A Tragical SONG: OR, Mr. Wil. Montfort, The Famous Actor Unfortunately Kill'd.
Tune of Mary Live L [...]ng.
GOod People draw near,
And hear my sad Ditty
With Hearts full of Pity,
This Tragical Year
Is bloudy indeed:
Some they fairly do fight,
Others stab'd in the Night,
as they do go home,
Brave Montfort the Player,
B [...]ave Montfort the Player,
He lately was one.
His Name still will last
In Court Town or Country,
By Cits, or the Gentry,
Till Ages are past
For Acts on the Stage;
For in playing a Part,
He excells the fam'd Hart,
Or Moon that's dead too,
Nay, no one thats living,
Nay, no one thats living,
Can Montfort out-do.
His Carriage was such,
In all Conversation,
To be free from Passion,
And never thought much
To oblige any one;
From a Lord to a Cit,
He was free with his VVit,
And Courteous withal:
But now alas Killing,
But now alas Killing,
Is us'd all in all.
Each one does lament
His death since lifes shortn'd
By bloudy misfortune,
And cries out amain
Poor Montfort is gone,
It is all ore the Town,
VVas the like ever known,
To use a man so,
when coming to's Lodging,
when coming to's Lodging,
He should be run through.
O cruel hard Fate,
Since Murder's in fashion,
VVith the English Nation,
That men cannot scape,
Being kill'd by the Sword;
One can hardly pass by,
But another does cry,
Lets kill the next man.
Some never will leave it,
Some never will leave it,
Untill they be hang'd.
Here's Monfort of late,
Tho young and beloved,
How soon Life is moved,
VVhen malice or hate
Shall once resolve Death,
As he went without Light,
He was run thro that Night,
And dy'd the next day;
So he thats Moon-blinded,
So he thats Moon blinded
May soon lo [...]se his way.