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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.510-511 R234208 1 In Pescod Time In Peascod Time In Peascod Time MArk well my heavy doleful Tale,/ you Loyal Lovers all, Pepys 1.510-511 Wing L261[a]A; Rollins (2) 1394 (June 11, 1603, III, 237, Wm. White); Rollins (2) 1395 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 1: A man walks to his right wearing a hat and with his left arm extended in front of him. He wears an ornate collar, a cloak, a jacket with buttons, and low black shoes with a buckle or bow. He has a mustache and a beard.: 83 x 60 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 2: An aristocratic woman faces to the left of the woodcut, her arms extended before her. She wears a wide brimmed hat, and a dress with a collar or shawl. Behind her, a tudor rose is visible growing from the uneven ground.: 82 x 61 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 3: To the left of the bed stands a bed with a canopy. The canopy is ornate and the bedspread is embroidered; on the bedspread lies a baby wrapped up. Sitting up in bed is a woman wearing a nightgown, her hands folded as if in prayer. Behind the bed is a window. To the right of the bed stands a woman wearing a long dark dress with an ornate white collar. Her left arm is raised as if pointing in admonition. : 75 x 81 Woodblock 4: second 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 4: To the right of the woodcut stands a horse in profile, facing to the left of the woodcut towards a man who walks in front of him. The horse wears a saddle and a bridle. The man faces to the left of the woodcut and wears a tall hat, a white collar, a cape, and boots, and holds a sword in his right hand. : 74 x 78 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: 510 A Lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall. A Lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall. A Lamentable Ballad of the Lady's Fall. single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 270 x 293 cropped left edge, torn, uneven inking 1686-1688 Printed for W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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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 5/1/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America A Small Promiscuous Supplement affliction/health family/procreation love marriage sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 05/01/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata added, xml created 04/26/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription 08/16/2006 Checker Catherine Zusky checked transcription 06/15/2006 Transcriber Dolly Smith original transcription 07/26/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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MArk well my heavy doleful Tale, you Loyal Lovers all, And heedfully bear in your breast a gallant Ladies fall: Long was she woo'd e're she was won, to lead a wedded life, But folly wrought her overthrow, before she was a wife. Too soon alas she gave consent to yield unto his will, Though he protested to be true, and faithful to her still: She felt her body altered quite, her bright hue waxed pale, Her fair red cheeks turn'd colour white, her strength began to fail. So that with many a sorrowful sigh, this beautious Maiden mild, With grievous heart perceiv'd her self to be conceiv'd with Child: She kept it from her fathers sight, as close as close might be, And so put on her silken gown, none might her swelling see. Unto her Lover secretly she did her self bewray, And walking with him hand in hand, these words to him did say: Behold, said she, a Maids distress, my love, brought to thy bow, Behold I go with Child by thee, but none thereof doth know.
The little Babe springs in my womb to hear the Fathers voice, Let it not be a Bastard call'd, sith I made thee my choice: Come, come, my love, perform thy vow and wed me out of hand, O leave me not in this extream, in grief alwayes to stand. Think on thy former promise made, thy vows and oaths each one, Remember with what bitter tears to me thou mad'st thy moan: Convey me to some secret place, and marry me with speed, Or, with thy Rapier end my life, e're further shame proceed. Alas my dearest Love, quoth he, my greatest joy on earth, Which way can I convey thee hence without a sudden Death? Thy friends they be of high degree, and I of mean estate, Full hard it is to get thee forth out of thy Fathers gate. Dread not thy self to save my fame, and if thou taken be, My self will step between the Swords, and take the harm on me: So shall I scape Dishonour quite, if so I should be slain, What could they say? but that true love did work a Ladies Bane.
ANd not fear any further harm, my self will so devise, That I will go away with thee, unseen of mortal eyes: Disguised like some pritty Page, I'le meet thee in the dark, And all alone i'le come to thee, hard by my Fathers Park. And there, quoth he, I'le meet my love, if God do lend me life, And this day month without all fail, I will make thee my wife: Then with a sweet and loving kiss, they parted presently, And at their parting brinish tears, stood in each others eye. At length the wished day was come, whereby this lovely Maid, With lovely eyes, and strange attire, for her true lover staid: When any person she espy'd, come riding o're the plain, She thought it was her own true love, but all her hopes were vain. Then did she weep and sore bewail, her most unhappy state, Then did she speak these woful words, when succourless she sat: O false forsworn and faithless wretch, disloyal to thy love, Hast thou forgot thy promise made, and wilt thou perjur'd prove? And east thou now forsaken me, in this my great distress, To end my days in open shame, which thou might'st well redress: Wo worth the time I did believe, that flattering tongue of thine, Would God that I had never seen, the tears of thy false Eyne. And thus with many a sorrowful sigh, homewards she went again, No res[t] came in her watry eyes, she felt such bitter pain.
In travel strong she fell that night, with many a bitter throw, What woful pangs she felt that night, doth each good woman know. She called up her waiting Maid, that lay at her Beds-feet, Who musing at her Mistris woe, did strait begin to weep: Weep not, said she, but shut the door, and windows round about, Let none bewail my wretched case, but keep all persons out. O Mistris call your Mother dear, of women you have need, And of some skilful Mid-wives help, the better you may speed: Call not my Mother for thy life, nor call no women here, Tho Mid-wives help comes now too late, my death I do not fear. With that the Babe sprang in her Womb, no Creature being nigh, And with a sigh that broke her heart, this gallant Dame did dye: This living little Infant young, the mother being dead, Resign'd his new received breath, to him that had him made. Next morning came her Lover true, affrighted at this news, And he for sorrow slew himself, whom each one did accuse: The mother with the new-born Babe, were both laid in one grave, Their Parents overcome with wooe, no joy of them could have. Take heed you dainty Damosels all, of flattering words beware, And of the honour of your name, have you a special care: Too true alas this story is, as many one can tell. By others harms learn to be wise and thou shalt do full well
Printed for W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.