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1.250-251 S124575 1 A Pleasant new tune A Pleasant New Tune MY Loue she is faire, / surpassing compare, Thou knowst not what I haue to give thee. [with variations] DEare sweet would you ioyne, / Your loue vnto mine, Thou knowst know what I haue to give thee. [with variations] first lines unclear: 'MY Loue she is faire,/ su[r]passin[g] compare,' Pepys 1.250-251 Rollins (1) I:162-167; STC 16864a.1 [E. Allde] for J. Trundle [c.1615]. Woodblock 1: below title, above first column: A well-dressed man stands facing forward with his weight on his right leg and his right hand on his hip. A cape is draped over his left shoulder and drags on the ground, and he wears a cap with a plume or feather in it. He wears riding boots with the spur visible and his short tunic or waistcoat has a large collar. He appears to have a mustache. : 83 x 61 Woodblock 2: below title, above second column: A very well-dressed lady, noblewoman, or queen, wears an ornate, very highly decorated dress, with different patterns for her overskirt and underskirt. She has an elaborate stomacher and very elaborate puffed sleeves. She wears around her neck an elaborate ruff and holds in her right hand a scepter and in her left hand an orb or other round object. On her head she wears an elaborate headpiece, possibly a crown, out of which rise several large, long plumes or feathers. : 84 x 48 Woodblock 3: below title, above first column: An exotic-looking man stands with a spear or ax in his right hand and with his left hand on his hip. His legs are spread more than shoulder width apart and he wears a hat from which rise long plumes or feathers. His hair is shoulder-length and he wears a mustache. He wears a jacket and pants of slash and puff design. His pants are loosely draped and fall to his ankles and he has large, puffed sleeves under his doublet or jerkin. His right hand is placed inside his jacket at chest level. What appears to be a dagger or sword handle is visible on his right side above the waist.: 83 x 48 Woodblock 4: below title, above second column: A woman wears an elaborate gown. In her right hand she holds a large object, possibly a branch or a feather fan. Plants appear to be growing around her feet and there is a floral pattern on the front of her dress. She appears to be wearing a large ruff and her sleeves appear to be puffed and elaborately embroidered. Her left hand she holds in front of her. : 80 x 60 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 250 1: 251 The Louers Guift, / Or a Fairing for Maides: Being a Dialogue betweene / Edmund and Prisilly. The Lovers Guift, Or a Fairing for Maides: Being a Dialogue betweeneEdmund and Prisilly. The Lover's Gift, or a Fairing for Maids: Being a Dialogue between Edmund and Prisilly. [The s]econd part of the Louers gift, [The] second part of the Lovers gift, [The] Second Part of the Lover's Gift, 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 284 x 140 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 283 x 152 cropped top edge, torn bottom edge, uneven inking cropped top edge, torn bottom right corner, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons Printer 1615 Printed at London for Iohn Trundle, and are to be sold at his shop in Barbican. Iohn Trundle Weinstein: STC

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/6/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant class gender love marriage 4/6/2008 Checker Charlotte Becker Transcription checked, XML metadata updated 7/12/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S124575 2005 Transcriber Kathryn Dolan Ballad Transcribed 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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Edmund. MY Love she is faire, surpassing compare, More bright, then was Daphne the coy: Her two starry eyes, My heart did surprise, Being strucke by the blinded Boy, See where she doth come, Her sight strikes me dumbe, Ile speake though to speake it grieve me, My owne gentle sweeting I am glad of this meeting, Thou knowst not what I have to give thee. Prisilly. I pray thee give ore, Intice me no more, In suing for love thou dost move me For I tell thee plaine, I doe thee disdaine, I have not the power to love thee: My answere you know, You backward may goe, For it is another must shrive me: Thy face I dispise, for thy great goggle eyes, I care not what thou hast to give me. Edmund. Thou Joy of my life, what neede all this strife, Thou knowst that I love thee more, Then Piramis, When Thisby was his, Who after by a Lyon was tore: Queene Juno did move, The Olimpicall Jove, Yet so will not Edmund greeve thee, I pray thee sweet heart, Some kinde wordes impart, Thou knowst not what I have to give thee.
Prisilly. As Juno did move The thunderer Jove, Prisilly will strive for to move thee, Thy rusticall wordes No matter affoordes, To make a young mayden to love thee, Learne wit for to woe Or I cannot doe, Nor will I in ought beleeve thee, I pray thee give ore, Torment me no more, I care not what thou hast to give me. Edmund. Why mayden so bright, My birth doe not spight, For I doe not murmure at thine, But thinke with thy selfe, Tho thy father have pelfe, Thy birth cannot equall mine: Thy vertues doth move Poore Edmund to love, And still shall if thou wilt beleeve mee, Let love not be vaine But love me againe, Thou knowst not what I have to give thee. Prisilly. Nay grieve not at this For what is amisse, Ile strive for to make thee amendes, To leave off delay, Faith what would you say, If you and I joyned like friends? If to your desert My love I impart, And that I should fondly beleeve thee, I doubt you would prove Disloyall in love, And you would that same guift give me,
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Edmund. DEare sweet would you joyne, Your love unto mine, My love should for ever stand sure, Or to end the strife Wouldst thou be my wife, Like Turtles we both would indure: There should not proceede No bad word nor deede, That should have the power to grieve thee, We'l live till we dye Most merily, Thou knowst not what I have to give thee. Prisilly. Since nothing can shift, Say what is the gift, That you upon me would bestow, And if I doe finde It contenteth my minde, The more of my love you shall know, That guift will me move, To like as I love, There quickly repeat it to me, And heere I protest, My heart shall rest, Thou and I straight will agree. Edmund. Then if you'le agree, To marry with me, Ile make thee a Joynter by the yeare: And set downe profound five hundred pound, And all for the love of my deare: What a woman can crave, Be sure to have, And if that thou durst to beleeve me, 'Tis a gift most rare, To a mayden so faire, Loe this is the gift I will give thee,
Prisilly. This gift is of force To make your recorse, The easier to my bed, No longer lets tarrie, But straight let us marry, And then take my mayden-head: No longer I can Live without a man, Then pray thee sweet hart beleeve me, Ile love thee still, If with a good will, This prettie guift thou wilt give me. Edmund. Then sweeting pray come, I long till 'tis donne, To Church let us hie us with speed, I can when I list, Procure a blinde Priest, Which for us shall do this same deed, Prisi. Then sweet let us goe, We must not be slow, If ever you meane to win me, But thinke upon this, That you doe not misse, This same pretie gift to give me, Author. Away then they went, And fulfil'd there intent, Unto their great comfort and joy, Fortie weekes being past This young wife at the last, Did bring her young husband a boy, Heaven send all young wives, To lead honest lives, And husbands to live with them kinde: May wives strive to please, All such husbands as these That are of so honest a minde.
Printed at London for John Trundle, and are to be solde at his shop in Barbicon.