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And while he did in chase remaine,
To see both sport and playe;
His ladye went, as she did feigne,
Unto the church to praye.

She bargain'd with the master-cook,

To take her life awaye:

And taking of her daughters book,

She thus to her did saye.

Go home, sweet daughter, I thee praye,

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Go hasten presentlie;

And tell unto the master-cook

These wordes that I tell thee.

And bid him dresse to dinner streight

That faire and milk-white doe,
That in the parke doth shine so bright,
There's none so faire to showe.

This ladye fearing of no harme,

Obey'd her mothers will;

And presentlye she hasted home,

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Her pleasure to fulfill.

She streight into the kitchen went,
Her message for to tell;

And there she spied the master-cook,

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Who did with malice swell.

Nowe, master-cook, it must be soe,

Do that which I thee tell:

You needes must dresse the milk-white doe,
Which you do knowe full well.

Then streight his cruell bloodye hands,

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He on the ladye layd;

Who quivering and shaking stands,

While thus to her he sayd:

Thou art the doe that I must dresse;

See here, behold my knife;

For it is pointed presently

To ridd thee of thy life.

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O then, cried out the scullion-boye,

As loud as loud might bee:
O save her life, good master-cook,

And make your pyes of mee!

For pityes sake do not destroye
My ladye with your knife;
You know shee is her father's joye,
For Christes sake save her life.

I will not save her life, he sayd,
Nor make my pyes of thee;

Yet if thou dost this deed bewraye,

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O then bespake the scullion-boye,

With a loud voice so hye:

If now you will your daughter see,

My lord, cut up that pye:

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Wherein her fleshe is minced small,

And parched with the fire;

All caused her by her step-mother,

Who did her death desire.

Likewise he judg'd the master-cook

In boiling lead to stand;

And made the simple scullion-boye

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The heire of all his land.

XV.

A Hue and Cry after Cupid.

This song is a kind of translation of a pretty poem of Tasso's, called Amore fuggitivo, generally printed with his Aminta, and originally imitated from the first Idyllium of Moschus.

It is extracted from Ben Jonson's Masque at the marriage of Lord Viscount Hadington, on Shrove-Tuesday, 1608. One stanza, full of dry mythology, is here omitted, as it had been dropt in a copy of this song printed in a small volume, called Le Prince d'Amour. 1660, 8vo.

BEAUTIES, have yee seen a toy,
Called Love, a little boy,

Almost naked, wanton, blinde;
Cruel now, and then as kinde?

Lond.

If he be amongst yee, say;

He is Venus' run away.

Shee, that will but now discover
Where the winged wag doth hover,
Shall to-night receive a kisse,

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How and where herselfe would wish:
But who brings him to his mother
Shall have that kisse, and another.

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