Be good unto my boy and girl, No friendes else have they here: To God and you I recommend My children deare this daye; But little while be sure we have Within this world to staye. You must be father and mother both, God knowes what will become of them, With that bespake their mother deare, You are the man must bring our babes To wealth or miserie: And if you keep them carefully, Then God will you reward; But if you otherwise should deal, They kist their children small: 'God bless you both, my children deare;' With that the teares did fall. These speeches then their brother spake To this sicke couple there, The parents being dead and gone, The children home he takes, And bringes them straite unto his house, He had not kept these pretty babes A twelvemonth and a daye, But, for their wealth, he did devise To make them both awaye. He bargain'd with two ruffians strong, That they should take these children young, And slaye them in a wood. He told his wife an artful tale, He would the children send To be brought up in faire Londòn, Away then went those pretty babes, Rejoycing with a merry minde, They should on cock-horse ride. To those that should their butchers be, So that the pretty speeche they had, Yet one of them more hard of heart, So here they fall to strife; With one another they did fight, About the childrens life : And he that was of mildest mood, He took the children by the hand, And bade them straitwaye follow him, And two long miles he ledd them on, 'Staye here,' quoth he, 'I'll bring you bread, These pretty babes, with hand in hand, Went wandering up and downe; But never more could see the man Approaching from the town: Their prettye lippes with black-berries, And when they sawe the darksome night, Thus wandered these poor innocents, No burial [this] pretty [pair] Of any man receives, Ver. 125, these . . babes, P.P. 100 105 110 115 120 125 Till Robin-red-breast piously Did cover them with leaves. And now the heavy wrathe of God 130 Yea, fearfull fiends did haunt his house, His conscience felt an hell: His barnes were fir'd, his goodes consum'd, His cattle dyed within the field, And nothing with him stayd. And in a voyage to Portugal Two of his sonnes did dye; And to conclude, himselfe was brought He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land And now at length this wicked act The fellowe, that did take in hand Such was God's blessed will: As here hath been display'd: Their uncle having dyed in gaol, Where he for debt was layd. You that executors be made, And overseers eke Of children that be fatherless, And infants mild and meek; 135 140 145 150 155 Take you example by this thing, 160 XIX. A LOVER OF LATE. Printed, with a few slight corrections, from the Editor's folio MS. For Cupid would have it soe, I sighed and sobbed, and cryed, alas! Then knew not I what to doe, When I saw itt was in vaine A lady soe coy to wooe, Who gave me the asse soe plaine: Yet would I her asse freelye bee, Soe shee would helpe, and beare with mee. An' I were as faire as shee, Or shee were as kind as I, What payre cold have made, as wee, I was as kind as shee was faire, Paire with her that will for mee, 5 10 15 20 |