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the lady Isabella's tragedy. 369
" Now sit you downe," his ladye sayd, " O sit you downe to meat; 70
Into some nunnery she is gone ; Your daughter deare forget."
Then solemnlye he made a vowe
Before the companie, That he would neither eat nor drinke, 75
Until he did her see.
0 then bespake the scullion-boye. With a loud voice so hye;
" If now you will your daughter see, My lord, cut up that pye: so
" Wherein her fleshe is minced small,
And parched with the fire; All caused by her step-mother,
Who did her death desire.
"And cursed bee the master-cook,- «
O cursed may he bee !
1 proffered him my own heart's blood,
From death to set her free."
Then all in blacke this lord did mourne,
And for his daughters sake, 90
He judged her cruell step-mother To be burnt at a stake.
Likewise he judg'd the master-cook
In boiling lead to stand, And made the simple scullion-boye as
The heire of all his land. VOL. in. 24