The two Unfortunate Lovers;
Or, The Unhappy Marriage.
Being a New Song of the Untimely Deaths of the two Unhappy Lovers; caused by her cruel
Parents, in forcing her to Marry contrary to her Vows.
When Parents they their Children Wed
against their own Consent;
That is the cause by which is bred
such fatal Discontent.
To the Tune of, My Life and my Death. This may be Printed , R. P.
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O Where's my Rosinda? shall I never more
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Behold that bright Beauty whom I did adore;
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I wait at her Window both early and late,
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To see her as usual, but ah! my hard Fate,
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Denys me that Bliss, which makes me to fear,
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That some sad mishap hath befallen my Dear.
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In this silent Grove my Rosinda and I,
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Did vow to each other to love constantly;
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My heart is surprized, for sure I do see
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My dearest lamenting so near unto me:
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O tell me Rosinda , the cause of thy Tears,
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Thy absence hath filled my heart with sad fears.
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Alas! my Almador , my heart is opprest
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With sorrow, so much, that can scarce be exprest:
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My Friends hath enforc'd me my vows for to break,
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Which often to thee in this Grove I did make;
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That I would ne'r Marry with none but my Love,
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But now I am forced unconstant to prove.
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My Parents regardless of all my sad tears,
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Have caus'd me to Marry with one that in years
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Exceeded mine far, but his Riches was great,
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Which caused my Parents Almador to hate:
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Since that I did love you so dearly, that I
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Did hate the Old Miser, and him did deny.
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B Ut oh, all in vain, since the Knot it is ty'd,
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Till Death doth come ease me, and us shall divide;
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For since that I cannot Almador enjoy,
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Kind Death will befriend me my Life to destory:
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Farewel then A [l ]m [a ]dor , my dearest so true,
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Rosinda must bid you for ever adieu,
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Oh! since that my hopes are by Fortune thus crost,
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And I my Rosinda for ever have lost;
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I'le range o're the World, for my heart is opprest,
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With sorrow so great, I can no where find rest:
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Farewel my Rosinda , these words then he spoke,
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Remember the vows that thy Marriage that broke.
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And then in a Ship that was ready to Sail,
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Aboard straight he went, for they had a fine Gale
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Of Wind and on Waves they so swiftly did glide,
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That soon they did Sail in the Ocean so wide:
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But Fortune that seemed at first for to smile,
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Did soon in a moment their hopes all beguile.
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A Storm did arise, and the Ship it was Stav'd,
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Almador was Drowned, there's none could be sav'd;
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Except three poor Seamen i'the Long-Boat did get,
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And Row'd on the Sea till a Ship they did meet;
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which brought them to England where they did relate
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The loss of their Ship, and Almadors sad fate.
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But when this sad News to Rosinda they bear,
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She beat her fair Breasts, and she tore her fine Hair
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Thus crying, Almador lies deep in the Sea,
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O would that Rosinda was Bury'd with thee:
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And thus in sad sorrow she still did complain,
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Since Almador is dead I my Life do disdain.
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Then taking a Dagger, she held out the same,
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And with a full stroke, at her heart she did aim:
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When life was departing, ah! now cryed she,
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I come my Almador , I come unto thee:
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Let this be a pattern of rare Constancy ,
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Rosinda for love of Almador did Dye.
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FINIS.
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