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1.64-65 S126148 1 Liue with me and be my loue Come Live With Me IF euer wight had cause to rue/ a wretched deede, vilde and vntrue, Iane Shore, the time I knew full well./ like me you climbd, like me you fell, Pepys 1.64-65 Rollins (1) II:128-138; STC 1361.5 [A. Mathewes] for F. Coules [c.1630]; Rollins (2) 1834 (Jan. 18, 1600, III, 154, Jno. Wolf). Woodblock 1: below title and tune, above column 1: A man, king or nobleman (presumable the Duke of Buckingham) sits in a throne, facing a younger, beardless man (presumably his servant, Banister). Buckingham leans forward in his chair or throne, pointing at Banister with his left hand. In his right hand he holds a scepter. He wears a short cloak or robe, and a crown. Banister wears a flat black hat, a long robe and short tunic. He carries a scroll in his left hand and gestures at Buckingham with his right hand.: 62 x 74 Woodblock 2: below title and tune, above column 2: A man (presumably the servant, Banister), cuts wood or tills a field with an axe or a hoe. Bent over the wood or field, he faces the right of the cut. He wears a hat, a vest with sleeves and a collar, and short, gathered pants. : 74 x 72 Woodblock 3: below title, above column 1, left of border: A man stands looking to his right. With his left hand, he reaches for the handle of his sword, which hangs behind him. The man wears a brimmed hat with a feather, an open cloak, a small ruff, gathered pants, and spurs. : 85 x 61 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: 64 1: 65 A most sorrowfull Song, setting forth the miserable end of Banister, who/ betraied the Duke of Buckingham, his Lord and Master. A most sorrowfull Song, setting forth the miserable end of Banister, who betraied the Duke of Buckingham, his Lord and Master. A Most Sorrowful Song, Setting Forth the Miserable End of Banister, Who Betrayed the Duke of Buckingham, His Lord and Master. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 270 x 160 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 278 x 146 torn bottom left corner, damaged surface, uneven inking, Manuscript verso shows through damaged surface, uneven inking sidepiece: 147 x 22, cast fleurons borders: 143 x 5, 52 x 5, 52 x 5, 71 x 5, 52 x 5, 71 x 5 1630 Printed for F. Coules. F. Coules Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:64-65 under F. Coles/F. Coules. BBTI lists Francis Coules active 1615-1680, 1624-1681, and in the Notes area tells us to "See COLES, Francis"; BBTI lists no "Coles" with a first initial F. except Francis. Plomer sends us to the 1641-1667 Dictionary, but we don't have it. ESTC lists only F. Coules.

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I F ever wight had cause to rue a wretched deede, vilde and untrue, Then Banister with shame may sing, who sold his life that loved him. The noble Duke of Buckingham , his death doth make me sing this song, I unto him did them betray, that wrought his downfall and decay. I him betraid, and none but I, for which I sorrow heavily: But sorrow now too late doth come, for I alone have him undone. Whose life I ought to have preserv'd, for well of me he is deserv'd, That from the dust had lifted me, to honour and to dignitie. But I these favours did forget, when thou with danger wast beset, Good Buckingham thy life I sold, in hope to have reward of gold. From Court unto my house is fled Duke Buckingham , to save his head, When Richard sought to cast thee downe whose hand did help him to the crown. But thou foundst treason hid in trust, for which I have my guerdon just: King Richard caus'd them to proclaime a thousand pound the man should gaine That Buckingham could first bring in, beside the favour of the King: This gold and favour drue my heart, to play this vile and traiterous part. But when this Duke I had betraide [I went to] court for to be paide,
With favour of the King and gold, cause I of Buckingham had told. But loe I found another thing, I was disdained of the King, And rated as a varlet base, that so betraid the good Dukes grace. That me so highly had preferd, above the merits I deservd Thus shame was all I did receive, yet so the King did me not leave. When I with sorrow home was gone, the King soone sent a Gentleman, Whom he did bid take to himselfe, my house, my land, and all my wealth. Then by the Kings authoritie, he tooke both gold and goods from me: My selfe, my wife, and children three, he turnd us forth without pittie. Into the field succour to seeke, whilst he my house and land did keepe, Thus I for favour purchast hate, my deed with shame I rue too late. Yet thus my sorrows do not end, now God from heaven his scourge doth send He to my soule sends double griefe, of all my sorrowes it is chiefe. Cease, cease all you that doe lament, least you my purpose doe prevent, I can no jot of sorrow spare, for you t'expresse your wofull care. Shame, woe, and sorrow doth belong to me, then all you do me wrong That make such lamentation deepe, when none but I have cause to weepe.
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J[ane Sh]ore , the time I knew full well, like me you climbd, like me you fell, The Duke did me to honour bring, thou wast advanced by the King. Thou lovd'st the King whilst he did live Fierce death the Duke did give, For making then a mournefull song, I justly chalenge thee of wrong. What though thou felst from high degree like me to end in miserie. Yet hast thou cause still to be glad, and none but I cause to be sad. In Court when thou hadst got high place for poore men thou didst purchase grace, And wouldst not suffer them take wrong, although their foes were nere so strong. Thou gavest an eare to widowes crie, & wip'd the teares from Orphants eye, Thou savdst their lives by law condemnd and judgde unto a wofull end. Thou mourndst when thy sweet Edward dide I unto death the Duke betraide, Thee Jane why mournst thou in thy song? I still do challenge thee of wrong. Ile give thee comfort for thy woe, so thou thy mourning wilt forgoe, And leave thy sad lament to me, for it belongeth not to thee. What though King Richard with disgrace did cast thee from thy loftie place? Thy good deeds done doth spread thy fame my cursed fact claimes endless shame.
Cease then from mourning lovely Jane , for thousands thanke thee for thy paine, Let sorrow dwell in my sad song, to whom it onely doth belong. Which song I sing not thee to grieve, but that thou maist my woes beleeve, This when thou hearest, thou wilt judge, all mournefull woe with me must lodge. When I like thee by Richard was made to the world a looking glasse, All hearts with teares thy fall did rue, but all did say I had my due. Though law did say non should thee give some lost their lives thee to relieve, When I cride give, men with rebuke said, not to him that sold the Duke. Thus thou foundst friends thee to relieve but when I askt, none would me give: Yea God on me a plague did send, my Sonnes came both to timeles end. My eldest (first through misery) did hang himselfe in a pig-stie, Whilst over him we sat and mournd, my youngest in a ditch was drownd. Where we did leave our Children dead, above the ground unburied, My selfe, my Wife, and Daughter deare, did range the countrie far and neere. Where ere we came to beg for neede, I still was rated for my deede, Each one denying to give him bread, that sold away his masters head, Then we returned home againe, at our own doore to end our paine, Whilst I sought stickes to make a fire, my daughters death brought her desire. His Servant which my land possest, came first and found my child deceast, Mittons young Son my wife there kild, his fathers heart with sorrow fild, Came forth his only sonne to view, whom I with his owne Rapier slew, And after this my Wife and I, ended our lives in miserie. All you that here my wofull song, know this though God do suffer wrong Yet treason foule he doth abhorre, and traitors vilde he doth not spare. Yee Christians deare blot not your fame with the disgrace of traitors name, Which I did carry to my grave, and to the worlds end shall it have.
Printed for F. Coules. FINIS.