That Captain that convoy'd him over the deep,
One Night as the Factor, was laid in his fleep,
Being under fail Over-board did him throw,
Saying now I fhall have this young Creature I know.
There happen'd to be a small Island at hand,
To which this Factor fwam as I understand,
And there I will leave him fome time for to mourn,
And unto his Ship now again I will turn.
Next morning as foon as Day light did peep,
He waked this young Princess out of her Sleep,
And faid noble Lady the Factor's not here,
He's fallen over-board and drown'd I fear.
To hear this fad News then her Eyes they did flow,
He said noble Lady now fince it is so,
There's none here can help it, don't troubled be:
In two or three Days you your Parents shall fee.
And when that she came to the defired Port,
This Princess went weeping to her Father's Court,
Who gladly receiv'd her with Joy and great Mirth;
Saying, Where is the Man that freed thee from Death?
The Captain reply'd as we lay fast asleep,
He fell over-board, and was drown'd in the deep.
Your Grace faid that Man that home did her bring,
Shou'd have her, and I hope you'll perform the thing.
Yes, that was my promise the Prince he reply'd,
What say'ft thou my Daughter wilt thou be his Bride?
She said, yes, dear Father; but first if you please,
For him that fav'd my Life I'll mourn Forty Days.
Then into close mourning this Lady she went,
For lofs of this good Friend in Tears to lament ;
And there I will leave her to mourn for a while,
And turn to the Factor who is left on the Ifle.
In this defart Island the Factor he lay,
In flood of Tears weeping a Night and a Day,
At length on the Ocean appear'd to his view,
A little Old Man padling in a Cannoe.
The Factor call'd to him, which caus'd him to ftay,
And drawing near to him the Old Man did say,
Friend, how cam'st thou here? Then with Eyes that did
(flow,
He told him his Secrets, and where he wou'd go.
The Old Man said to him if here thou doft lye,
With Grief and great Sorrow in short time thou wilt
(dye,
What wilt thou give, and to Court I'll be thy guide?
I have nothing to give you this Factor reply'd.
If thou wilt but promise and be true to me,
To give me the first Babe that's born unto thee.
When Thirty Months old, to that Court I'll thee
(bring,
I'll not release you without that very thing.
The Factor confider'd that thing wou'd cause grief,
And without it for him there was no relief;
He cry'd Life is fweet, and my Life to fave,
Carry me to that Palace, your Will you shall have.
So then he was carry'd to that Court, and when
Come under the Gate he saw his Lady then
Looking out at her Window, who seeing him there
From Sorrow to great Joy transported she were.
He unto the Court was with great Joy received,
Where this Lady met him, who for him had griev'd
And faid, my dear Jewel, my Joy and my Dear,
Oh! Where have you tarry'd, pray let me hear?
Where he fo long tarry'd he then did relate,
And by what means he came to her Father's Gate.
He faid, I was caft over-board in my Sleep,
I think 'twas the Captain threw me in the deep.
With that the Captain was sent for with speed,
And hearing the Factor was come there indeed,
To show himself guilty like a cruel Knave,
Leap'd into the Ocean, which proved his Grave.
Next Day with great triumph and joy as we find,
This Factor and Lady in Marriage was join'd:
And within the compass and space of two Years,
They had a fine Son and a Daughter we hear.
The Son was first born a perfect Beauty,
And was belov'd of the whole Family,
When 30 Months old, came that Man for his Child,
Who released the Father from that Defart Isle.
When the Factor fee him his Eyes they did flow,
Then he gave this Lady and her Parents to know,
He was forced to make him that promise, or lye
In the Defart, till he with Hunger did die.
With a grimly look then this Old Man appears,
Which made the Court tremble, and fill'd 'em with
Crying, What shall we do for this is no Man,
He will have our Darling, do all what we can ?
He said 'twas my promise, and I'll have my due,
There is one Babe for me, and another for you;
I will have your first born, come give it to me:
With that all the Family wept bitterly.
The Babe's Mother cry'd, I am griev'd to the Heart,
To think I with fuch a dear Infant must part,
To one that will carry it the Lord knows where,
And perhaps in pieces my darling will tear.
With that she embrac'd it, and down the Tears fell,
And when having kissed it she bid it farewel;
Saying, 'tis for the fake of my Husband and I,
We part with our first born, tho' for it we die.
So then this grim Ghost to her Husband did fay,
Sir, do you remember in Turkey one Day,
You faw a dead Body lying on the Ground,
And to have it buried gave Fifty Pound.
Sir, I am the Spirit of that dead body,
I faved your Life for that great Love shown to me, You may keep your Child, fo the Lord bless you all ; Then away he vanished out of the Hall.
Being gone the Old Prince and his Princefs likewise,
The Babe's tender Parents with Tears in their Eyes,
With Joy they embrac'd that darling their Son,
Crying Child hadft thou left us we had been undone.
Now I will leave the Court full of Joy and much Mirth,
To love one another while God gives them Breath,
And now on the Factor we may fee indeed,
No Mortal can prevent what the Fates have decreed.
IO, Or the Metamorphofis.
The Story, or rather the Fable of IO, we owe to Ovid. She was the Daughter of Inachus, a handfome Wench, whom Jupiter meeting in his way, as he was rambling upon Earth, perfwaded her to walk with him out of the heat of the Sun into a fhady Grove, where, when he had got her, he rais'd a thick black Cloud round 'em, & Rapuit Pudorem, Jays our Poet. Juno feeing the Cloud, fufpected this was one of her Husband's tricks, for he had a pretty many of 'em, and difpell'd the Cloud; but before fhe cou'd do it, Jupiter to conceal his Love, changed her into a Cow. Juno wou'd not be thus difappointed of her Revenge,but commended the beautiful Heifer much, and had a fancy to her, and Jupiter durft not, as he valued his Quiet, refufe her; the jealous Goddess deliver'd her over to the Cuftody of Argus, who watch'd her very carefully, and was very capable of doing it, for he had a Hundred Eyes, and never lefs than Fifty of 'em open at once. Here follows in Ovid the defcription of her furprize and fear, when he faw the Metamorphofis of her Perfon, and heard her Voice, which our Poet has defcribed in the 7th, 8th, 9th,
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