The Lovers Tragedy;
OR,
PARENTS Cruelty.
To the Tune of, Charon make hast and Carry me Over.
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A Virgin famd for her Vertue and Beauty,
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Who by her Parents was greatly lovd,
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To whom she paid all obedience and duty,
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never observing to be reprovd:
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A lovely Youth of Reputation
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having her features viewd,
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Was struck with so much love and admiration,
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nothing his thoughts of her could exclude.
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He to her oft did his Passion discover,
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but her consent he could not obtain:
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She answerd, shed not admit of a Lover,
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lest he her Parents good will could gain:
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He to prevail, usd all endeavours
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for to obtain her Friends consent,
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But by no means could pr[ocu]re their favour,
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which filld his heart full of discontent.
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He had made many a fair proprosition,
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But what he offerd they still denyd:
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At last he in a despairing condition,
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thus on his Bed to himself he cryd:
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Pitty my wrongs ye Amrous Powers,
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hear a distressed Lover complain,
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Who upon Earth has but very few hours,
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thus to endure a Nymphs disdain.
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Punish her Parents (ye Gods) for refusing
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a heart so loving, so just and true,
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Which they deserve for severely misusing,
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to be to rmented as bad by you;
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But may the Nymph, so fair and cruel,
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every Worldly Bliss enjoy,
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Sure if the languish I lye in she knew well,
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she with a smile would my care destroy.
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At last he grew to so weak a condition,
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that there was nothing could yield relief,
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Saving the Virgin who was his Physician,
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on whom he calld to redress his Grief.
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Farewell, Oh cruel Nymph, he cryd,
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I now to Elizium must repair!
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Then gave a sigh or two, and so he dyd,
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and thus he was cured of all his care.
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To the fair Virgin this News was soon carried,
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which Message struck her with great surprize;
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She vowing to see him eer he was Buried,
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whom she had slain with her killing Eyes.
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Tos House she fled with expedition,
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as if by Cupids Wings conveyd,
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Asking at door in a sobbing Con[d]ition,
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which was the Room where his Corps was layd,
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She to the Chamber was quickly conducted,
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where in a Shroud on his Bed he lay,
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Which sight so on her unkindness reflected
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that made her sound in the Room away:
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Many there came to her assistance,
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and to her sevral things applyd,
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But Death against them all made such resistance,
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that by the Corps of her Love she dyd.
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When this sad News came to her Parents,
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both in a heavy distraction were,
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Running like mad People, crying and staring,
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for the sad loss of their Daughter fair:
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Tho they prevented their being Marryd
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whilst they were living by their care,
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Yet in one Grave they together were Wedded,
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this was the end of this lovely Pair.
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