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1.520-521 R234215 1 The [Bri]des Good-morrow the Bride's Good-Morrow The Bride's Good Morrow A Noble Marquess,/ As he did ride a Hunting She took the Babes, / Even from the Nursing Ladies, unclear inking, title: To the Tune of, The [B]<ri>[d]es Good-morrow.; another edition at 1.34-35 Pepys 1.520-521 Wing E3804[a]C; Rollins (2) 1956 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131); Rollins (2) 1957 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 501); Rollins (2) 2045 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 498). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above columns 1and 2: A gentleman, holding reins, sits astride a horse facing to the left of the cut. He wears a wide brimmed flat cap with plumes, a doublet or jerkin, short breeches, hose, and tall boots. His boot is planted in a stirrup of the horse's saddle. The horse is bridles and has bows around the base of his tail. Beneath the horse, several plants are visible.: 107 x 100 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, above columns 4 and 5: In the foreground, a woman (presumably Griselda) sits at her spinning wheel outside her thatched house. On the right in the middle ground, a gentleman with a large plumed hat rides by on a horse. In the middle and background are two dogs, a rough rendition of a stag, and another man on foot with a long staff or other object, indicating that the men are hunting. Two trees stand in the background.: 71 x 75 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: 520 An Excellent New Ballad of Patient Grissel. An Excellent New Ballad of Patient Grissel. An Excellent New Ballad of Patient Grissel. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 250 x 178 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 253 x 180 cropped left and right edges, holed, uneven inking 1684-1686 Printed for J. C. W. T. AND T. P. J. C., W. T., T. P. 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 love marriage nobility/court virtue Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 05/01/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata adde, xml created 04/26/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription 08/16/2006 Checker Catherine Zusky checked transcription 01/03/2005 Transcriber Simone Chess original transcription 08/2/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Noble Marquess, As he did ride a Hunting hard by a Forrest side: A fair and comely Maiden As she did sit a spinning his gentle eye espy'd: Most fair and lovely, And of comely Grace was she, although in simple attire, She sung full sweetly: With pleasant voice melodiously, which set the Lords heart on fire, The more he lookt the more he might Beauty bred his hearts delight, And to this Damosel then he went with speed: God speed (quod he) thou famous flower Fair Mistris of this homely Bower, Where love and vertue dwells with sweet content: With comely gesture And modest mild behavior she bids him welcome then, She entertain'd him In faithfull friendly manner, and all his Gentlemen: The Noble Marquess In's heart felt such a flame, which set his sences all at strife, Quoth he fair Maiden, Shew me soon what is your name,
I mean to make thee my Wife. Grissel is my name (quoth she) Far unfit for your degree, A silly Maiden and of parents poor: Nay Grissel thou art rich, he said, A vertuous fair and comely maid, Grant me thy love, and I will ask no more. At length she comsented And being both contented they married were with speed. Her country Russet Was turn'd to Silk and Velvet, as to her state agreed, And when that she Was trimly tired in the same, her beauty shin'd most bright, Far staining every other Fair and princely dame that did appear in sight. Many envied her therefore, Because she was of Parents poor, And twirt her Lord and she great strife did raise: Some said this, and some said that, And some did call her beggers brat And to her Lord they would her oft dispraise. O noble Marquess, Quoth they, why dost thou wrong us
thus basely for to wed, Who might have gotten An honourable Lady into your princely bed, Who will not now Your noble issue soon deride which shall hereafter be born, That are of blood so base Born by the mothers side, the which shall bring them in scorn Put her therefore quite away, And take to you a Lady gay, Whereby your Linage may renowned be; Thus every day they seemed to prate That malic'd Grissels good estate Who all this while took it patiently. When that the Marquess Did see that they were bent against his faithfull wife Whom he most dearly, Tenderly and intirely, beloved as his life: Minding in secret For to try her patient heart, thereby her foes for to disgrace Thinking to shew her A hard discourteous part, that they might pitty her case. Great with child the Lady was, And at the last it came to pass, Two goodly Children at one birth she had A Son and daughter God had sent which did her mother well content And which did make their fathers heart full glad. Great Royal feasting Was at these Childrens Christnings and Princely Triumph made, Six weeks together, All Nobles that came thither, were entertain'd and staid: And when that all the Pleasant sporting quite was done, The Marquess a messenger sent For his young daughter And his pretty smiling son: declaring his full intent How that the Babes must murdered be For so the marquess did decree: Come let me have the Children, then he said With that fair Grissel wept full sore She wrong her hands and said no more, My Gracious Lord shall have his will obey'd.
