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1.364-365 S5114 1 an excellent tune An Excellent Tune AS it fell on a light Holyday, / as many more does in the yeere, IF this be true, my little Foot-Page. / and true as thou tellest to me, another edition at 3.314 Pepys 1.364-365 STC 18316.3 for H. Gosson [1630]; Rollins (2) 1506 (June 24, 1630, IV, 236, Fran. Coles); Rollins (2) 1507 (Mch. 13, 1656, ii, 37); Rollins (2) 1508 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 497). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1: A bearded man stands with his right arm extended, his left hand on his hip. He wears a flat cap with a feather, short breeches, a decorated doublet, hose, and a sword.: 76 x 41 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over column 2: A queen holds a scepter and the sovereign's orb. She wears an elaborate decorated gown, split to show a decorated underskirt, a large ruff, and a headdress or hat surmounted by several plumes.: 83 x 47 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: A death scene? A man and a woman lie propped up by pillows in a canopied bed, attended by two clergy men and a boy. The man and the woman appear to be naked. They wear scarves wound about their heads, and look toward the seated man. The man in bed raises his left hand, and seems to be involved in conversation. To the left of the bed, a clergyman sits in a chair. His hand is raised in a gesture of benediction or blessing. He wears a long robe and a flat cap. He is attended by a man standing behind his chair, and a boy, standing to his other side, dressed similarly. The boy holds a bag over his shoulder. A chest lies at the foot of the bed.: 74 x 86 Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: A bearded warrior in Romanesque armor, carrying a curved sword and a round shield, wearing a crested helmet, holds his sword aloft.: 101 x 47 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: 364 1: 365 The lamentable Ditty of Little Mousgroue, / and the Lady Barnet. The lamentable Ditty of Little Mousgrove, and the Lady Barnet. The Lamentable Ditty of Little Mousgrove, and the Lady Barnet. The second part; The second part; The Second Part; 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 273 x 154 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 274 x 152 cropped right edge uneven inking vertical rule and cast fleurons vertical rule 1630 London Printed for H. Gosson. H.Gosson 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 6/26/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate death infidelity marriage vice violence 06/26/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # recorded / found in bl.uk 08/02/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S5114 2005 Transcriber Jeff Moorse Original Transcription 7/23/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AS it fell on a light Holyday, as many more does in the yeere, Little Mousgrove would to the Church and pray to see the faire Ladyes there, Gallants there were of good degree, for beauty exceeding faire, Most wonderous lovely to the eie, that did to that Church repaire. Some came downe in red Velvet, and others came downe in Pall, But next came downe my Lady Barnet, the fairest amongst them all, She cast a looke upon Little Mousgrove, as bright as the Summers Sunne, Full well perceived then Little Mousgrove, Lady Barnets Love he had wonne. Then Lady Barnet most meeke and mild, saluted this Little Mousgrove, Who did repay her kinde courtesie, with favour, and Gentle Love, I have a bower in merry Barnet, bestrowed with Cowslips sweet, If that it please you, Little Mousgrove, in love me there to meete, Within my Armes one night to sleepe, for you my heart have wonne, You need not feare my suspicious Lord, for he from home is gone. Betide me life, betide me death, this night I will sleepe with thee, And for thy sake Ile hazzard my breath, so deare is my love to thee.
What shall wee doe with our little Foot-Page, our Counsell for to keepe, And watch for feare Lord Barnet comes, whilest wee together doe sleepe? Red Gold shall be his hier, quoth he, and Silver shall be his fee, If he our Counsell safely doe keepe, that I may sleepe with thee. I will have none of your Gold, said he, nor none of your Silver fee, If I should keepe your Counsell, sir, twere great disloyaltie. I will not be false unto my Lord, for house nor yet for land, But if my Lady doe prove untrue, Lord Barnet shall understand. Then swiftly runnes the little Foot-Page, unto his Lord with speed, Who then was feasting with his deare friends, not dreaming of this ill deede: Most speedily the Page did haste, most swiftly did he runne, And when he came to the broken Bridge, he lay on his brest and swumme. The Page did make no stay at all, but went to his Lord with speed, That he the truth might lay to him, concerning this wicked deed. He found his Lord at supper then, great merriment there they did keepe. My Lord, quoth he, this night on my word Mousgrove with your Lady does sleepe.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part; To the same tune.</hi></seg>
IF this be true, my little Foot-Page. and true as thou tellest to me, My eldest daughter Ile give to thee, and wedded shalt thou be. If this be a lye, my little Foot-Page, and a lye as thou tellest to mee: A new paire of Gallowes shall straight be set, and hanged shalt thou be. If this be a lye, my Lord, said he, a lye that you heare from me, Then never stay a Gallowes to make, but hang me upon the next tree. Lord Barnet then cald up his merry men, away with speed he would goe, His heart was sore perplext with griefe, the truth of this he must know. Saddle your horses with speed, quoth he, and saddle me my white Steed, If this be true as the Page hath said, Mousgrove shall repent this deed. He charg'd his men no noise to make, as they rode all along on the way, Nor winde no hornes, quoth he, on your life, lest our comming it should betray. But one of the men that Mousgrove did love, and respected his friendship most deare, To give him knowledge Lord Barnet was neere, did winde his Bugle most cleere, And evermore as he did blow, away Mousgrove and away: For if I take thee with my lady, then slaine thou shalt be this day. O harke, faire Lady, your Lord is neere, I heare his little horne blow, And if he finde me in your Armes thus, then slaine I shall be, I know.
O lye still, lye still, little Mousgrove, and keepe my backe from the cold. I know it is my Fathers shepheard, driving sheepe to the Pinfold. Mousgrove did turne him round about, sweete slumber his eyes did greet. When he did wake, he then espied Lord Barnet at his beds feete. O rise up, rise up, little Mousgrove, and put thy Clothes on, It shall never be said in faire England, I slew a naked man. Here's two good swords, Lord Barnet said, thy choice Mousgrove thou shalt make, The best of them thy selfe shalt have, and I the worst will take; The first good blow that Mousgrove did strike, he wounded Lord Barnet sore, The second blow that Lord Barnet gave, Mousgrove could strike no more. He tooke his Lady by the white hand, all love to rage did convert, That with his sword in most furious sort, he pierst her tender heart, A grave, a grave, Lord Barnet cryde, prepare to lay us in, My Lady shall lie on the upper side, 'cause she's of the better kin. Then suddenly he slue himselfe, which grieves his friends full sore: The deaths of these three worthy wights, with teares they did deplore. This sad mischance by lust was wrought. Then let us call for grace, That we may shun this wicked vice, and mend our lives apace.
London Printed for H. Gosson. FINIS.