%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk, / being condemned to be famished to death and after was pardoned by the Emperor. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1611-1611 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/14/2016 30398

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S114642 2 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame the same tune [unknown] The Same Tune IN Rome I read a Noble man, / the Emperor did offend, YEt now behold one daughter deare, / he had as I doe find, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 48 3: 49 A worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk, / being condemned to be famished to death and after was pardoned by the Emperor. A worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk, being condemned to be famished to death: and after was pardoned by the Emperor. A worthy example of a virtuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk, being condemned to be famished to death: and after was pardoned by the Emperor. 1611-1611 E.W.

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IN Rome I read a Noble man, the Emperor did offend, And for that fact he was adjudg'd unto a cruell end: That he should be in prison cast, with irons many a one, And there be famisht unto death, and brought to skin and bone. And more, if anyone were knowne, by night or yet by day, To bring him any kind of food, his hunger to allay: The Emperour swore a mighty oath, without remorse (quoth he) Thou shalt sustaine the cruellest death that may devised be. This cruel sentence once pronounc'd, the Noble man was cast, Into a dungeon darke and deepe, with irons fettered fast: Where when he had with hunger great, remained ten daies space, And neither tasted bread nor drink, in this most wofull case. The teares along his aged face, most plentiously did fall, And grievously he did begin for to complaine withall: O Lord, quoth he, what shall I doe, so hungry Lord am I, For want of bread, one bit of bread, I famish starve and die. How precious were one corne of wheat, unto my hungry soule, One crust, one crum, one little peece, my hunger to controle: Had I this dungeon heap'd with Gold, I would forgoe it all, To buy and purchase one browne loafe, yea were it nere so small.
O that I had but every day, one bit of bread to eate, Though nere so mouldy black or browne my comfort would be great: Yea albeit I tooke it up, trod downe in dirt and mire, It would be pleasing to my taste, and sweet to my desire. Good Lord how happy is the Hinde, that labours all the day, The drudging slave, the peasant poore, which at commandement stay: These have their ordinary meales, they take no heed at all Of those sweet crums and crusts, that they so carelesly let fall. How happy is the little chick, that without feare may goe, And pick up those most precious crums, which they away doe throw. O that some pretty little mouse, so much my friend would be, To bring some old forsaken crust, into this place to me. But oh my heart I wish in vaine, no succour I can have, No meat, no drink, no water eke, my loathed life to save. O bring some bread for Christ his sake, some bread, some bread to me, I die, I die, for lack of bread, nought but stone walls I see. Thus day and night he cryed out, in most outragious sort, That all the country farre and neere, were griev'd at his report. And though that many friends he had, and daughters in the towne, Yet none durst come to succour him, fearing the Emperours frowne.
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YEt now behold one daughter deare, he had as I doe find, Which liv'd in his displeasure great, for matching 'gainst his mind: Although she liv's in meane estate, she was a vertuous wife, And for to helpe her father deare, shee ventured thus her life. She quickly to her sisters ran, and did of them intreat, That by some secret meanes they would convay their Father meat. Our father deare doth starve, she said, the Emperours wrath is such, He dies alas for want of food, whereof we have too much. Sweet sisters therefore use some meanes, his life for to preserve, And suffer not our father deare, in prison for to starve: Alas quoth they, what shall we doe, his hunger to sustaine? You know tis death to any one, that would his life maintaine. And though we wish him well, quoth they we never will agree, To spoile our selves, we had as leefe that he should die, as wee. And sister, if you love your selfe, let this attempt alone, Though you doe nere so secret worke, at length it will be knowne. O hath our Father brought us up, and nourisht us, quoth she, And shall we now forsake him quite, in his extremity? No, I will venture life and limb, to doe my father good, The worst that is I can but die, to fit a tyrants mood. With that away she hies in haste, and to the Jayle she goes, But with her wofull father deare, she might not speake God knowes, Except the Emperor would grant his favour in that case: The Keeper would admit no wight to enter in that place. Then she unto the Emperour hyes, and falling on her knee,
With wringing hands and bitter teares, these words pronounced she: My hopelesse Father, gratious Lord, offending of your Grace, Is judg'd unto a pining death, within a wofull place: Which I confesse he hath deserv'd, yet mighty Prince, quoth she, Vouchsafe in gracious sort, to grant one simple boone to me: It chanced so, I matcht my selfe, against my fathers mind, Whereby I did procure his wrath, as fortune false assignd. And seeing now the time is come, he must resigne his breath, Vouchsafe that I may speake with him, before his houre of death: And reconcile my selfe to him, his favour to attaine, That when he dies I may not then under his curse remaine. The Emperor granted her request, conditionally that she, Each time she to her father came, should throughly searched be. No bread no meat with her she brought to helpe him there distrest, But every day she nourisht him, with her most tender brest. Thus by her milke he was preserv'd, a twelve month and a day, And was most faire and fat to see, yet no man knew which way. The Emperor musing much thereat, at length did understand, How he was fed, and yet his law not broke at any hand. And much admiring at the same, and her great vertue showne, Hee pardon'd him, and honor'd her, with great preferments knowne. Her Father ever after that, did love her as his life, And blest the time that shee was made, a loving wedded wife.
FINIS. London Printed for E.W.