The Lady's Tragedy,
OR,
The Languishing Lamentation of a London Merchant's Daughter; who
dy'd for Love of a Linnen Draper.
To the Tune of, The Ring of Gold. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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WHy is my love unkind?
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why do's he leave me?
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Why do's he change his mind,
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and strive to grieve me?
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He hath some fair One found,
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this I discover,
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And therefore seeks to wound
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his Loyal Lover.
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II.
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I call'd to mind the Vow
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which once he made me;
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Can he forget it now
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and thus degrade me?
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Yes like a Wretch he can
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and flatter many,
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There's no belief in Man,
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no not in any.
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III.
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They Serpent-like deceive
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young silly Women;
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Who can there Oaths believe,
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since it is common
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For them to swear and lye
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when they are Brewing
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The grandest Villany
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to prove our Ruine?
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IV.
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When at my feet he fell,
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and did implore me,
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His sorrows to expel,
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seem'd to adore me;
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I out of meer good will
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bemoan'd his Ditty,
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Kind Hearts must suffer still;
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the more's the pity.
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V.
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While he sad sighs did fetch,
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just as if dying,
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His hand to me he'd stretch
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often replying,
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Your Rocky Heart of stone
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feels no relenting,
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Though for your sake alone
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I lye lamenting.
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VI.
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Down from his melting eyes
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Tears they were flowing,
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As he with feign'd Cryes
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said I am going
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To the Elizium Shade
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where Lovers wander,
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Whose lives have been betray'd,
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Hearts rent in sunder.
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VII.
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This said, My heart did bleed,
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and melt within me;
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To him I ran with speed,
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his words did win me:
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Streightway I granted Love,
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and pledges gave him;
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Rather than guilty prove,
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I'd dye to save him.
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VIII.
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Thus from his wretched state
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did I restore him;
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But O unhappy Fate!
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I fall before him;
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In Chains of Love I lye,
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loaden with anguish;
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Now let me, let me die
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why should I languish!
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IX.
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Why did I not, when born,
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my Breath surrender,
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Rather than bear the scorn
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of my pretender!
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The torment which I feel
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this very hour,
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Alas! I would conceal,
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but ha'n't the power.
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X.
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The News to him will goe,
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how I Lamented;
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Which he should never know,
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could I prevent it?
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He that could cringe and bow
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first to enjoy me,
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Then strive and study how
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he might destroy me.
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XI.
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Farewell my Parents Dear,
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Father and Mother;
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You'le loose your Darling dear,
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though you have no other;
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Yet never weep for me,
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since I am going
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Where joys shall ever be
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like Fountains flowing.
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FINIS.
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