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2.178 R234362 1 Bleeding Heart. My Bleeding Heart. Bleeding Heart YOu, that have melting hearts to grieve,/ This mournful Ditty pray receive, tune: 'rt' of 'Heart' rotated 90 degrees Pepys 2.178 Wing ?C1815A 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. 2: 178 THE/ Chamberlain's Tragedy:/ OR,/ The Cook=Maid's Cruelty;/ Being a true Account how she in the heat of Passion,/ murder'd her Fellow-servant (the Chamberlain) at an Inn, in the/ Town of Andever. THE Chamberlain's Tragedy: OR, The Cook-Maid's Cruelty; Being a true Account how she in the heat of Passion, murder'd her Fellow-servant (the Chamberlain) at an Inn, in the Town of Andever. The Chamberlain's Tragedy: Or, the Cook-maid's Cruelty; Being a True Account How She in the Heat of Passion, Murdered Her Fellow Servant (the Chamberlain) at an Inn, in the Town of Andever. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 196 x 307 holed and creased surface, uneven inking funerary border: 147 x 6, and horizontal rules 1671-1702 LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guiltspur-street. J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

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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 9/11/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Tragedy crime death punishment servitude 9/11/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created 12/7/06 Transcriber Laura Miller Original transcription 8/21/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan/Jessica Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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You that have melting hearts to grieve, This mournful Ditty pray receive, 'Tis of a bloody Tragedy, Unheard of Matchless cruelty. The which I shall in brief unfold, Therefore dear People, pray behold, The manner of this wicked deed, It needs must make your hearts to bleed.
Two Servants in one house did dwell, At Andever, 'tis known full well; A Cook-maid and a Chamberlin, Now the relation I'll begin: The one of them was most moross, The other was exceeding cross, So that with heat or passion they, Were still at parlance Day by Day.
They acted both, like Tygers wild, They never wou'd be reconcil'd By any admonition, no, Till passion prov'd their overthrow. Behold it happen'd on a day The Chamberlin, he took his way Unto the fire-side, where she Was busie at her Cookery. To make a Toast was his intent, But she his purpose wou'd prevent, With Knife in Hand, but still he cry'd, He valu'd not her haughty Pride. This rais'd her passion more and more, So that at length she vow'd and swore, That she wou'd stick him to the Heart, If he did not the Room depart: Quoth he, Are you so resolute, Is Blood the heat of your dispute? Yes, that it is, you Slave, quoth she, Be gone or I shall hang for thee. The Chamberlin reply'd again, Your swelling words are all in vain; I do not fear you in the least And thus their passion still increas'd. Quoth she, I'll not disputing stand, To him she ran with Knife in Hand And wounded him in woful case, Across his Head and down his Face. The wreaking Blood began to run, But still the Cook-maid had not done; Till through his Ribs, she thrust the Knife, And so bereav'd him of his Life.
When she beheld him on the floor, In woful streams of wreaking gore; She then bemoan'd her dismal state, But this repentance come too late. Thus having his destruction wrought, Before a Justice, she was brought, Who soon committed her to Goal, Where she the Murder does bewail. Often with Tears she does reply Why did my passion rise so high, As for to take his Life away, Alas! this is a dismal Day? How shall I answer for my crime, Who gave him not a Minutes time; To beg a Pardon for his Soul, In sorrow I his Death condole: I can expect no favour here, Who was so cruel and severe, That for a trifle I should be, The auther of his Tragedy. I needs must suffer for the same, And leave this wretched World in shame; But woe is me, that is not all, His Blood does for just vengance call. The time I have to live, I'll spend, In making God my special friend, That when this painful life I leave, He may in love my Soul receive. You Serants all both far anear, That does my sad relation hear; Labour to live in Love I pray, Least passion should your Lives decay.
LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Guiltspur-street.