anon

“ The Babe’s Mother cry'd, I’m griev’d to the heart,
To think that I with such a dear Infant must part,
To one that should carry him, Lord knows where,
And perhaps in pieces my darling will tear.
With that she embrac’d him, and down the tears fell,
And then having kiss'd him, she bad him farewel,
Saving, It is for the sake of my husband that I,
Do part with my first-born, tho’ for him I die.
So then this grim Ghost to her husband did say,
Sir, Do you remember in Turkey one day?
You saw a dead man’s corpse lying on the ground,
And to have it buried, you gave fifty pound. ”

“ He wak’d the young princess out of her sleep,
And said, Noble lady, the Factor’s not here,
He’s fall’n overboard and drowned I fear.
To hear the sad news, then her eyes they did flow:
He said, Noble lady, since now it is so,
There’s none here can help it, do not troubled be,
For thou in short space your dear parents shall see.
And when that they came to the desired port,
This princess came weeping to her father’s court,
Who gladly received her with joy and great mirth,
Saying, where is the man that freed you from death? ”

“ A poor man’s dead carcase lying on the ground;
He asked the reason why he there did ly?
Then one of the natives did make this reply,
That man was a Christian, Sir, while he drew breath,
The duty’s unpaid, he lies above the earth:
Why what is the duty the Factor he cry’d?
It is fifty pounds, Sir, the Turk he reply’d. ”

“ Who released the Factor from the desert isle.
⁠ When the Factor saw him his eyes they did flow,
Then gave his lady and parents to know,
He was forced to make that promise only,
In the desert isle, lest he with hunger I should die.
⁠With a grim look the old man did appear,
Which made the court tremble and fill'd them with fear,
Crying, What shall we do? sure he's not a man,
He will have our darling, do all that we can.
he said, it was promised, and I'll have my due,
There's one babe for me and another for you ”

“ To let it be seen by your great Majesty.
⁠The prince cry'd, behold friend, this robe which I wear
Is of the same flower and spot I do swear,
Thy maid wrought them both, she's my daughter dear
I have not heard from her till now these three year. ”

“ PART I. Being a true Account how a young Man (after having rioted away part of his estate) became Factor to several merchants in London. How he found the Corpse of a dead Christian lying on the ground in Turkey, and gave fifty pounds for its burial. ”