Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

AND BALLADS. 141
And thus with many a forrowfui figh, 105
Homewards me went againe ;
Noe reft came in her waterye eyes,
Shee felt fuch privye paine.
In travail ilrong fhee fell that night,
With many a bitter throwe ;
What woefull pangs fhee then did feel,
Doth eche good woman knowe.
Shee called up her waiting mayd,
That lay at her bedds feete,
Who mufing at her miftrefs woe, 1
1
Began full fail to weepe.
Weepe not, faid ihee, but fhutt the dores,
And windowes round about,
Let none bewray my wretched Hate,
5
1 10
But keepe all perfons out. 120
O miftrefs, call your mother deare,
Of women you have neede,
And of fome Ikilfull midwifes helpe,
That better you may fpeed.
Call not my mother for thy life, 125
Nor fetch no women here,
The midwifes helpe comes all too late,
My death I doe not feare.
With