The True Lovers Cruel Tragedy;
Declaring the Misgortune of a Young Gentleman and his Lady that Kill'd themselves both for Love, under the
borrowed Names of Mirtillus and Lucretia.
It being a New Song Sung at the Kings Theatre.
To a Pleasant New Play House Tune.
OR, Methinks the Poor Town has been Troubled too Long.
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LEt True Lovers all our Fortunes Rehearse,
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And strow their kind wishes upon our sad Hearse,
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The Lovely Mirtillus (alas) is no more,
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And Fairest Lucretia went to heaven before:
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The Nymph so Divine and the Shepherd so sweet,
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Lye peaceably sleeping in Deaths winding-sheet.
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Lucretia the Young, the Lovely, and Fair,
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A Potion of Poyson does sadly prepare,
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The Fatal sad Cup she takes in her hand,
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And with a Pale look, said thus Fate I comand;
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Upon the loud Name of Mirtillus she cry'd,
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Then clos'd up her Beauteous eye-lids and dy'd.
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But as Fair Lucretia lay on the ground,
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A Lovely sweet Virgin in Deaths deepest sound,
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To see his True Love Mirtillus then came,
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With hopes that he might her dear promise then claim;
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He prays his fair Love to arise, but in vain,
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Not thinking the Lovely Lucretia was Slain.
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Arise up Fair Nymph from off the dull Earth,
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My Dearest Lucretia [?]
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Thy True Love Mirtillus to thee often [b]o[w?]s.
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In hopes to obtain the blest fruit of his vows.
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But soon he cry'd out, what alas do I see,
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Cold Death has destroy'd my kind Mistris and me.
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Mirtillus then cry'd, in thy lovely arms,
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I'le sleep and embrace thee although in deaths charms,
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Those Cypress sad wreaths that adorn all the dead,
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Shall Crown like a Garland thy true Lovers head,
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E're Phebus this fatal sad evening shall see,
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unto the blest shades I will hasten to thee.
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In Loves sweet Elizium we'l rest void of care,
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Where Lovers nor fate, nor ill fortune need fear,
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And in those fair Fields and delightful sweet Grove,
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We'l walk undisturbed, and enjoy what we Love;
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No tempest of fortune can frown on our head,
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Such ease in those shades are reserv'd for the Dead.
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With that his Keen Sword he put to his breast,
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And cry'd Fair Lucretia with thee now I'le rest,
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The soul of Mirtillus a passage has found,
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Unto the blest shades by a gentle sweet wound;
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Though Lovers on earth are constrained to part,
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To gentle Elizium they only depart.
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There Lovers by our Example may see,
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What Bliss is reserved for true Constancy;
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Mirtillus for Fair Lucretia thus dy'd,
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Whom he upon earth could not have for a Bride;
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Such historys seldom on Records are found,
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That youths & young maids for true love themselves wound.
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FINIS.
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