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The lady burſt out in a ſhower of tears,
And ſaid, honoured Father, you're ſtricken in years,
And can have but ſhort time on earth to remain,
'Tis Satan's temptations puts this in your brain.
Prepare for your end, as your ſtrength doth decay,
And ſo drive the thoughts of the Devil away;
Let no ſuch vain fancies enter into your head,
That your ſoul may live when your body is dead.
True love for my Father, I bear in my heart,
And will be obedient in every part;
But rather than have you, I'll chuſe for to die,
So talk no more of it, dear Father, O fy!
Dear child thou art like the ſweet innocent dove,
Yet thy charming beauty conſines me to love:
Except thou wilt have me, thy life I will take,
And afterwards murder myſelf for your fake.
PART II
To the ſecond part give attention, I pray,
Which ſhows how the lady contrived a way,
To deceive her old Father, by her crafty ſkill,
Saying, give me four things and your mind I'll fulfill.
He ſaid, My dear jewel, your will you ſhall have,
In any thing you can deſire or crave;
They were four hard requeſts, you well may ſuppoſe
The firſt three ſhe named, were three ſuits of clothes.
The firſt ſuit reſembling the ſtars in the ſkies,
The next of the clouds that before the wind flies;
The third is a garment moſt coſtly and rare,
Of every bird that doth fly in the air.
The other thing that I to aſk will preſume,
Is a Golden Bull, to ſtand in my room.
I will get them for you, my jewel he ſaid,
If poſſible all theſe fine things can be made.
