%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Maydens Lamentation for a Bedfellovv. / Or, I can, nor will no longer lye alone. As it hath beene / sung at the Court. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1615 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/25/2008 20134

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1.286-287 S125325 1 I will give thee kisses one, two, or three I Will Give Thee Kisses One, Two, or Three CAn any Man tell what I ayle? / Because I looke so weake, so wan, so pale: I can, nor will no longer ly alone. [with variations] ALack faire Maide, make no such woe, / On thy cheekes so pale Ile make two Roses / (grow I can, nor will no longer ly alone. [with variations] another edition at 1.246-247; verso pasted down Pepys 1.286-287 Rollins (1) I:66-71; STC 17192.3 [W. White] for J. White [c.1615]. Woodblock 1: below title, between cast fleurons, centered above two columns: A woman stands in elaborate aristocratic costume. She wears a wide, elaborate ruff, and a hat with an adorned brim and a feather. Her dress features puffed shoulders and a bodice decorated with a panel showing a flower and leaves emerging from a vine. Her wide overskirt (supported by a french farthingale?) is split to display an elaborately embroidered underskirt. She holds a pair of gloves in her left hand.: 96 x 59 Woodblock 2: below title, between cast fleurons, centered above two columns: A man stands looking slightly towards his right with his weight on his right leg. He wears a hat, he has a beard, and his right hand is at his hip and his left hand touches the cape slung over his left shoulder. He wears a jerkin, slops, and riding boots with the spurs visible. His sword is slung from his right hip and the tip is visible appearing on his left side. : 97 x 62 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: 286 1: 287 A Maydens Lamentation for a Bedfellovv. / Or, I can, nor will no longer lye alone. As it hath beene / sung at the Court. A Maydens Lamentation for a Bedfellow. Or, I can, nor will no longer lye alone. As it hath beene sung at the Court. A Maiden's Lamentation for a Bedfellow. Or, I Can, Nor Will No Longer LyI Alone. As It Hath Been Sung at the Court. The Mans comfortable answer to / the Mayden that can nor will no lon- / ger ly alone. The Mans comfortable answer to the Mayden that can nor will no lon-ger ly alone. The Man's Comfortable Answer to the Maiden That Can Nor Will No Longer Lie Alone. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 290 x 164 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 288 x 170 cropped top and left edges, torn, creased, holed, damaged surface, uneven inking, Manuscript verso shows through cropped top and bottom edges, torn left edge, tear repaired with paper showing traces of unrelated print, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1615 Imprinted at London for Iohn White. Iohn White 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 5/25/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant gender love marriage sex/sexuality 5/25/2008 Checker Charlotte Becker Transcription checked, metadata successfully updated, XML 7/19/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S125325 2005 Transcriber Jeff Morse Ballad Transcribed 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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CAn any Man tell what I ayle? Because I looke so weake, so wan, so pale: Sighing to the walles I make my mone, I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Why doe I breath upon the ground, Where no comfort alacke can be found? I know not to whome to make my mone, That I may no longer ly alone. Was ever Maide so much with-stood, When she complaines for Youngmens good? Tis my cruell frinds hath me orethrowne: I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Long have I sought Mans love to obtaine, Yet still am I repaind with deepe disdayne: I would my heart to some kind Man were known I can, nor will no longer ly alone. What though my Parents strive to procure That I should a Mayden still endure? Do they what they will, I must have one, I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Why should hard harted Men say nay, When it doth belong to them to pray? Oh, I would never wish to have them gone: Cause I can no longer ly alone. Some Maydes are coy because they are fayre, And some likewise being a Rich-mans Heyre: Had I both these gifts I would be coy to none: I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
Did Venus her Son, God Cupid know This my pining paine, and endles woe, They would melt their hearts, though as hard as stone, I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Some Maides are coy, and proud withall, When alasse their beautie is but small: Whilst I live Ile nere be coy to none, Because I will no longer ly alone. But alas the Gods that belong to love, Seeke not to redresse, nor yet remove This, that makes my heart to melt with mone: I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Therefore Ile seeke each private part, Till I chaunce to find a constant heart, T[hat] will ease my mind, with woe oregrowne: I can, nor will no longer ly alone. You Maides that ever did feele such woes, Pittie her whose greefe to height thus growes: Many a brinish teare on the earth I have sowne, I can, nor will no longer ly alone. Any Young-men all that see my case, Take some pittie on my Maiden face: Rid me of my cares and griefes each one: And let me now no longer ly alone.
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ALack faire Maide, make no such woe, On thy cheekes so pale Ile make two Roses grow Now I know your greefe, Ile ease your moane: Thout shalt not any longer ly alone. Doe not despaire, for men are kind, Love he can not see, for he is blind, Deafe he is likewise as any stone: Then come to me my deere, ly not alone. Young-men do want but that you have: Tis nought but your selfe that I do crave: You take delight to heare us sigh and groane, And care not if we alwayes ly alone. You say you love, yet still seeme coy, Cause you know you are a Young-mans Joy: Suiters you have store, abrode, and at home, And yet you say y'are forst to ly alone. What if your Friends doe forward proove? Yet ther's nothing like to faithfull Love: Streake but foorth the Cage, and thou art flowne, And then you never more shall ly alone. [If] we doe fus, and woe with teares [Y]ou are eyther deafe, or stop your eares: Slightly you regard a Lovers moane, And say, you take delight to ly alone. Beauty doth cause you to looke strange: Tis your wealth that makes your mind to change Yet your answers this, that you have none: And neere regard poore Men that ly alone.
Cupid hath strooke my love sicke heart With a Shaft as keene as Phebus dart: Loves tide is at the height, and overflowne, I can not any longer ly alone. Beauty keepes Court upon thy brow; Let not coy disdayne fond scuse alow: Give me but the Flesh, and keepe the Bone, For such as love to live and ly alone, Jove from the Skies assended heere, For the love of one he held most deare: If Love did [f]etch the Gods from heavens throne, How can I but a Man, still ly alone? Within my breast a heart doth ly, Spotlesse as the Sunne in clearest Sky: Deare, let sorrowes blasts be over blowne: Let thou and I no longer ly alone. Many have felt like paines as I, A true heart neare is knowne before you try: Then (dearest) cease to weep, or make such mone: Thou shalt not any longer ly alone. Blame not all men, if some be unkind, Though some be bad, yet al's not of one mind; Doe not thinke our hearts are made of stone, To let such prettie Creatures ly alone.
FINIS. Imprinted at London for John White.