%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE/ London TRAGEDY:/ OR,/ Fair Elizabeth's unkind Cruelty to her dearest Johnny,/ Who in dispair of her Love, Shot Himself with a Pistol in the Fields near/ Hackney, on the 16th Day of this Instant August, 1698. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 0 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/23/2007 22145

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5.309r R188467 1 Farewel my dear Johnny Farewell My Dear Johnny YOu Lovers, I pray you, be pleas'd to draw near, / And you a sad Tragical Ditty shall hear; date from title; imprint unclear: LONDON: Printed for J. Shoot[er.]; hinged broadsheet with verso: '[?]/ OR,/ A new Song much in Request amongst the dissatify'[d] Soldiers/ in France, who are unwilling to trust Fortune in followi[ng] their Ge-/neral into England, whose Subjects have given them a n[ew] Proof of/ their Courage, by their Bombarding of Calis.' Pepys 5.309r Rollins (1) VII:287-289; Wing L2910[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: 309 THE/ London TRAGEDY:/ OR,/ Fair Elizabeth's unkind Cruelty to her dearest Johnny,/ Who in dispair of her Love, Shot Himself with a Pistol in the Fields near/ Hackney, on the 16th Day of this Instant August, 1698. THE London TRAGEDY: OR, Fair Elizabeth's unkind Cruelty to her dearest Johnny, Who in dispair of her Love, Shot Himself with a Pistol in the Fields near Hackney, on the 16th Day of this Instant August, 1698. The London Tragedy: Or, Fair Elizabeth's Unkind Cruelty to her Dearest Johnny, Who in Despair of her Love, Shot Himself with a Pistol in the Fields Near Hackney, on the 16th Day of this Instant August, 1698. 1/2 sheet folio, hinged, 255 x 180 all edges cropped, damaged surface, uneven inking, verso shows through horizontal rules 0 LONDON: Printed for J. Shooter. J. Shooter

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YOu Lovers, I pray you, be pleas'd to draw near, And you a sad Tragical Ditty shall hear; 'Tis of a young Man, who in Lothbury dwelt, The Passion of Love, and sharp Sorrow he felt; Elizabeth she was the Joy of his Heart, And therefore her Frowns like a powerful Dart, Did wound him so deep, that he often would cry, There's none in the World so unhappy as I: Wherefore is my Dearest, so false and unkind? O! Why does she change like the wavering Wind? As if she took Pleasure, and Pride to destroy The Man who desires, her Love to enjoy. Here am I confin'd by the Fetters of Love, There's none in the Kingdom I value above Elizabeth Spencer, my Joy and Delight; Ah! Why will she labour to ruin me quite? I once was perswaded she never would grieve Her Johnny, whom she did in Kindness receive; But now she does cause an invincible Pain, Ah! what have I done to deserve her Disdain? Tell me, did I ever my Duty neglect? Have I not afforded the dearest Respect To fairest Elizabeth, whom I adore; Then why am I tortur'd, and slighted therefore? Your Company now I no longer must have, Therefore I'll rush on to my tragical Grave; Thro' Blood I will venter, the Minute draws nigh; Tis Sorrow to live, but a Pleasure to die.
Sometimes these rash Thoughts, I endeavour'd to shun, Yet streight I resolv'd the black Deed shou'd be done; My Grief being more, than I am able to bear; For why should I live between Hope and Dispair? Perhaps when my Head, in the Grave shall be laid, You'll think of the Vows, which in private we made; You'll weep, and acknowledge your Scorn & Disdain[;] But 'twill not be Tears can recal me again. This Letter I write with a sorrowful Soul; Then when I'm departed perhaps you'll condole The Death of your Johnny, who n'er was unjust, With Tears you may spinkle my innocent Dust: For Conscience will live, when your Lover is dead; A million of Thoughts, may come then in your head, Which will be severe on your Spirits, I know, To check you my Dearest, who tortur'd me so. This Said, then a Pistol he took in his Hand, He never no longer disputing did stand, But shot himself, so he immeadiately fell, And bid both the World, and his Lover farewel. Now when he had given this desperate Wound, And that he lay Bleeding to Death on the Ground, Some Friends came about him, right sorry indeed; Then finding his Letter, 'twas printed with speed: That other young Damsels, henceforth may beware, How they leave their Lovers in Grief and Dispair; It is not their Duty to torture them so, The which may endanger their sad overthrow.
LONDON: Printed for J. Shoot[er.]