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5.303 R174712 1 The Ruined Virgin Welladay The Ruined Virgin A Damsel with a Knight lived of late, / She was a Beauty bright of low Estate, Pepys 5.303 Rollins (1) VII:132-135; Wing D1954[a]A 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. 5: 303 THE/ Dorset-shire Tragedy:/ OR, A/ Shepherd's Daughter's Death and Distruction,/ by a false Steward, her Fellow-servant, and likewise end-/ed his own Days in desperate Despair. THE Dorset-shire Tragedy: OR, A Shepherd's Daughter's Death and Distruction by a false Steward, her Fellow-servant, and likewise end- ed his own Days in desperate Despair. The Dorsetshire Tragedy: or, a Shepherd's Daughter's Death and Destruction, by a False Steward, her Fellow Servant, and Likewise Ended His Own Days in Desperate Despair. 1/2 sheet folio, 250 x 160 cropped right edge, uneven inking 1664-1703 LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge. J. Blare BBTI

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A Damsel with a Knight lived of late, She was a Beauty bright of low Estate, A Shepherd's Daughter dear, In famous Dorset-shire; But Fortune prov'd severe as you shall find. While she in Service dwelt their Steward he Prete[n]ded that he felt Captivity, And Sorrow for her sake, Said he, Some pity take, Or else my Heart will break, Dearest, he cry'd, The charming Bliss, he cry'd, let me enjoy, For thou shalt be my Bride, Love, be not coy, Doubt not my loyalty, If I am false to thee, Let Vengeance follow me for mine Offence. From her fond Arms she flung, and frowns did cast, Yet his deluding Tongue gain'd her at last, So that she prov'd with Child; Then this young Damsel mild, Finding herself defil'd, her Grief was great. Now when he understood her woful case, He led her to a Wood, where for a space They wander'd hand in hand, From loansome land to land, She could not understand what it did mean. To him she made her moan, with melting Eyes, As they was all alone, these was her Cries, Make me your lawful Wife, Or end my wretched Life: This said, he drew his Knife and wounded her. Down at his Feet she fell, and bleeding lay, Crying, False Love farewel, now, now this day, Here I am laid full low, Yet of a truth I know, You'll not unpunish'd go for thine Offence.
There was no living Soul but you and I, That see this horrid, foul, black villany; Yet when I am at rest, Conscience shall you molest: She having this exprest, closed her Eyes, The Steward left her there cover'd with green, Close in a Thicket where she'd not be seen: As home his coast he stear'd, A frightful Voice he heard, Crying, You are not clear'd of Murther so. Conscience continually flew in his Face, Likewise a dreadful Cry, in e'ry place, Follow'd him Night and Day, False Steward come away, And make no long delay, you must be Try'd, When he laid down his Head to close his Eyes, He heard all round his Bed the wanted Cries, Which so disturb'd his Rest, That he smote on his Breast, Crying, I am opprest, where should I go. Sometimes her bleeding Ghost in flames appear'd Saying, You shall not boast that you are clear'd, Who wrought my fatal Fall, For Vengeance still I call, Alive or dead you shall have your reward. This Soul amazing grief he could not bear, And therefore to be brief, in said despair He took that very Knife, And cut the Thread of Life, That he might end the strife and follow her. He left these Lines behind, written in Bl[o]od. Dearest, I prov'd unkind, therefore a flood Of Tears and wreaking Gore, Now, now, must waft me o're To that eternal Shore were thou dost dwell.
LONDON: Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge.