his words, though sweet, Seldome with his heart doe meet: All his practice is deceit ; Everie gift is but a bait : 40 Not Not a kiffe but poyfon beares; And most treafon's in his teares. Idle minutes are his raigne; Then the ftraggler makes his gaine, By presenting maids with toyes And would have yee thinke hem joyes; To have all childish as himselfe. 45 If by these yee please to know him, ૬૦ Though yee had a will to hide him, Now, we hope, yee'le not abide him Since yee heare this falfer's play, XVI. THE KING OF FRANCE's DAUGHTER. The ftory of this Ballad feems to be taken from an incident in the domeftic hiftory of Charles the Bald, king of France. His daughter Judith was betrothed to Ethelwulph king of England: but before the marriage was confummated, Ethelwulph died, and he returned to France: whence he was carried off by Baldwyn, Forefter of Flanders; who, after many croffes and difficulties, at length obtained the king's confent to their marriage, and was made Earl of Flanders. This happened about A. D. 863.-See Rapin, Henault, and the French Hiftorians, VOL. III. M The |