The Wandring Prince of Troy

[Verse 1] When Troy Town for ten Years Wars, withstood the Greeks in manful wise, Then did their Foes increase so fast, that to resist none could suffice, Waste lies those Walls that was so good, and Corn now grows where Troy-town stood. [Melody] [Verse 2] Aeneas wandering Prince of Troy, when he for Land long time had sought, At length arrive-ed with great Joy, to mighty Carthage Walls was brought; Where Dido Queen with sum-chuss Feast, did entertain her wand-ring Guest. [Verse 3] And as in Hall at Meat they sat, the Queen desirous News to hear, Of thy unhappy ten Years Wars, declare to me thou Trojan dear, Thy heavy hap and chance so bad, that thou poor wand-ring Prince hast had! [Verse 4] And then anon this worthy Knight, with Words demure as he could well, Of his unhappy ten Years Wars so true a Tale began to tell, With Words so sweet and Sighs so deep, that oft he made them all to Weep. [Verse 5] And then a Thousand Sighs he fetcht, and every Sigh brought Tears amain, That where he sat the place was wet, as if he'd seen those Wars a-gain; So that the Queen with Truth therefore, said Worthy Prince enough no more. that thou poor wand-ring Prince hast had! [Melody] [Verse 4] And then anon this worthy Knight, with Words demure as he could well, Of his unhappy ten Years Wars so true a Tale began to tell, With Words so sweet and Sighs so deep, that oft he made them all to Weep. [Verse 5] And then a Thousand Sighs he fetcht, and every Sigh brought Tears amain, That where he sat the place was wet, as if he'd seen those Wars a-gain; So that the Queen with Truth therefore, said Worthy Prince enough no more. [Melody] [Verse] The darksome Night a-pace grew on, and twinkling Stars from Sky was spread And he his doleful Tale had told, as everyone lay in their Bed, Where they full sweetly took their Rest, save only Dido's boiling Breast. [Verse] This silly Woman never slept, but in her Chamber all alone, As one unhappy always kept, unto the Wall she made her Moan That she should still desire in vain, the Thing that she could not obtain. [Melody] As one unhappy always kept, unto the Wall she made her Moan That she should still desire in vain, the Thing that she could not obtain. [Melody] [Melody] [Verse] And thus in Grief she spent the Night, till twinkling Stars from Skies were fled And Phoebus with his glit-tring Beams, through misty Clouds ap-peer-ed red, Then Tydings came to her anon, that all the Trojan Ships were gone. [Verse] And then the Queen with bloody Knife did arm her Heart as hard as Stone, Yet somewhat loath to loose her Life, in woeful Case she made her moan And rolling on her careful Bed, with sighs and sobs these Words she said. [Verse] O wretched Dido! Queen quoth she, I see thy End approacheth near, For is he gone away from thee, whom thou didst love and hold so dear; Is he then gone and pass-ed by? O Heart prepare thyself to die. [Melody] [Melody] Is he then gone and pass-ed by? O Heart prepare thyself to die. [Melody] [Violin] [Verse] Though Reason would thou should forbear, to stop thy Hand from bloody Stroke, Yet Fancy said, thou should'st not fear, who fetter'd three in Cupid's Yoke, Come Death said she, and end the smart, and with these Words she pierced her Heart. [Verse] When Death had pierc'd the tender Heart, of Dido Cartha-ginyan Queen, And bloody Knife did end the Smart, which she sustain'd in woeful teen, A-knee-us being shipt and gone, whose Flat-tree caus-ed all her Moan. [Verse] Her Fune-eral most costly made, and all Things finish'd mournfully, Her Body fine in Mould was laid, where it consume-ed speedily; Her Sister's Tears her Tomb bestrew'd, her Subjects Grief their Kindness shew'd. [Melody] [Violin] whose Flat-tree cause-ed all her Moan. [Verse] Her funeral most costly made, and all Things finish'd mournfully, Her Body fine in Mould was laid, where it consume-ed speedily; Her Sister's Tears her Tomb bestrew'd, her Subjects Grief their Kindness shew'd. [Melody] [Violin] [Verse] Then was uh-knee-us in an Isle, in Greece where he had lived long space, Whereas her Sister in short Time, writ to him to his soul Disgrace; In phrase of Letter to her Mind, she told him plain he was unkind. [Verse] False-hearted Wretch quoth she thou art, and treach-russly thou hast betray'd. Unto thy Lure a gentle Heart, who unto thee such welcome made, My Sister dear and Carthage Joy, whose Folly wrought her dire Annoy. [Verse Yet on her Death-bed when she lay, she pray'd for thy Prosperity. Beseeching God that every Day, might breed thee more Felicity, Thus by thy Means I lost a Friend, Heavens send thee untimely End. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Beat] [Verse] False-hearted Wretch quoth she thou art, and trech'rously thou hast betray'd. Unto thy Lure a gentle Heart, who unto thee such welcome made, My Sister dear and Carthage Joy, whose Folly wrought her dire Annoy. [Verse] Yet on her Death-bed when she lay, she pray'd for thy Prosperity. Beseeching God that every Day, might breed thee more Felicity, Thus by thy Means I lost a Friend, Heavens send thee untimely End. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] When he these Lines full fraught with Gall, perused had, and weigh'd them right, His lofty Courage then did fall, and strait appear'd in his Sight, Queen Dido's Ghost both grim and pale, which made this valiant Soldier quail. [Verse] uh-knee-us quoth this grisly Ghost, my whole Delight while I did live, Thee of all Men I loved most, my Fancy and my Will did give; For Entertainment I thee gave, unthankfully thou dig'st my Grave. Thus by thy Means I lost a Friend, Heav enn send thee un timely End. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] When he these Lines full fraught with Gall, puh-rooze-ed had and weighd them right, His lofty Courage then did fall, and strait appear-ed in his Sight, Queen Die-doh's Ghost both grim and pale, which made this valiant Soldier quail. [Verse] uh-knee-us quoth this grisly Ghost, my whole Delight while I did live, Thee of all Men I love-ed most, my Fancy and my Will did give; For Entertainment I thee gave, unthankfully thou dig'st my Grave. [Verse] Therefore prepare thy fleeting Soul; to wander with me in the Air, Where deadly Grief shall make it howl, because of me thou took'st no Care: Delay no Time thy Glass is run thy Day is past thy Death is come. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] O stay a while thou lovely Sprite, be not so ready to convey My Soul into eternal Light where it shall ne'er behold bright Day; O do not frown! thy angry Look, hath made my Breach my Life forsook. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] O stay a while thou lovely Sprite, be not so ready to convey My Soul into eternal Light where it shall ne'er behold bright Day; O do not frown! thy angry Look, hath made my Breach my Life forsook. [Verse] But woe is me! it is in vain, and bootless is my dismal Cry, Time will not bee recalled again, nor you suffice before I die, O let me live to make amends, unto some of thy dearest Friends. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] But seeing thou obdurate art, and will no Pity to me show, Because from thee I did depart, and left unpaid what I did owe, I must content myself to take, What Lot thou wilt with me partake. [Verse] And like one being in a Trance, a Multitude of ugly Fiends About this woeful Prince did dance, no Help he had of any Friends; His Body then they took away; and no Man knew his Dying-Day. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [End] [Melody] [Violin Solo] [Verse] And like one being in a Trance, a Multitude of ugly Fiends About this woeful Prince did dance, no Help he had of any Friends; His Body then they took away; and no Man knew his Dying-Day. [Melody] [Violin Solo] [End]