%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece:/ Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear,/ And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear,/ A sad mistake their Ruine did procure,/ When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure;/ Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Prime,/ And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1688 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/12/2007 21361

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3.346 R227346 1 Digby's Farewel Digby's Farewell Digby's Farewell WHen all hearts did yield unto Cupid as King,/ And dying for Mistresses was no strang thing, Pepys 3.346 Wing P4317 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: 346 Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece:/ Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear,/ And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear,/ A sad mistake their Ruine did procure,/ When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure;/ Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Prime,/ And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece: Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear, And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear, A sad mistake their Ruine did procure, When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure; Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Prime, And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Masterpiece: Behold the Downfall of Two Loves Dear, and to Their Memories, Let Fall a Tear, a Sad Mistake Their Ruin Did Procure, When as They Thought Their Friendship Should Endure; Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut Them Off in Prime, and for Enjoyment, Would Afford No Time. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 330 damaged surface, uneven inking 1678-1688 London Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood. W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, W. Whitwood PBA

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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 9/12/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate death love mythology/Classicalworld trickery/deceit 9/12/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created; ESTC # found in bl.uk 8/18/06 Transcriber Eric Nebeker Original transcription 8/31/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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WHen all hearts did yeild unto Cupid as King, And dying for Mistresses was no strang thing, When Maids without coyness did candidly deal, And men lov'd with constancy, faith, and true Zeal: There liv,d a fair pare of true Lovers in Greece Who have still bin accounted as Lov's master-piece. The Yough was call'd Pyramus, Thisbe the Maid: Their Love was immortal, and never decay'd. But alas! their affections were crost by sad Fate: To wit, by the fewd and immortal debate That had bin fomented for many years space, Between both their Families, & their whole Race. Which made the fair Cuple, tho scorcht with loves fire, Still smother their Flames & conceal their desire: They sigh'd still in private, and wept all alone; And dar'd not discover a Tear or a Groan.
They sigh'd all the Night, & they gaz'd all the Day: Thus weeping and gazing, and sighing away Their langushing Lives, which they spent all in Tears, In sighs, & in groans, & in amorous fears. And when the whole world was compos'd in a sleep, Their grief kept them waking to sigh & to weep. Thus wandring all night, to the stars they complain, Of hardship, of fate, of their torments, and pain. But when they no longer those pains cou'd endure Their Love did begin for to seek out some Cure. And so they appointed one Night for to meet In some neighbouring Vally, and there for to greet: And thence fly away to some far distant Cave, To love at their leasure: contented to have The joyes of each other; and there let loves flame Burn quietly out without danger of blame.
And so when that Phebus had run out his Race, Fair Thisbe came first into the meeting place. Impatient she stood and expected her Dear; She thought that each moment he staid, was a year. Then under a Mulbery-tree down she lies, But scarce was lay down when she presently spies A grim and fierce Lyon besmear'd all with Blood, Came wandring down from the neighbou[r]ing wood Away run the Nimph to a Cave in a Fright. She fly's & her Mantle is lost in the flight: Which the bloody Lyon takes up in his Pawes He tears it, & then with the Raggs wipes his jaws. Soon after pooor Pyramus came for to find, His long wisht for Thisbe: but fate prov[']d unkind. For when divine joys he did hope for to have He found but a winding sheet, death, & cold Grave. For when that he saw his loves Mantle all tore, Bedew'd all with blood, & besmear'd all with Goar: And then saw the Lyon trot over the plain, He falsly concluded his Thisby was slain. O who can express the vast torment and smart, The pangs and the anguish & grief of his heart? He made the Woods ring with his pitiful moanes The Rocks & the Mountains did Eccho his Groans. Alas: (said Pyramus) could she then find No help form the Gods! are they so unkind? Or else have they stole her away from our sight, And so Rob[']d the Earth to make Heaven more bright? O tell me kind Sta[r]s! come and tell me but where My Thisbe is gon, and Ile follow my dear. Two death-wounds already I bear in my breast, Once wounded by Love & by grief now opprest.
Ile weep out my life, & Ile sigh out my Soul: Ile groan for my Love till my Carcass grows cold. Her Mantle Ile take for my sad Winding-sheet, In that mournful posture my Thisbe Ile meet. But a languishing death comes with too much delay: Great grief is impatient of so long a stay, Ile make greater hast to my Love: at which word The Youth stab'd himself to the heart with his Sword. By this time fair Thisbe was come from he[r] Cave So pale that she ris like a Ghost from its Grave. For when she her Pyramus dying did see, She look'd much more like to Carcass than he. You'd have thought that the Nymph woud before him have dy'd She fel on his body then mournfully cry'd O why my dear Pyrimus who so unkind; Why run you away and leave Thisbe behind? At Thisbies sweet Name the Youth lifts up his eyes: He looks, & he sighs, & then shuts them & dyes: He gaz'd till he dy'd then content with the sight. Away to Elizium his Soul took its flight. And Thisbies did after it presently flye: She struggled, & strove, and made hast her to dye. And such hast she made in o're taking her dear She ne[']re stay'd to complain nor sca[r]ce drop a Tear. Her tender, and gentle heart soon burst with grief[!] And Death stole away her fa[i]r Soul like a Thief. Then down her cold body she lay by her Love. Both pitty'd by all the kind Gods of the Grove. The amorous Turtles and Nightingalls sung Their Obs[e]quies: & in sad Notes their Knell sung. And each loving beast of the Wood left his Cave, And came for to make the dead Lovers a Grave.
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