She took the Babes Even from the Nursing Ladies; between her tender arms; She often wishes With many sorrowful kisses, that she might ease their harms Farewel, farewel, A thousand times my children dear, never shall I see you again, 'Tis long of me Your sad and woful mother here for whose sake both must be slain Had I been born of Royal Race, You might have liv'd in happy case, But you must dye for my unworthiness: Come messenger of death, quoth she, Take my dearest Babes to thee, And to their Father my complaints express, He took the Children And to his Noble Master he bore them hence with speed, Who in secret sent them Unto a noble Lady to be brought up indeed: Then to fair Grissel With a heavy heart he goes, where she sat mildly all alone, A pleasant gesture, And a lovely look she shows, as if no grief she had known. Quod he, my children now are slain, What thinks fair Grissel of the same Sweet Grissel now declare thy mind to me; Sith you my Lord are pleas'd with it, Poor Grissel thinks this action fit Both I and mine at your command will be. My nobles murmur Fair Grissel at thy honor,
and I no joy can have Till thou be banisht Both from my Court and presence as they unjustly crave: Thou must be stript Out of thy stately Garments all, and as thou camest to me In homely gray, Instead of Biss and purest Pall, now all thy cloathing must be. My Lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy Lord, which grieves me sore, The poorest life must now content thy mind: A Groat to thee I dare not give, Thee to maintain while I do live, Against my Grissel such great foes I find: When gentle Grissel Did hear these woful tydings, the tears stood in her eyes, Nothing she answered, No words of discontentment did from her Lips arise. Her Velvet Gown Most patiently she striped off, her of silk with the same; Her Russet Gown Was brought again with many a scoff to bear them herself she did frame. When she was drest in this array And ready for to pass away, God send long life unto my Lord, quoth she: Let no offence be found in this, To give my Lord a parting kiss, With watery eyes farewel my dear; said she: From Princely Palace Unto her Fathers Cottage poor Grissel she is gone; Full fifteen Winters
She lived there contented, no wrong she thought upon; And at this time through All the Land the speeches, went the Marquess should married be, Unto a Noble Lady & to the same all parties did agre[e] The Marquess sent for Grissel fair, The Bride Bed chamber to prepare That nothing therein might be found awry; the Bride was with her Brother come which was great joy to all and some, But Grissel took all this most patiently. And in the morning When as they should be wedded her patience there was try'd, Grissel was charged Herself in friendly manner for to attire the Bride: Most willingly She gave consent to do the same the Bride in bravery was drest And presently The Noble Marquess thither came, with all his Lords at his Request O Grissel I will ask of thee If to this match thou wilt agree Methinks thy looks are waxed wondrous coy With that they all began to smile: And Grissel she reply'd the while, God send Lord Marquess many years of joy. The Marquess was moved to see his best beloved, Thus patient in distress, He stept unto her, And by the hand he took her, these words he did express: Thou art the Bride, And all the Brides I mean to [have,] these two thine own children [us]. The youthful Lady On her knees did blessing cra[ve], her Brother as well as she. And you that envy her estate Whom I have chosen to my mate Now blush for shame and honor vertuous life, The Chronicles of lasting fame, Shall evermore extol the fame, Of patient Grissel my most constant wife.
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Printed for J. C. W. T. and T. P.