THE
wandring PRINCE
and PRINCESS
Or, Musidorus and Amadine, both of Royal Prognty, who being unfortunatelyseperated by means of their Parents disagreeing; as fortunately met in aDesert, while they both resolved never to cease from searching, till they
had found out each other.
In shady Deserts where was none
but Beasts to hear these Lovers moan,
There these faithful Lovers met,
Their Marriage day was quickly set.
Tune, Young Phaon.
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WHen Musidorus fell in love
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with Amadine most fair,
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Her Father cross to him did prove,
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which causd him to despair,
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And for to ease his troubled mind
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he wandred in disguise,
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Hoping he might soon comfort find,
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yet tears dropt from his eyes.
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Alas (quoth he) what shall I do,
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I am unfortunate,
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And though my Love is firm and true
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I meet with Rigid fate,
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For she who is my hearts delight,
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her Father is my foe,
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Which causes me to take my flight,
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now to the woods I go-
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In woods and deserts ile reside,
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since my poor Amadine
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Whom once I thought to make my bride,
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she must not now be mine,
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My fathers Court I quite forsake
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never again to see,
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For love my heart will surely break
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my dear ile dye for thee,
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Thus went this wandring Prince to seek
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throughout the deserts wide,
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Some secret place where he might keep
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and secretly abide,
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At last he did a Shepherd turn
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still minding of his flocks,
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Which causd his Amadine to mourn
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and tear her golden Locks,
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Alas, alas this Princess cryd
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has he forsaken me,
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Who I did think could ner abide
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where I should absent be,
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Some sudden change possest his brest
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that makes him prove unkind,
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Whilst Amadine can take no rest
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to ease her love sick heart.
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Thus Amadine whose troubled mind
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was sorely filld with grief,
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For want of Musidorus pind,
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and could find no Relief;
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Then she a Resolution took
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what ere did her betide,
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Her Prince so dear she would go look
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throughout the world so wide.
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And privately away she went,
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to all her friends unknown,
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To give her troubled mind content
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she wandred all alone?
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Until she came into a place
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where Savage beasts alone
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Were known in numbers to increase,
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and thus she made her moan.
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Ah! hapless wretch quoth she I am
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of Lovers, yea, the worst,
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While some delight to feel loves flame
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I think my self accurst;
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Yet will I never rest till I
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find out this Prince of mine,
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Who strangely and so privately
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forsook his Amadine.
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A shower of tears then trickled down
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from her bright shining eyes,
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Whose beauty did the deserts crown,
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whose sighs then filld the Skies;
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And Musidorus being near,
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did chance to hear her voice,
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Though first he was possest with fear,
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at last he did rejoyce.
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Certain it is quoth he the Tongue
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of my poor Amadine,
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To whom I have done too much wrong,
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which grieves this soul of mine;
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To her sad heart I will give ease
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since she is in distress,
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For love is such a strange disease
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no Tongue can well express-
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To Amadine he then appeard,
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who startled was to see,
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She was by any over heard
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and in a sound fell she:
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But her dear Prince with kisses sweet
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brought her again to life,
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That meeting was to them most sweet,
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he made her soon his wife.
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