%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Banish'd DUKE: / OR, / The Noble Tolander's Wrongs redrest by the Death / of his false Friend, who was the real Cause of his Exile. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1702 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/22/2008 22220

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

5.3 R172578 1 The Ruined Virgin, &c. The Ruined Virgin, etc. PIty a noble Peer, fam'd for renown, / Till Fortune prov'd severe, and run me down, Pepys 5.3 Rollins (1) VII: 121-124; Wing B644 [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: 3 The Banish'd DUKE: / OR, / The Noble Tolander's Wrongs redrest by the Death / of his false Friend, who was the real Cause of his Exile. The Banish'd DUKE: OR, The Noble Polander 's Wrongs redrest by the Death of his false Friend, who was the real Cause of his Exile. The Banished Duke: Or, the Noble Pole's Wrongs Redressed by the Death of His False Friend, Who Was the Real Cause of His Exile. 1/2 sheet folio 255 x 174 cropped top edge, creased, uneven inking 1671-1702 LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon at the / Sign of the Angel in Guil-spur-street. J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 2/22/2008 3:09:53 PM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 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 2/22/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Tragedy 02/22/08 Checker Rachel Mann Updated metadata, created xml 06/25/07 Checker Pavneet Aulakh Checked transcription, created metadata 2006 Checker Laura Miller Checked transcription 07/19/06 Transcriber Liberty Stanavage Original transcription 9/9/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Banish'd DUKE:</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">OR,</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Noble <hi rend="bold">Polander</hi>'s Wrongs redrest by the Death</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">of his false Friend, who was the real Cause of his Exile.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the Tune of, <hi rend="bold">The Ruined Virgin</hi>, etc.</hi></seg>
PIty a noble Peer, fam'd for renown, Till Fortune prov'd severe, and run me down, In Poland was I born, And did that Court adorn, Till I became their scorn, thro private speen. While Fortune favour'd me, it is well known, My seat was next degree beneath the Throne, And was in e'ry thing, Next to my royal King, While thus my fame did ring, ruin appear'd. I was in danger then, being so great, The eyes of envious Men, on me did wait, And labour'd night and day, My fortune to betray, Being advanc'd, I lay fair for a strom. High Mountains often are by Thunder tore, And lofty Cedars fair those claps will lower, Though innocent and pure, Sharp storms they must indure, While Vallies are secure, because they'r low. I never wronged Man, Woman, nor Child, As Poland witness can, tho I'm exil'd, Where I in tears alone, To Hills and Rocks of Stone, Make my lamenting moan both night and day. The truth I do report, Heavens be prais'd, While I remain'd in Court, many I rais'd, One whom I honour'd so, Did prove my private Foe, And wrought my overthrow, for my Good-will. The King's displeasure grew sharp and severe, When I the reason knew, I strove to clear Myself, but all in vain, No favour could I gain, My very heart in twain, I thought would break. Standing before the King and Nobles too, They charg'd me with a thing I never knew; He whom I mention'd told, That I the Jewels sold, And had convey'd the Gold, the Lord knows where. This did astonish me, I stood amaz'd, At length with bended knee, my voice I rais'd, Saying, Most gracious King, If he full proof can brin, That I have done this thing, then let me dye.
Tho' I had much to say, myself to clear, Friendship I found decay, for they'd not hear How I was innocent, No, nor the least relent, But straight for banishment I was ordain'd. From my sweet Lady gay, and Children small, I was compell'd away, tho' tears did fall Like melting showers of Rain, Weeping was all in vain, They could no favour gain but I must go. Here in a barren Land, now I reside, Where nothing comes to hand, but what the tide Brings floating to the shore, When hunger grieves me sore, Never was Duke before ruin'd like me. Once was my Table spread with sumptuous Meat, Where I in pleasure fed, but now I eat Raw Fishes black and foul, My sorrows I condole; Did ever noble soul suffer like me. Lady thou little know'st my grief and care, Which is arriv'd almost to sad despair, Having no Bread to carve, But ready am to starve, This I did ne'er deserve, tho' 'tis my doom. While he did thus lament and weep amain, The King, his Master, sent for him again, Because that private Foe, Which wrought his overthrow, Declar'd it was not so as he had said. Him to his Dignity he did restore, While the false Enemy suffer'd therefore: Let this forewarn them all, Who seeks anothers fall, It is well known they shall, meet with their doom. His Lady fair and bright, and Children sweet, Were crown'd with new delight, when they did meet; All tears was dry'd away, 'Twas a triumphant day, Both Lords and Ladies gay, said, Welcome home.
Licensed according to Order. LONDON: Printed for J. Deacon at the Sign of the Angel in Guil-spur-street.