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Fair Lady, your ſorrows have not been few,
The Prince now is ſick, I ſuppoſe 'ts for you.
What! is he come home, Sir? that well pleaſeth me,
In a few days his honoured Bride I ſhall be.
Take this diamond ring, and go to him I pray,
The Prince will well know it, I dare to ſay.
Then in to his chamber with ſpeed he did go,
Saying, What is the cauſe of your languiſhing ſo?
'Tis love is the cauſe of my anguish and pain;
A Lady I lov'd, but do fear ſhe is ſlain:
Therefore no Phyſician my life now can ſave,
I'll follow my jewel with tears to the grave.
Then he held the diamond ring ſtraight in his view,
Which made him to cry, Sir, who gave that to you?
Dear Prince, the fair Lady is at my houſe now.
He ſtarted up, Saying, I'm quite well, I vow.
So then to his Mother with ſpeed he did go,
Saying, ſome perſon has been in my chamber I know;
Then ſtraight way ſhe gave him account who they were,
The Prince ſent for them all, who came, I declare.
And unto the Prince they for mercy did crave.
He ſaid, What you chus'd, you ſurely ſhall have;
One hang'd, one burn'd, and one drown'd ſhall be.
So this was the ſorrowful end of the three.
The Prince & his Princeſs with joy ſoon were crown'd,
The muſic dd play, and the trumpets did ſound;
In triumph they were wedded, 'twas a joyful day,
Thus, then, was the time to wash ſorrow away.
The next news he heard, her old Father was dead,
And then of that country queen ſhe was made.
Then they had both nations to rule and defend
And ſo let my tragical comedy end.
FINIS.
