%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite,/ Between a Fair young Lady, and a Courteous Knight. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/18/2007 21236

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3.223 R234448 1 Dainty come thou to me Dainty Come Thou to Me DEar Love regard my grief,/ do not my suit disdain, Pepys 3.223 Wing ?P872B; Rollins (2) 497 (December 14, 1624, IV, 132); Rollins (2) 2050 (March 1, 1675, ii, 496). 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: 223 A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite,/ Between a Fair young Lady, and a Courteous Knight. A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite, Between a Fair young Lady, and a Courteous Knight. A Pattern of True Love to You I Will Recite, Between a Fair Young Lady, and a Courteous Knight. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 188 x 282 cropped right edge, uneven inking 1684-1686 Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, & T. Passenger. J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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DEar Love regard my grief, do not my suit disdain, O yield me some releif, that am with sorrow slain: These long seven years & more have I still loved thee; Do thou my joys restore fair Lady pitty me. Pitty my grievous pain, long suffered for thy sake, Do not my suit disdain that no time rest can take: These seven long years & more, have I still loved thee: Do thou my joys restore fair Lady pitty me. How should I pitty thee? this Lady then reply'd, Thou art no match for me, thy suit must be deny'd: I am of Noble blood, you but of mean degree, It stands not for my good fondly to match with thee. This answer had he most, which cut his heart so deep, That on his bed full oft would he lie down and weep, With tears he did lament his forward destiny; With sighs yet would he say, fair Lady pitty me:
While I live, I must Love so fancy urgeth me, My mind cannot remove, such is my constancy: My mind is nobly bent though I of low degree Sweet Lady give consent to love and pitty me. The Lady hearing now the moan that he did make, Did of his suit allow and thus to him she spake: Sir Knight mourn thou no more my faith I plight to thee, May [th]is thy joys restore, thou hast thy wish of me. But first sweet Love (quoth she) what shift then wilt thou make With speed to Marry me, and thy delight to take: It were a bargain bad to get a wanton wife, And lose with sorrow great thy sweet desired life. If that my Father knew the love I bear to thee, We both the same should rue, therefore be rul'd by me: When my Father is in bed, and all his waiting men, Through the window will I get see that you meet me then.
Content Lady (he said) he's but a Coward Knight Whom ought shall make afraid to win a Lady bright: Thus then they went away, but by the Master Cook Coming through ye window wide was this fair Lady took. O gentle Cook (quoth she) do not my deed bewray Some favour to me shew and let me pass away: Love that doth conquer Kings forc'd me to do this deed, Whilst others sits and sings make not my heart to bleed Not so (then said the Cook) fair Lady pardon me, Who can this trespass brook committed thus by thee? My Lord your Father shall the matter understa[?]nd, For false I will not be, neither for House nor Land. Then from the Ladies face, fell down the tears amain, She was in woful case, and thus she made her moan: Was my own dear Love, little know'st thou my grief, Great sorrows must we prove, hope yielding no relief.
HEr Father in a spleen, lock'd up his daughter brite And sent forth Armed men to take this worthy Knight. Who then was judg'd to be quite banis[h]'d from the Land, Never his Love to see, so strict was the command. And at the Sessions next after the Knight was gone To his daughter full of woe they brought a hanged man: Whose head was smitten off, the Maidens truth to prove, Quoth her father) wanton dame now take thee here thy Love. Her tears fell down amain, when this sight she did see, And sorely did complain of Fathers cruelty:
His body she did wash with tears that she did shed, An hundred times she kist his body being dead. Alas my Love (she said) dear hast thou paid for me, Would God in Heavens bliss, my soul were now with thee But whilst that I do live, a vow I here do make Seven years to live unwed for my true Lovers sake. Her Father hearing this, was grieved inwardly, He pardon'd her amiss and prais'd her constancy. And to this courteous Knight her Father did her wed; God grant the like success where perfect love is bred.
Printed for J. Clarke, W Thackeray, & T. Passenger.