When straightway one of my Fathers Guard came in,
And with a sad look did this message bring;
Aeolus sends this sword, and doth desire
Thee use it, as thy merit doth require.
His will (quoth I) be done, I'le use his sword,
My Fathers gift shall my sad death afford.
O Father, shall this sword the portion be,
And dowry which you mean to give to me?
O Hymen put out thy deceived light,
And nimbly now betake thy self to fight:
Ye Furies bring your smoaky Torches all,
To light the wood at my sad funeral.
O sisters, may you far more happ'ly marry
Than I, that by my own fault did miscarry.
Yet what could be my new-born babes offence,
Which might his Grandfather so much incense?
Of death, alas, he could not worthy be:
For my offence, he's punished for me.
O Son! thou breed'st thy mother much annoy,
No sooner bred, but beasts do thee destroy.
O Son the pledge of my unhappy love,
One day thy day of birth and death doth prove.
I had not time t'imbalme thee with my tears,
Nor in thy funeral fire to throw thy hairs;
To give thee one cold kiss I had no power,
For the wild greedy beasts did thee devoure.
But I sweet child, will straightway die with thee,
I will not long a childless Parent be.
And thou, O brother, since it is in vain
For me to hope to see thee once again;
Gather the small remainder, which the wild
And salvage beast have left of thy young child.
And with his mothers bones, let them have room,
Within one ••••ne, or in one narrow Tomb.