%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Mourning Conquest. Or,/ The Womans sad Complaint, and doleful Cry,/ To see her Love in Fainting-fits to lye. Butler, Samuel University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1674-1679 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/21/2007 21151

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3.139 R172536 1 A loving Husband will not be unto his Wife unkind Alas, Poor Thing A Loving Husband Will Not Be Unto His Wife Unkind AS I did walk abroad one time,/ I chanced for to see, alas poor thing. Pepys 3.139 Wing M2991[a]A; Rollins (2) 1835 (March 1, 1675, ii, 499). 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: 139 The Mourning Conquest. Or,/ The Womans sad Complaint, and doleful Cry,/ To see her Love in Fainting-fits to lye. The Mourning Conquest. Or, The Womans sad Complaint, and doleful Cry, To see her Love in Fainting fits to lye. The Mourning Conquest. Or, the Woman's Sad Complaint, and Doleful Cry, to See Her Love in Fainting Fits to Lie. Butler, Samuel 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 186 x 274 torn bottom edge, torn and creased surface vertical rule and cast fleurons 1674-1679 London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. W[ri]ght, and J. Clark. F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark Blagden

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AS I did walk abroad one time, I chanced for to see, A Young-man and a Maid, but they did not know of me; She being in the vain then, chuckt him under the chin, And smiling in his face, she said, alas poor thing. The Young-man very bashful was but had a good intent, He lov'd the Maid with all his heart but knew not what she meant, And much a do she had, poor heart; this Young-man for to bring, Unto her bow, which made her cry, alas poor thing! She by his loving Complements, did understand and find, That she might safely let him know and understa[nd] [her m]ind:
Pretending for to stumble, on the ground herself did fling, And said, Sweet-heart I fell by chance alas poor thing! The young-man standing all amaz'd for a little space, And finding opertunity, and a conveniant place, Under a shady Bower, close by a pleasant Spring; Upon the Maid himself he he throws, alas poor thins. I could not chuse but laugh to see these two so close imploy'd, The young-man was contented, and the Maid was over joy'd, Expressing of her love, she did closely to him cling, But finding him begin to fail, alas poor thing.
IT was not long before this young man was tired with this sport, He laid him down to rest a while, he took his breath full short: She turn'd about, and kist him, and did closely to him cling, Sweet-heart (quoth she) how dost thou now, alas poor thing! But finding him in fainting fits, she then began to weep, And with her hands she rubb'd his joynts to keep this Youth from sleep; Quoth she, sweet-heart, thy weakness makes my very heart to sting: Come fye, for shame rouze up thy self alas poor thing! And comming to himself again, his face lookt wondrous wan, Wishing he were as strong, as when he first with her began: And in a rage he swore, he thought no Woman e're could bring, A man so weak, which made him cry alas poor thing! Quoth she, sweet-heart, the Souldier that doth venture in the field, Although at first repulsed, yet the day they will not yeild:
But face about, and Charge again, and take the other fling: Ile do my best to second thee, alas poor thing! Poor heart, she did what in her lay, this Young-mans heart to cheer, By kissing him, and calling him, her Hony, and her Dear, But finding of his Courage, so sadly for to hing, Down she fell again, and cry'd, alas poor thing! The youngman hearing of her moan his credit for to gain, Resolving for to try his strength, but all was spent in vain: And troubling of his love-slain mind he like a Logg did cling, Which made her kick him off, & cry, alas poor thing! So to conclude, I saw this youth, most farely beat in Field: The stoutest heart that ever drew, is sometimes forced to yeild, And so put up his Blade again, there sadly for to hing, And leave his Foe to sigh and cry, alas poor thing!
S. B.
London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark.