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<HEAD>The Lady <HI>I&s;abella</HI>'s Tragedy; OR, <HI>The Step-Mothers Cruelty.</HI></HEAD>
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<P>Being a Relation of a mo&s;t Lamentable and Cruel Murder, committed on the Body of the Lady <HI>I&s;abella,</HI> the only Daughter of a Noble Duke occa&s;ioned by the means of a Step-Mother and the Ma&s;ter-Cook, who were both adjudged to &s;uffer a Cruel death, for committing the &s;aid Horrid Act.</P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The Ladies Fall.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THere was a Lord of worthy fame</L>
<L>and a Hunting he would ride,</L>
<L>Attended by a noble Train,</L>
<L>of Gentry by his &s;ide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And whil&s;t be did in cha&s;e remain,</L>
<L>to &s;ee both &s;port and play,</L>
<L>His Lady went as &s;he did feign,</L>
<L>unto the Church to pray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This Lord he had a Daughter fair</L>
<L>who&s;e beauty &s;hin'd &s;o bright:</L>
<L>She was belov'd both far and near</L>
<L>of many a Lord and Knight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fair <HI>I&s;abella</HI> was &s;he call'd,</L>
<L>A Creature fair was &s;he,</L>
<L>She was her fathers only jay,</L>
<L>as you &s;hall after &s;ee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But yet her Cruel &s;tep-Mother,</L>
<L>did envy her &s;o much,</L>
<L>That day by day the &s;ought her life</L>
<L>her Malice it was &s;uch.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She bargain'd with the Ma&s;ter-Cook</L>
<L>to take her life away,</L>
<L>And taking of her Daughters Book,</L>
<L>&s;he thus to her did &s;ay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go home &s;weet Daughter, I thee <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"></L>
<L>go ha&s;ten pre&s;ently.</L>
<L>And reli<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">to the Ma&s;ter-Cook</L>
<L>the&s;e words that I tell thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And bid him dre&s;s to Dinner &s;traight,</L>
<L>that fair and milk white Doe.</L>
<L>That in the Park both &s;hine &s;o bright,</L>
<L>there's none &s;o fair to &s;how.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>THis Lady fearing of no harm,</L>
<L>obey'd her Mothers will,</L>
<L>And pre&s;ently &s;he ba&s;ted home,</L>
<L>her mind for to fulfill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She &s;treight into the Kitchin went,</L>
<L>her me&s;&s;age for to tell;</L>
<L>And there the Ma&s;ter Cook &s;he &s;py'd,</L>
<L>who did with Malice &s;well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Ma&s;ter-Cook it mu&s;t be &s;o,</L>
<L>do that which I thee tell,</L>
<L>You needs mu&s;t dre&s;s the milk white doe,</L>
<L>which you do know full well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;treight his cruel bloody hands,</L>
<L>be on the Lady laid,</L>
<L>VVho quivering and &s;haking &s;tands,</L>
<L>whil&s;t thus to her be &s;aid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou art the Ore that I mu&s;t dre&s;s;</L>
<L>&s;ee here behold my Knife</L>
<L>For it is pointed pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>to rid thee of thy life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O then cry'd out the Scullen boy</L>
<L>as loud as loud might he;</L>
<L>O &s;ave her Life good Ma&s;ter-Cook,</L>
<L>and make your Pies of me,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For pity &s;ake do not de&s;troy,</L>
<L>my Lady with your Knife,</L>
<L>You know &s;he is her fathers <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>for Chri&s;t's &s;oke &s;ave her life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I will not &s;ave her life he &s;aid,</L>
<L>nor make my Pies of thee,</L>
<L>But if thou do&s;t this deed bewray,</L>
<L>thy Butcher I will be,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when this Lord be did come home</L>
<L>for to &s;it down and eat,</L>
<L>He called for his Daughter dear,</L>
<L>to come and carve his meat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now &s;it you down his Lady &s;aid,</L>
<L>O &s;it you down to meat,</L>
<L>Into &s;ome Nunnery &s;he is gone,</L>
<L>your Daughter dear forget.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;olemnly he made a bow,</L>
<L>before the company,</L>
<L>That be would neither eat nor drink,</L>
<L>untill he did her &s;ee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O then be&s;pake the Scullen-boy,</L>
<L>with a loud voice &s;o high,</L>
<L>If that you will your Daughter &s;ee,</L>
<L>my Lord cut up that Pye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVherein her fle&s;h is minced &s;mall</L>
<L>and parched with the fire:</L>
<L>All cau&s;ed by her Step-Mother,</L>
<L>who did her death de&s;ire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And cur&s;ed be the Ma&s;ter-Cook,</L>
<L>&mdash;O cur&s;ed may he be,</L>
<L>I proffered him my own hearts blood,</L>
<L>from death to &s;et her free.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then all in black this Lord did mourn,</L>
<L>and for his Daughters &s;ake,</L>
<L>He judged for her Step-mother,</L>
<L>to be burnt at a Stake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Likewi&s;e he judg'd the Ma&s;ter-Cook,</L>
<L>in boyling Lead to &s;tand;</L>
<L>And made the &s;imple Scullen Boy,</L>
<L>the Heir to all his Land.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooksby <HI>at the Golden Ball in</HI> Pye. Corner.</P>
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