The tidings came, how, and what
Was to be done on the next day,
His lady rose and swoon’d away;
He rose from’s chair, says, You’re distracted,
It is no more than I expected,
Sit down, my lady, and did constrain her,
It shall not make me lose my dinner,
I know we all were born to die,
From death at last, where can we flee?
By his mild words she kept her seat;