[Sidenote: Ralf. _Gad I warrant there has been many a Maiden-head got in that Chair._ Tom. _Gad and I'll come hither and try one of these Days, an't be but to get a Prince._ Dol. _A_ Papist _I warrant him._]

On that same Stone did _Jacob_ sleep, Instead of a Down Pillow; And after that 'twas. .h.i.ther brought, By some good honest Fellow.

_Richard_ the Second lieth here, And his first Queen, Queen _Ann_; _Edward_ the Third lies here hard by, Oh! there was a Gallant Man.

For this was his two handed Sword, A Blade both true and Trusty; The _French_ Men's Blood was ne'er wip'd off, Which makes it look so rusty.

Here he lies again, with his Queen _Philip_, A _Dutch_ Woman by Record, But that's all one, for now ala.s.s!

His Blade's not so long as his Sword.

King _Edward_ the Confessor lies Within this Monument fine; I'm sure, quoth one, a worser Tomb Must serve both me and mine.

_Harry_ the Fifth lies there, and there Doth lie Queen _Eleanor_; To our first _Edward_ she was Wife, Which was more than ye knew before.

_Henry_ the Third lies there Entomb'd, He was Herb _John_ in Pottage; Little he did, but still Reign'd on, Although his Sons were at Age.

Fifty six Years he Reigned King, E'er he the Crown would lay by; Only we praise him, 'cause he was Last Builder of the _Abby_.

Here _Thomas Cecil_ lies, who's that?

Why 'tis the Earl of _Exeter_; And this his Countess is, to Die How it perplexed her.

[Sidenote: Dol. _Ay, ay, I warrant her, rich Folks are as unwilling to die as poor Folks._]

Here _Henry Cary_, Lord _Hunsdon_ rests, What a noise he makes with his Name?

Lord Chamberlain was he unto Queen _Elizabeth_ of great Fame.

[Sidenote: Sisly. _That's he for whom our Bells ring so often, is it not_ Mary? Mol. _Ay, ay, the very same._]

And here's one _William Colchester_ Lies of a Certainty; An Abbot was he of _Westminster_, And he that saith no, doth lie.

This is the Bishop of _Durham_, By Death here lay'd in Fetters; _Henry_ the Seventh lov'd him well, And so he wrote his Letters.

Sir _Thomas Bacchus_, what of him?

Poor Gentleman not a Word; Only they Buried him here; but now Behold that Man with a Sword.

_Humphry de Bohun_, who though he were Not born with me i'the same Town; Yet I can tell he was Earl of _Ess.e.x_, Of _Hertford_, and _Northampton_.

He was High Constable of _England_, As History well expresses; But now pretty Maids be of good Chear, We're going up to the Presses.

And now the Presses open stand, And ye see them all arow; But never no more are said of these Then what is said below.

Now down the Stairs come we again, The Man goes first with a Staff; Some two or three tumble down the Stairs, And then the People laugh.

This is the great Sir _Francis Vere_, That so the _Spaniards_ curry'd; Four Colonels support his Tomb, And here his Body's Buried.

That _Statue_ against the _Wall_ with one Eye, Is Major General _Norris_; He beat the _Spaniards_ cruelly, As is affirm'd in Stories.

[Sidenote: d.i.c.k. _I warrant ye he had two, if he could have but kep'd 'em._]

His six Sons there hard by him stand, Each one was a Commander; To shew he could a Lady serve, As well as the _Hollander_.

And there doth Sir _John Hollis_ rest, Who was the Major General; To Sir _John Norris_, that brave blade, And so they go to Dinner all.

For now the Shew is at an end, All things are done and said; The Citizen pays for his Wife, The Prentice for the Maid.

_A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ CAMPION, _in the Comedy call'd_, she wou'd and she wou'd not. _By Mr._ JOHN WELDON.

[Music]

_Caelia_ my Heart has often rang'd, Like Bees o'er Gaudy Flowers; And many Thousand Loves have chang'd, 'Till it was fix'd, 'till it was fix'd on yours; But _Caelia_ when I saw those Eyes, 'Twas soon, 'twas soon determin'd there; Stars might as well forsake the Skies, And Vanish into Air: Stars might as well forsake the Skies, And Vanish into Air.

Now if from the great Rules I err, New Beauties, new Beauties to admire; May I again, again turn wanderer, And never, never, never, never, never, no, never, Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, Never, never, never, settle more: May I again, again turn wanderer, And never, never, never, never, never, no, never, Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, Never, never, never, settle more.

_A_ SONG _made for the Entertainment of her Royal Highness. Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE. _Sung by Mrs._ LINDSEY _in_ CALIGULA.

[Music]

Tho' over all Mankind, besides my conquering Beauty, Conquering beauty, my conquering beauty Reigns; My conquering Beauty Reigns; From him I love, from him I love when I meet disdain, A killing damp, a killing damp comes o'er my Pride: I'm fair and young, I'm fair and young, I'm fair and young in vain: I'm fair and young, I'm fair and young, I'm fair and young in vain; No, no, no, let him wander where he will, Let him wander, let him wander, Let him wander, let him wander where he will, I shall have Youth and Beauty, Youth and Beauty, Youth and Beauty, I shall have Youth and Beauty, Youth and Beauty still; I shall have Beauty that can charm a _Jove_, Can Charm a _Jove_, and no fault, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no fault, no, no, no fault, But constant Love: From my Arms then let him fly, fly, fly, From my Arms then let him fly; Shall I languish, pine, and dye?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no not I.

_A_ SONG _in the Fair_ PENITENT. _Set by Mr._ ECCLES. _Sung by Mrs._ HUDSON.

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Stay, ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou'd you fly?

Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou'd you fly?

Whither, whither wou'd you fly?

Too Charming, too Charming, too relentless Maid, I follow not to conquer, not to conquer, I follow not to conquer, but to dye: You of the fearful, of the fearful are afraid, Ah stay, ah turn, ah whither wou'd you fly?

Whither, whither, whither, whither, ah whither wou'd you fly?

In vain, in vain I call, in vain, in vain I call, While she like fleeting, fleeting Air; When press'd by some tempestuous Wind, Flys swifter from the voice of my Despair: Nor cast a pitying, pitying, pitying, pitying look behind, No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying look, Not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind, No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind, No not one, no not one, not one pitying, pitying, pitying look behind.

_A new_ SONG. _The Words by Mr._ Tho. Wall. _Set to Musick by Mr._ Henry Eccles, _Junior._