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1.366-367 S5337 1 the plaine-dealing Woman Come, Shepherds, Deck Your Heads The Plain Dealing Woman COme Shepheards, decke your heads, / no more with bayes but willowes so plaine a dealing woman. [with variations] YE Siluan Nimphes come skip it, / and crowne your heads with Mirtle: Pepys 1.366-367 Rollins (1) I:83-89; STC 22406.5 [G. Eld] for J. W[right c.1617] (ent. to T. Pavier 19 no. 1612); Rollins (2) ?2416 (Feb. 20, 1613, III, 515, Ed. White). Woodblock 1: below title, to left of cast fleuron, above first column: In the foreground walks a man towards the center of the frame with his left foot forward. With his right hand he scatters seeds. Slung around his neck is a pouch into which he has reached with his left hand. Behind him in the left corner of the foreground is an open sack of seeds. In the upper left corner of the background are some trees. Behind and to the left of the man scattering seed two horses led by another man walk towards the right dragging a till behind them. In the background is a clump of bushes and in the sky fly a few birds. : 54 x 69 Woodblock 2: below title, above first column: 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.: 91 x 56 Woodblock 3: below title, above second column: A well-dressed man with a beard stands facing towards his right with his weight on his right leg and his left arm and leg held out behind him. He wears a wide-brimmed hat with a large feather in his cap. An elaborate cape is draped around his shoulders. His sword his hung at his right hip and the tip is visible beneath the bottom of the cape. He wears short pants that are tied at the knees with bows. Visible on the ground behind him are a few small plants.: 81 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: 366 1: 367 The Shepheards Lamentation. part::start ptitle::start The Shepheards Lamentation. The Shepherd's Lamentation The Second Part of the Plaine dealing woman. part::start ptitle::start The Second Part of the Plaine dealing woman. ptitle::end The Second Part of the Plain Dealing Woman. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 258 x 150 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 263 x 137 cropped right edge, torn bottom left corner, creased, uneven inking cropped right edge, torn top edge, creased, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1617 Imprinted at London for I. W. J. W. Weinstein: STC

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COme Shepheards, decke your heads, no more with bayes but willowes Forsake your downy beds, and make your ground your pillowes: And mourne with me, since crost as I, was never no man: Nor never shepheard lo, lo, lo, lost, so plaine a dealing woman. All you forsaken woers. that ever were distressed, And all you lusty Lovers, that ever love molested, Your losse I must condole, and all together summon, To mourne for the poore so, so, soule, of my plaine dealing woman: Faire Venus made her chast, and Ceres beauty gave her: Pan wept when she was lost, and Satyres strove to have her: But oh she was to them so nice, so coy, that no man, Could judge but he knew, knew, knew, she was plaine dealing woman, For all her pretty parts, I never enough shall wonder, She overcame all hearts, and all hearts made to wonder. Her breath it is so sweet, so sweet the like felt no man, Oh, Shepheards never lo, lo, lost, so plaine a dealing woman. Her eyes did shine like glasse, to grace her comely feature: Faire Venus she did farre surpasse, she was a comely creature. [But] oh she was so coy, [as] never yet was no one: [And] Cupid that blind bo, bo, boy, [lov'd] my plaine dealing Woman.
So beautiful was she, in favour and in feature: Her well shapt limbs did shew, she was a comely creature: What griefe was this to me, judge all true hearted yong men: To have so great a lo, lo, losse, of my plaine dealing woman. Diana faire and chast, on her might well attend, A Nimph she was at least, and to Shepheards a great friend: And oh she was so kind, as never yet was no one, A man could hardly fi, fi, find, so plaine a dealing woman. So courteous eke she was, I and so kind to all men: What better pleasure could you wish, then so plaine a dealing woman: But now alas shees gone it makes my heart to pitty: Oh there was never such an o, o, other wench in Country or in Citty. Kind Shepheards all farewell, since death hath me ore taken: Unto the world pray tell, that I am quite forsaken, And so to all adue, goe forth I pray and summon, The slanting crew to mourne for me, and my plaine dealing woman. Put on your mourning weeds, and bring the wreath of willow: Goe tell the world I am dead, and make the ground my pillow. And ring, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, adew, Love, you no more so so long, but change each day a new. Come Shepheards leave your sighing and wipe away your teares, And let us fall to piping, to drive away all cares: For though that she be gone, that was so faire a good one, Yet once more may we find, as plaine a dealing woman.
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YE Silvan Nimphes come skip it, and crowne your heads with Mirtle: Yee faire Ewes come trip it, on earths imbroydered kirtle. And O you Driades, which haunt the coolest Fountaines: Come leave your silken shadie groves, and sport it in the Mountaines. For lo the Gods obtaine it, that wonders shall possesse her: And Nature did decree it, when she with life did blesse her. The Queene disdaind not, faire Phillis for her feature, For all the world containd not, so rare a comely creature. Diana made her chast, and Pallas made her witty: The Goddesse Ceres grac't her heart with love and pitty. The Muses did select her, to grace their learned number: And Venus did elect her, the onely beautious wonder. When Jove beheld her beauty, his Leda did repent him: Jove thought that in loves duty, she onely did content him. And Phoebus blusht to know it, that Daphne had abus'd him, For lo, her worth did show, that desertles she refus'd him. Pan was enamoured on her. his Sirynx could not please him:
And when he lookt upon her, her very sight did ease him: The Satyre mournd to misse her, whom all the world admired: Silvanus wisht to kisse her, whom greatest Gods desired. Cupid his Psyche left, to feed his eies upon her, Of Godlike power bereft, that her he more might honour, His bow and shafts he gave her, wherewith she wounds all hearts So well she doth behave her, like love in all his parts. I list no more to praise her, whom heaven and earth admire, A loftier Muse must raise her, whose verse can mount up higher: A golden pen must write it, dipt in the Muses Fountaine, And they themselves in[d]ite it, upon their sacred Mountaine. Then O yee Shepheard Swaines, with garlands deck your bonnets, And let th'Arcadian plaines, ring forth with Lyrick Sonets: Come tune your rurall voyces, to chant her matchlesse merits, Whose faire exceeds all beauties, the spacious world inherits.
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