45 How, at last, agreed these lovers? Shee was fayre, and he was young: The tongue may tell what th'eye discovers; Joyes unseene are never sung. Did shee consent, Or he relent; Accepts he night, or grants shee noone; Left he her a mayd, Or not; she sayd Forgoe me now, come to me soone. VOL. III. 27 50 50 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 Isabella's Tragedy, or the Step-Mother's "Cruelty being a relation of a lamentable and cruel "murther, committed on the body of the lady Isa"bella, the only daughter of a noble Duke, &c. To "the tune of, The Lady's Fall." To some copies are annexed eight more modern stanzas, intitled, "The Dutchess's and Cook's Lamentation." THERE was a lord of worthy fame, Of gentrye by his side. And while he did in chase remaine, This lord he had a daughter deare, 5 10 Therefore her cruel step-mothèr Did envye her so much, That daye by daye she sought her life, Her malice it was such. She bargain'd with the master-cook, To take her life awaye: And taking of her daughters book, 15 20 She thus to her did saye. Go home, sweet daughter, I thee praye, 25 Go hasten presentlie; And tell unto the master-cook These wordes that I tell thee. And bid him dresse to dinner streight This ladye fearing of no harme, And presentlye she hasted home, 30 35 She streight into the kitchen went, Her message for to tell; And there she spied the master-cook, Nowe, master-cook, it must be soe, Do that which I thee tell : You needes must dresse the milk-white doe, 40 O then, cried out the scullion-boye, As loud as loud might bee; 50 O save her life, good master-cook, 55 For pityes sake do not destroye My ladye with your knife; For Christes sake save her life. 60 I will not save her life, he sayd, Nor make my pyes of thee; Yet if thou dost this deed bewraye, Now sit you downe, his ladye sayd, O sit you downe to meat: 70 With a loud voice so hye: If now you will your daughter see, Wherein her fleshe is minced small, And parched with the fire; All caused by her step-mother, Who did her death desire. 80 |