No Reprieve

Now, now Lucasia, now make haste,

If thou wilt see how strong thou art,

There needs but one frown more, to waste

The whole remainder of my heart.

Alas undone, to Fate, I bow my head,

Ready to die, now die, and now, am dead.

You looke to have an age of triall

ere you a Lover will repay,

but my state brooks no more deniall:

I cannot this one minute stay.

Alas undone, to Fate, I bow my head,

Ready to die, now die, and now, am dead.

Look in my wound, and see how cold,

How pale and gasping my soule lyes,

which nature strives in vaine to hold,

Whil'st wing'd with sighes a way it flies.

Alas undone, to Fate, I bow my head,

Ready to die, now die, and now, am dead.

See, see, already Charons boat,

Who grimly asks why all this stay?

Harke how the fatall Sisters shout,

And now they call, away, a way.

Alas undone, to Fate, I bow my head,

Ready to die, now die, and now, am dead.