%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The True Lovers Tragedy:/ Being an Incomparable Ballad of a Gentleman and his LADY/ that both Killed themselves for Love, under the disguised Names of/ Philander and Phillis./ Phillis; Philanders scattered Garments find/ And thinks him slain, for which with Fate she joyns,/ And with her fatal Poniard striketh deep,/ As life no longer can its station keep,/ The Crimson Streams so fast flowd from her veins/ Yet Dying, of her Loves dear loss Complains:/ No sooner Death had closed up her Starry eyes/ But her Return'd Philander her espyes;/ And finding that for him she lost her Breath,/ He kills himself, and Crowns his Love with death. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/06/2007 21002

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3.9 R234411 1 Philander Ah Cruel Bloody Fate Philander AH Cruel Bloody fate, / what canst thou now do more? imprint unclear: Printed for P. Brooksby near West-Smit[h]fi[e]ld.; author reference noted by Simpson and Wing as author from whose song this ballad is expanded; Simpson: tune Pepys 3.9 Wing L885 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: 9 The True Lovers Tragedy:/ Being an Incomparable Ballad of a Gentleman and his LADY/ that both Killed themselves for Love, under the disguised Names of/ Philander and Phillis./ Phillis; Philanders scattered Garments find/ And thinks him slain, for which with Fate she joyns,/ And with her fatal Poniard striketh deep,/ As life no longer can its station keep,/ The Crimson Streams so fast flowd from her veins/ Yet Dying, of her Loves dear loss Complains:/ No sooner Death had closed up her Starry eyes/ But her Return'd Philander her espyes;/ And finding that for him she lost her Breath,/ He kills himself, and Crowns his Love with death. The True Lovers Tragedy: Being an Incomparable Ballad of a Gentleman and his LADY that both Killed themselves for Love, under the disguised Names of Philander and Phillis. Phillis, Philanders scattered Garments find And thinks him slain, for which with Fate she joyns, And with her fatal Poniard striketh deep, As life no longer can its station keep, The Crimson Streams so fast flowd from her veins Yet Dying, of her Loves dear loss Complains: No sooner Death had closed up her Starry eyes But her Return'd Philander her espyes; And finding that for him she lost her Breath, He kills himself and Crowns his Love with death. The True Lovers' Tragedy: Being an Incomparable Ballad of a Gentleman and His Lady that Both Killed Themselves for Love, Under the Disguised Names of Philander and Phillis. Phillis, Philander's Scattered Garments Find And Thinks Him Slain, for Which With Fate She Joins, And With Her Fatal Poniard Strikes Deep, As life No Longer Can Its Station Keep, The Crimson Streams So Fast Flowed From Her Veins Yet Dying, of Her Love's Dear Loss Complains: No Sooner Death Had Closed Up Her Starry Eyes But Her Returned Philander Her Espies; And Finding That for Him She Lost Her Breath, He Kills Himself And Crowns His Love with Death. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 185 x 330 cropped top edge 1680 Printed for P. Brooksby near West-Smithfield. P. Brooksby Weinstein: Simpson: Tune

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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 violence 08/06/2007 Checker Laura Miller Transcription checked; metadata created; xballaded 12/25/2006 Transcriber Cat Zusky Original Transcription 2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AH Cruel Bloody fate, what canst thou now do more? Alas 'tis now too late, Philander to restore; Why should the Heavenly powers perswade Poor Mortals to believe, That they guard us here, And reward us there, Yet all our joys deceive.
Her Pon[y]ard then she took, and held it in her hand, Then with a dying look, cry'd thus I fate command: Philander ah my love I come, to meet thy shade below; Ah I come she cry'd, With a wound so wide, There needs no second blow. Then purple waves of Blood, ran streaming down the floor, Unmov'd she saw the flood, and bless'd her dying hour, Philander and Philander still, the bleeding Phillis cry'd, She wept a while, and she forcd a smile, then clos'd her eyes and dy'd. Upon the blushing ground, stain'd with her Virgin blood, She lay in Deaths deep Swound, close by the murmering flood: Which for the lovely Phillis sake, complain'd of cruel fate, Which had caus'd such care, as had wrought dispair, I weep it to relate.
WHen loe Philander came, with joy to seek his love, And her dear promise claim, while Moon-beams from above Did twinkle through the thickest shade, and guild the flowry plain, When he espys, And ah Phillis cries, (not thinking she was slain) Arise, arise from earth, shake of this dull repose, Phillis my only mirth, to thee Philander bows: Sooner I would have come to thee, had not a Lyon stay'd, My course to fight, For which exploit, he Lifeless now is made. Ah me, what's this! she's cold, ye Gods quite Breathless too Oh Death durst thou infold, this beauties not thy due:
Alas! O cruel fate he cry'd, by her own hand 'tis well, Oh the dismal blow, That did overthrow, by heav'ns for me she fell. Behold my garments dy'd, in Phillis pretious blood, Which falling from my side, made her suppose me dead: And therefore fell for love of me, ah cruel destiny, And shall Philander live to wander, No! by the powers i'le dye. I come my Phillis now, prepare! for in thy arms: I will perform my vow, a sleep like death now charms: These ciprus wreaths our Crowns shall be we'l Triumph over death. From thy fair Lip, i'le Nectar Sip, Even with my latest breath. With that his Fatal Sword, he plunged in his breast, And sigh[']d with dying words oh now I am at rest, Now Phillis now for ever mine, fate now no more shall part, Then through the Wound, The passage found, and left the Lovers heart.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby near West-Smithfield.