%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The two VVelsh Louers, / OR / The British Nymph that long was in her life, / A changing Maid, but a recanting Wife. / Let euery man that would win a Maids fauour, / At home keepe with her, if he meane to haue her. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1625 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/18/2008 20125

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1.270-271 S126237 1 The Blazing Torch The Blazing Torch AS late I walkt the Meades along, / where Seuerns streames did glide; and still he cride Due gwin. [with variations] NOw when the Nymph did see ye swain / was safe returned at last: and still he cride Due gwin. [with variations] Torn bottom corner, author reads: Martin [?]; Publisher reads Ioh[?] Pepys 1.270-271 STC 19278 [G. Purslowe] for J <Trundle> [c.1625] Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1 : A lady stands facing towards her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan (or a branch?). The lady wears a large stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) and the front of her dress is decorated with a row of large flowers. Her dark overskirt is elaborately decorated. : 82 x 53 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over column 2: A bearded aristocratic man stands with his hand extended. He wears a narrow brim with a plume, a cloak, a baldric, a doublet or jerkin, short breeches, hose and low shoes. He carries a dagger and sword on his hips.: 77 x 61 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3 : A bearded aristocratic man stands with his hand extended. He wears a narrow brim with a plume, a cloak, a baldric, a doublet or jerkin, short breeches, hose and low shoes. He carries a dagger and sword on his hips.: 80 x 61 Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: An elderly aristocratic woman stands with her right arm extended. She wears a hat, a dress with full sleeves, decorated with stripes, and a tall necked underdress. : 82 x 46 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: 270 1: 271 The two VVelsh Louers, / OR / The British Nymph that long was in her life, / A changing Maid, but a recanting Wife. / Let euery man that would win a Maids fauour, / At home keepe with her, if he meane to haue her. The two Welsh Lovers, OR The British Nymph that long was in her life, A changing Maid, but a recanting Wife. Let every man that would win a Maids favour, At home keepe with her, if he meane to have her. The Two Welsh Lovers, or, The British Nymph That Long Was in Her Life, a Changing Maid, but a Recanting Wife. Let Every Man That Would Win a Maid's Favor, at Home Keep with Her, If He Mean to Have Her. The second Part. / With the Nymphs Recantation. The second Part. With the Nymphs Recantation. The Second Part. With the Nymph's Recantation. Parker, Martin 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 274 x 150 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 275 x 150 uneven inking torn bottom right corner, creased cast fleurons cast fleurons 1625 London Printed for Ioh<{?}> / to be sold at his shop <{?}> / tall gate in S<{?}> J. <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 5/18/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant gender infidelity love marriage 5/18/2008 Checker Charlotte Becker Transcription Checked, Metadata updated, XML 7/17/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked 2005 Transcriber Jeff Morse Ballad Transcribed 7/20/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AS late I walkt the Meades along, where Severns streames did glide; I heard a mournfull Shepherds song, and him at last espide. He wrung his hands and wept apace, to mourne he did not lin: Rivers of teares ran downe his face, and still he cride Due gwin. I drew me neere unto the Swaine, and prayd him tell the cause, Why he so sadly did complaine, he silent made a pause. At length he raisd himselfe to speake, yet e're he could begin; He sigh'd as if his heart would breake, and cryde alas Due gwin. Quoth he, Among yon Brittish hills, where Zephirus doth breathe: Where flowers sweet the Meadows fills, and valleys underneathe, And neere unto that fountaine head, where Dee comes flowing in: Ah me, that fatall Nymph was bred, for whom I cryde Due gwin. I loved her once, but now I rue, that I was such an Asse: For she did prove the most untrue, that ever woman was. Faire was her face, great was her fame, had she still constant bin: But, Oh, her heart was not the same: which makes me cry Due gwin.
Once had I power, till her command forbad that power to rise, Further then touching of her hand, or looking on her eyes. I feard to contradict her will, as though it were a sinne: Yet she rewards my good with ill, which makes me cry Due gwin. I thought I had her free consent, but it prov'd quite contrarie: For while I on a journey went, another she did marrie. Cause I was absent for a space, and thought no hurt therein: Another did possesse my place, which made me cry Due gwin, When I returned home againe, I thought with her to wed: But there I found my labour vaine, for she before was sped. Which when I saw, I sigh'd and sobd, and made a pitious din: Wishing him hang'd that had me robd, and made me cry Due gwin. It seemes by this, 'tis hard to finde a woman true in heart: Beleeve them not, though they seeme kind, they can deceive by art. We men may woe and use the meanes, at us they laugh and grin: Thus we are crost by faithlesse queanes, which makes us cry Due gwin.
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NOw when the Nymph did see the swain was safe returned at last: Most petuously she did complaine, to thinke of what was past. The sting of conscience did her pricke, calling to minde her sinne: Immediatly she fell sore sicke, and cryde alas Due gwin. No comfort could she take at all, to cure her inward smart: She thought it bootlesse to recall the folly of her heart. It might have greev'd a man to see, the case that she was in: My fond mistrust of him, quoth she, thus makes me cry Due gwin. Oh had I never seene mans face, since my deere shepheard went: Then had I never knowne disgrace, but liv'd still continent. Or if within some sacred cell, I had included bin: I had remained constant still. but now I cry Due gwin. Thus having wept for her offence, she sent unto her swaine: Desiring that without offence, she might his sight obtaine. At her request he went apace, her husband not within: As soone as e're she saw his face, she wept and cryde Due gwin.
What speeches past betweene these twaine were needlesse here to tell: The Nymph imbrac'd and kist her Swain, and all was wondrous well. He needs no elegance of phrase, her favour now to win, Her griefe was turn'd to fond love plaies, she cryde no more Due gwin. Deare love, quoth she, what's done & past, I cannot now recant: Yet what I have, while life doth last, my shepheard shall not want. What though my husbands forehead ake, I weigh it not a pin: Yet if by chance he should us take, we both must cry Due gwin. Thus were the lovers perfect friends, the Nymph, as best became her, Did make her shepheard such amend, he knew not how to blame her. Yet let all young men keepe [?] if they their loves w[?] If they be lost while [?] then they may cry [Due gwin.]
FIN[IS] By Martin [Parker] London Printed for Joh[n Trundle] to be told at his shop [?] tall gate in S[?]