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1.298-299 S126242 1 a pleasant new tune A Pleasant New Tune I Spyed a Nymph trip ore the plaine, / I lur'd to her, she turned againe, but her answer was, Sir, I loue not you [with variations] KInd sir, quoth she, what needs this hast? / With that a smile on him she cast, these words, I loue no man but you. [with variations] Pepys 1.298-299 STC 12573.5 [E. Allde] for J. Wright [1624?]; Rollins (2) 1199 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: below title, above first column: A bearded man holds a cloak over his extended right arm. He wears a dark doublet with a collar, short breeches, hose, ribbon garters, low shoes, and a hat with a brim.: 80 x 45 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. : 83 x 47 Woodblock 3: below title, centered above two columns and cast fleuron: A lady and a man, presumably a knight, stand out in a field, looking at one another. There are three trees on the hill behind them. The lady wears some kind of headpiece or cap, wears a large ruff, and wears a full-skirted dress with elaborate sleeves. She holds her left hand on top of her stomacher, and in her right hand she holds an object, possibly a purse. On her left stands the knight, who is bowing towards the lady with his right hand over his heart and his left hand extended with his plumed hat in his hand. He is well-dressed and wears a heavy cape over his right shoulder. A large collar or ruff is around his neck, and he wears an elaborate jerkin or doublet. He wears knee-breeches or slops with bows behind his knees.: 87 x 140 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: 298 1: 299 The Maidens Nay, Or I loue not you. The Maidens Nay, Or I love not you. The Maiden's Nay, Or I Love Not You. The Maydens Answer, Or / I loue none but you. The Maydens Answer, Or I love none but you. The Maiden's Answer, Or I Love None but You. Hughes, Richard 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 237 x 145 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 240 x 143 uneven inking cropped right edge, creased, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1624 Printed at London for Iohn Wright. Iohn Wright Weinstein: licensing info

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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 6/27/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant love marriage sex/sexuality 06/27/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/24/07? Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked 2005 Transcriber Jeff Moorse Ballad Transcribed 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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I Spyed a Nymph trip ore the plaine, I lur'd to her, she turned againe, I woo'd her as a young man should doe, but her answer was, Sir, I love not you. I thought she seemed in every part, So lovely fram'd by Natures Art, Her beauty soone allur'd me to woo, but her answer was, Sir, I love not you. I told her all the sweet of Love, And whatsoever her minde might move, To entertaine a Lover true, but her answer was, Sir, I love not you. I told her how I would her decke, Her head with gold, with pearle her necke: She gave a frowne, and away she flew: but her answer was, Sir, I love not you. Not me, (sweet heart) O tell me why Thou should'st my proffered love deny, To whom my heart I have vowed so true? but her answer was, Sir, I love not you. My sweet and dearest Love quoth I, Art thou resolv'd a Mayd to dye? Of such a minde I know but few: but her answer was, Sir, I love not you.
This is the pleasant Maying time, This is the pleasant golden prime, But age will come, and make you to rue that ere you said, Sir, I love not you. O doe not thou my suite disdaine, Nor make me spend my time in vaine, But kindly grant a Lovers due: yet still she said, Sir, I love not you. Faire Nimph, quoth I, but grant me this, To enrich my lips with one poore kisse: I grant you that which I grant to few. yet still she said, Sir, I love not you. The young man profering then to depart, It griev'd this Mayden to the heart: For having kist, O then did she rue that ere she said, Sir, I love not you. Wherefore with speed she thought it best, To stay him by her kinde request, Whose coynesse thus had caus'd her to rue that ere she said, Sir, I love not you. But how at last she did begin, With gentle words to lure him in, The second part shall plainely show, she chang'd her note of I love not you.
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KInd sir, quoth she, what needs this hast? With that a smile on him she cast, Shame curb'd her tongue, but affection drew these words, I love no man but you. I feele the force of Cupids Dart, So deepe hath pierced my tender heart, Beleeve me then, for my words are true, you will I love Sir, and none but you. Doe not deny my proffered love, Nor thinke that I the wanton prove: Though women seldome use to wooe, yet I will love, Sir, and none but you. When women love, they will it hide, Untill their lovers they have tride: Tho I say nay as Maydens doe, you will I love, Sir, and none but you. Heere is quoth she, my heart and hand, My constant love thou shalt command; And I doe vow to be ever true, you will I love, Sir, and none but you. Whilst golden Titan doth display, His beames unto the cheerefull day; Whilst Spring the Winter doth ensue, you will I love, Sir, and none but you.
On thee my love is fixed fast, On thee my love is firmely plac'd: For thee Ile bid the world adue, you will I love, Sir, and none but you. If Hero should Leander leave, Faire Lucrece Collatine deceive, Or Sirinx prove to Pan untrue, yet I love you, Sir, and none but you. Object no former coy reply, Suspect no future constancy. Accept my love as a tribute due, onely to you, Sir, and none but you. The young man noting well her words, This courteous answer then affords; Give me thy hand take mine in lieu, my love I grant here, and so doe you. To Church with speed then let us hye, In marriage bands our selves to tye, Where enterchanging hands and hearts, Ile love thee dearely till death us parts. Marke well my Song, you Maidens coy That count true love a foolish toy: Doe not disdaine when young men woo, but love them freely, as they love you.
Printed at London for John Wright. Finis. R.H.