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2.183 R234366 1 Whitney's Farewel, &c. Russell's Farewell Whitney's Farewell, etc. False Wretch, why would thou thus betray/ my Life, whilst in its Prime! date in imprint old style Pepys 2.183 Rollins (1) VI:313-319; Wing W2032aA 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: 183 Whitney's Dying Letter/ To his Mistriss that betray'd him: With her Answer./ Giving a full Account how through excess of Grief and Mal-/ lancolly She Stabed Herself. Whitney's Dying Letter To his Mistriss that betray'd him: With her Answer. Giving a full Account how through excess of Grief and Mal- lancolly She Stabed Herself. Whitney's Dying Letter to His Mistress that Betrayed Him: With Her Answer. Giving a Full Account How Through Excess of Grief and Melancholy She Stabbed Herself. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 193 x 308 cropped left edge, uneven inking Printer J. W. 1693 LONDON, Printed by J. W. near White-Friers Gate. 1692. Weinstein: date in imprint old style correct initials?

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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 death historicalfigures&events love sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 9/11/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created 12/14/06 Transcriber Laura Miller/Talya Meyers Original transcription 8/21/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan/Jessica Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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False Wretch, why would thou thus betray my Life, whilst in its Prime! Sure Terror haunts thy breast each day For so unjust a crime. Curse on the time I lov'd thy Charms, Or did thy Pleasures taste: The false Embraces of thy Arms Hath brought me to my last.
How oft have I thy wants reliev'd, And to support thy pride; Thou knowst full well I often Theiv'd, New Dresses to provide. And then to recompence at last, My Love with death and Shame Sure Justice will make thee taste For thy reward the same.
Base Woman, Woman, how canst be So infamously false! So full of hate and treachery, That none can feel thy pulse. Malice with Love thou canst disguise, Thy subtle ends to gain: And seem most foolish when most wise, To Cheat believing Man. I'm bound to Curse that tempting Eye That did my breast invade. Tis by that charming Treachery I am to death betray'd. Beware how Whores your secrets gain, Their subtle charms deride; They to the Gallous bring more Men, Then all the World beside. Had I thus wretched shame surviv'd, O then thou shouldst have seen, Thy Charms should have no more deceiv'd Poor Whittney o're again! But as I'm now compell'd to dye, The World will surely see, Some dreadful death or misery, Will doubtless fall on thee. If I had ne're so wicked been, You ought not above all To be the only Person seen To work my shameful fall. When I am dead and gone thou'l find, Within my breast a Hell. Whose Glommey flams will plague thy mind, And so false wretch farewel. Her ANSWER . WHy should Passion so prevail, Against the thing I lov'd. My Grief no longer I'le conceal, My hearts to sorrow mov'd. How oft, how oft, have I embrac'd Dear Whittney in my Arms; Whose kind affections on me were plac'd On my prevailing Charms.
Through his unkind neglects of late To Envy I was bent: And brought him to his woful fate Which I too late Repent. Now could I wish 'twas in my pow'r, But to restore his Breath; I'de Bless, I'de Bless that happy hour. Cou'd I retrieve his Death. But now alace, it is too late The greater are my Cares. I only can bemoan his Fate, And think of him with Tears. The sweet delights I oft enjoy'd. Along with him are fled, The Comfort of my Life's destroy'd, Since my dear Whittney' s Dead. Ah! how unhappy am I grown, Each thought new woes create. I should have thought I'de happy been Could I have shar'd his Fate. But since through Envy I Betray'd, Poor Whittney to his fall, By my own Treachery I am made A Wretch condemned by all. I'le wander to some Gloomy-Shade And let my Tears express, The Cares and Sorrows that invade, And do my heart oppress. Pitty my Griefs ye Powers above, And hasten on my Doom; That I may follow what I Love To the Elizeum . With this bright Dagger in my hand, I'le give my Woes relief; This fatal Stobb shall now Command An end to all my grief. Dear Whittney 'tis for thee I bleed, I brought thee to thy Doom. Which makes me Act this bloody Deed And now dear Soul I come.
LONDON , Printed by J.W. near White-Friers Gate. 1692.