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The Babes in the Wood One of R. Caldecott's Picture Books

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The BABES IN THE WOOD.   Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good accountIn Norfolke dwelt of late.Who did in honour far surmountMost men of his estate. Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,No helpe his life could save;His wife by him as sicke did lye,And both possest one grave.   No love between these two was lost,Each was to other kinde;In love they liv’d, in love they dyed,And left two babes behinde: The one a fine and pretty boy,Not passing three yeares olde;The other a girl more young than heAnd fram’d in beautye’s molde. The father left his little son,As plainlye doth appeare,When he to perfect age should comeThree hundred poundes a yeare. And to his little daughter JaneFive hundred poundes in gold,To be paid downe on marriage-day,Which might not be controll’d:   But if the children chanced to dye,Ere they to age should come,Their uncle should possesse their wealth;For so the wille did run.   “Now, brother,” said the dying man,“Look to my children deare;Be good unto my boy and girl,No friendes else have they here: “To God and you I do commendMy children deare this daye;But little while be sure we haveWithin this world to staye. “You must be father and mother both,And uncle all in one;God knowes what will become of them,When I am dead and gone.”   With that bespake their mother deare:“O brother kinde,” quoth shee,You are the man must bring our babesTo wealth or miserie:     “And if you keep them carefully,Then God will you reward;But if you otherwise should deal,God will your deedes regard.”   With lippes as cold as any stone.They kist the children small:‘God bless you both, my children deare;’With that the teares did fall.     These speeches then their brother spakeTo this sicke couple there:“The keeping of your little ones,Sweet sister, do not feare: “God never prosper me nor mine,Nor aught else that I have,If I do wrong your children deare,When you are layd in grave.”     The parents being dead and gone,The children home he takes,And bringes them straite unto his house,Where much of them he makes.     He had not kept these pretty babesA twelvemonth and a daye,But, for their wealth, he did deviseTo make them both awaye. He bargain’d with two ruffians strong,Which were of furious mood,That they should take the children young,And slaye them in a wood.   He told his wife an artful tale,He would the children sendTo be brought up in faire London,With one that was his friend.   Away then went those pretty babes,Rejoycing at that tide,Rejoycing with a merry minde,They should on cock-horse ride.     They prate and prattle pleasantlyAs they rode on the waye,To those that should their butchers be,And work their lives’ decaye: So that the pretty speeche they had,Made murderers’ heart relent:And they that undertooke the deed,Full sore did now repent. Yet one of them, more hard of heart,Did vow to do his charge,Because the wretch, that hired him,Had paid him very large.   The other would not agree thereto,So here they fell to strife;With one another they did fight,About the children’s life:   And he that was of mildest mood,Did slaye the other there,Within an unfrequented wood,Where babes did quake for feare!    ...