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Three Ladies came there, and deſired to view
Her ſon's Golden Bull, and did make much ado:
The old lady thinking no harm there might be,
Admitted them up, this fine Bull for to ſee.
As ſoon as they came up, and ſaw this fine light,
They ſaid, in this Bull he may take delight;
The Goldſmith that made it, ſure had crafty ſkill,
Come, let us go down, our view's done it no ill.
To ſtrike it, ſaid one, full reſolved I be;
The reſt had a mind, ſo they ſtruck it all three
Thing it was the Prince that gave 3 knocks there,
The beautiful Lady came forth, I declare.
Said they, we have waited to ſee the beſt fight,
For in this baſe harlot the Prince takes delight,
Therefore ſhe ſhall die, like a harlot, with pain:
So all theſe diſputed how the might be ſlain.
The firſt ſaid, I think it fit to hang her with ſpeed.
The ſecond, ſaid No, we will drown her indeed,
The laſt of the three, then, this anſwer return'd.
If I had my mind, ſhe with ſpeed ſhould be burn'd.
The other two ſaid, No, that shall not be done,
(For near to the window a river did run)
They toſs'd her out headlong, ſhe ſwam to a tree,
Where ſhe liv'd three days, & no perſon could ſee.
A ſuit of fine clothes this Lady had on;
A maid went for water, and ſoon back did run,
Her maſter ſaid, what makes your countnance change?
Sir, there is a ſign that is wondrous ſtrange.
The gentleman ran with all ſpeed that might be,
Where he ſaw the Lady fit upon the tree;
He went with a boat, and got her in his arms,
And was almoſt raviſh'd with her beauteous charms
The gentleman to her theſe words expreſs,
Lady, how came you to be in this diſtreſs?
She told him her ſorrows, from firſt to the laſt,
Saying, Now I know all my ſorrows are paſt.
