%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Lady ISABELLA's Tragedy; / OR, / The STEP-MOTHER's Cruelty. / BEING / A Relation of a Murder committed on the Body of a young Lady, the only Daughter / of a Duke, occasion'd by her Step-Mother, and acted by the Cook. Together with their Confessions / and Lamentations. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1730-1730 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/02/2011 31422

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T37464 2 UNKNOWN The Lady's Fall, &c. In Peascod Time The Lady's Fall, etc. THere was a Lord of worthy Fame, / And a Hunting he would ride, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 682 3: 683 THE / Lady ISABELLA's Tragedy; / OR, / The STEP-MOTHER's Cruelty. / BEING / A Relation of a Murder committed on the Body of a young Lady, the only Daughter / of a Duke, occasion'd by her Step-Mother, and acted by the Cook. Together with their Confessions / and Lamentations. Printer JOHN WHITE 1730-1730

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THere was a Lord of worthy Fame, And a Hunting he would ride, Attended by a noble Train Of Gentry by his Side; And whilst he did in Chase remain, To see both Sport and Play, His Lady went, as she did feign, Unto the Church to pray. This Lord he had a Daughter fair, Whose Beauty shind so bright She was belovd both far and near, Of many a gallant Knight: Fair Isabella was she calld, A Creature fair was she, She was her Fathers only Joy, As you shall plainly see. But yet her cruel Step-Mother, Did envy her so much,
That Day by Day she sought her Life, Her Malice it was such: She bargaind with the Master-Cook, To take her Life away; And taking of the Daughters Book, She thus to her did say: Go Home, sweet Daughter, I thee pray, Go hasten presently, And tell unto the Master-Cook, These Words that I tell thee: And bid him dress to Dinner straight, That fair and Milk-white Doe, That in the Park doth shine so bright, Theres none so fair to show. This Lady fearing of no Harm, Obeyd her Mothers Will, And presently she hasted home, Her Mind for to fulfil:
She Straight into the Kitchen went, Her Message for to tell, And there the Master-Cook she spyd, Who did with Malice swell. Now Master-Cook, it must be so, Do that which I thee tell; You needs must dress the Milk-white Doe, Which you do know full well: Then straight his cruel bloody Hands, He on the Lady laid, Who quivering and shaking stands, Whilst thus to her he said. Thou art the Doe that I must dress, See here, behold my Knife, For it is pointed presently, To rid thee of thy Life. Oh! then cryd out thee Scullion Boy, As loud as loud might be, O save her Life, good Master-Cook, And make your Pies of me. For Pitys Sake do not destroy My Lady with your Knife, You know she is her Fathers Joy, For Christs Sake save her Life. I will not save her Life, said he, Nor make my Pies of thee; Yet if thou dost the Deed bewray, Thy Butcher I will be. Now when the Lord he did come home, For to sit down and eat, He called for his Daughter dear, To come and carve his Meat: Now sit you down, his Lady said, O sit you down to Meat, Into some Nunnery she is gone. Your Daughter dear forget. Then solemnly he made a Vow, Before the Company, That he would neither eat nor drink, Until he did her see: Oh! then bespoke the Scullion Boy, With a loud voice so high, If that you will you Daughter see, My Lord cut up that Pie. Wherein her Flesh is minced small, And perched with the Fire; And caused by her Step-Mother, Who did her Death desire:
And cursed be the Master-Cook, Oh cursed may he be, I proferd him my own Hearts Blood, From Death to set her free. Then all in black this Lord did mourn, And for his Daughters Sake, He judged for her Step-Mother, To be burnt at a Stake; Likewise he judgd the Master-Cook, In boiling Oil to stand: He made the simple Scullion-Boy, The Heir to all his Land. Their LAMENTATIONS. NOW when the wicked Master-Cook, Beheld his Death draw near, And that by Friends he was forsook, He pourd forth many a Tear, Saying, The Lady whom I servd Prompt me to do this Deed, And as a Death I have deservd, Tis coming on with Speed. I must confess these Hands of mine, Destroyd the Innocent; When her dear Breath she did resign; My Heart did not relent. This said, into the boiling Oil He presently was cast, And then within a little While, The Lady went at Last. From Prison to the burning Stake, And as she passd along, She did sad Lamentation make Unto the numerous Throng: These were the very Words she spoke, The Daughter of my Lord I doomd to Death, the Laws I broke, And shall have my Reward. Then to the burning Stake they tyd The worst of all Step-Dames, Where by the Laws she fairly dyd, In Smoak and burning Flames. Now let their Deaths a Warning be To all that hear this Song: And thus I end my Tragedy, The Duke he mourned long.
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