%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Dying Lovers last Farvvel: / Or, the Tragical downfal of Martellus and Arminda. / The Shepherd being slighted, did despair, / And being sore oppresst with grief and care, / He did complain that Love he ever try'd, / So yielded unto Fate, and there he dy'd: / Who when the Nymph could not recall by Art, / Her sorrows swell'd, and broke her tender heart. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 0-1689 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/06/2007 21001

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3.8 R176435 2 Young Pheon Young Phaon Young Phaon Stone Walls cannot a Prison make Stone Walls cannot a Prison make ONe night when all the Uillage slept, / Martellus sought despair, author reference noted by Simpson as author from whose song this ballad is expanded Pepys 3.8 Wing ?D2952 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. 3: 8 The Dying Lovers last Farvvel: / Or, the Tragical downfal of Martellus and Arminda. / The Shepherd being slighted, did despair, / And being sore oppresst with grief and care, / He did complain that Love he ever try'd, / So yielded unto Fate, and there he dy'd: / Who when the Nymph could not recall by Art, / Her sorrows swell'd, and broke her tender heart. The Dying Lovers last Farwel: Or, the Tragical downfal of Martellus and Arminda. The Shepherd being slighted, did despair, And being sore opprest with grief and care, He did complain that Love he ever try'd, So yielded unto Fate, and there he dy'd: Who when the Nymph could not recall by Art, Her sorrows swell'd, and broke her tender heart. The Dying Lovers' Last Farewell: Or, the Tragical Downfall of Martellus and Arminda. The Shepherd Being Slighted, Did Despair, And Being Sore Oppressed with Grief and Care, He Did Complain that Love He Ever Tried, So Yielded unto Fate, and There He Died: Who When the Nymph Could Not Recall by Art, Her Sorrows Swelled, and Broke her Tender Heart. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 203 x 296 cropped top edge, uneven inking cast fleurons 0-1689 Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven a little above St. Andrews Church / in Holbourn. J. Conyers 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 8/6/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant death love rurallife 08/06/2007 Bibliographer Laura Miller Transcription checked. Metadata added. X-balladed. 12/22/2006 Transcriber Cat Zusky Original Transcription 2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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ONe night when all the Village slept, Martellus sought despair, The wandring Shepherd waking kept to tell the woods his care: Be gone, said he, fond thoughts be gone, eyes give your sorrow o're, Why should you waste your tears for one that thinks on you no more. Yet all the Birds, the Flocks, and Powers that dwell within the Grove, Can tell how many tender houres we here have past in love. Ye Stars above, my cruel foes, can tell how she has sworn A thousand times, that like to those her flames should ever burn.
I thought the Rocks would sooner move than she her faith betray, I was transported so with love, my senses fled away: When hand in hand we us'd to walk, no joy was like to this, She told me that I had her heart, and seal'd it with a kiss. But faithless she will ever be I to my sorrow find, Or else perhaps prove so to me, and to some other kind. But sure the god of Love will show'r down vengeance in the end, And punish by his mighty power those that his Laws offend.
How happy should I count my self for to receive one smile, From her that stole my heart away, and did me so beguile; My drooping spirits would revive, and I should be at ease, And promise to my self good days my fancy for to please. But since she's gone, O let me have my wish, and quickly dye, In this cold bank i'le make my Grave, and there forgotten lye: Sad Nightingales the watch shall keep, and kindly there complain. Then down the shepherd lay to sleep, and never wake'd again. The Womans Part. Arminda coming through the Grove, to ease him of his grief, And finding that her wronged Love was dead, past all relief: Unto the gods she did complain with senses all amaz'd, And sobbed out these words in vain as on his Grave she gaz'd. Oh! why ye only Powers above would you so cruel be, For to deprive me of my Love e're I his face could see: Unhappy I whose deep disdain makes me thus sadly crost, For when I thought to love again I found that I was lost.
O let me strive with all my Art thy breath for to reprive, That thou mayest know my lovesick heart doth for my shepherd grieve: With open eyes behold my Woe, that am with sorrow slain, Since that I prov'd thy deadly foe to kill thee with disdain. But oh! alas, I know grim death he will not bribed be, For to restore his latest breath to see my misery: No sorrow e're was like to mine, come help me for to mourn, That I in tears of watery Brine may to a Deluge turn. You Birds that warble in the woods, and Beasts so fierce and fell, Bear witness of my dying words, and weep my funeral Knell: Since he is to Elizium gone who was to me so kind, No longer I can live alone, nor stay one hour behind. I come dear Love, I come she cry'd, make thy Arminda Room, Since that for love Martellus dy'd, unto the shades I come, Then fetching of a dying groan, her tender heart it broke, And falling on her Lovers Grave, she never after spoke.
Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven a little above St. Andrews Church in Holbourn.