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R216113 2 UNKNOWN Gerards mistris Gerard's Mistress Gerard's Mistress HOw fares / My fair Leander, O vouchsafe to speak, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 150 3: 151 An Excellent Sonnet of the Unfortunate LOVES, / of Hero and Leander. Crouch, Humphrey 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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Hero. HOw fares My fair Leander, O vouchsafe to speak, lest my heart break, I banisht am from thy sweet company, Tis not Thy Fathers anger can abase my love, I still will prove Thy faithful friend until such time I Dye, Though Fate And Fortune doth conspire, to interrupt our love In spight of fate and fortunes hate, I still will constant prove, And though Our angry friends in malice, now our bodies parts Nor friends nor foes, nor scars nor blows, shall seperate our hearts. Leander. What voice Is this that calls Leander from her Bower, from yonder Tower, The eccho of this voice doth sure proceed, Hero. Leander. Tis thy Hero fain would come to thee, if it might be, Thy absence makes my tender heart to bleed, but oh This pleasant river Hellisponce, which is the peoples wonder Those waves so high doth injury, by parting us asunder. And though Theres Ferry men good store yet none will stand my f[r]iend, To waft me o[]re to that fair shore, where all my grief shall end.
Leander. Hero, Though I am thy constant Lover still and ever will, My angry Father is thy Enemy, He still Doth strive to keeps asunder now and then, poor Ferry men They dare not waft thee over lest they dye, Nor yet Dare they convey me unto my dear Hero now My Fathers rage will not asuage, nor will the same allow, Be patient Then dear Hero now as I am true to thee, Even so I trust thou art as just, and faithful unto me. Hero. Is there No way to stay an angry Fathers wrath whose fury hath Bereavd his child of comfort and content. Leander. O no, Dear Hero theres no way that I do know, to ease my Woe, My days of joy and comfort now is spent, You may, As well go tame a Lyon in the Wilderness, As to perswade my Fathers aid, to help me in distress, His anger And his River hath kept us asunder long. He hath his will, his humour still, and we have all the wrong.
Hero. TIs not Thy Fathers anger, nor this River deep, the which shall keep, Me from the imbr[a]cements of my dearest friend For through This silver stream, my way I mean to take, even for thy s[a]ke, For thy dear sake my dearest life Ile spend, Though waves And winds should both conspire, mine enemies to be, My lovs so strong, I fear no wrong can happen unto me: O meet Me in thy Garden, where this pleasant River glides. Lend me thy hand, draw me to Land, what ever me betides. Now must I make my tender slender arms my Oars, help watry powers, Yea little Fishes teach me how to swim, And all Ye sea-nimphs guard me unto yonder banks, Ile give you thanks Bear up my body, strengthen every limb, I come Leander now prepare thy lovely arms for me. I come dear love, assist me Jove, I may so happy be, But oh! A mighty tempest rose, and he was drownd that Tide, In her fair sight, his hearts delight, and so with grief she dyd.
But when Her aged Father these things understands, he wrings his hands, And tears his hoary hair from off his head, Society He shuns and doth forsake his meat, his griefs so gr[e]at, And oft doth make the lowly ground his bed, O my Leander would that I had dyd to save thy life, Or that I had when I was sad, made thee brave Heros wife. It was My trespass, and I do confess I wronged thee; Posterity shall know hereby, the fault lay all in me. But since The waves have cast his body on the Land, upon the sand, Pis Corps shall buried be in solemn wise, One grave Shall serve them both, and one most stately tomb, she[]l m[a]ke him rome, Although her corps be breathless where she lies Ye Fathers Have a special care now, whatsoer you do, For those that parts true loyal hearts, themselves were never true. Though Fate And fortune crosse poor Lovers, sometimes as we know, Pray understand, have you no hand even in their overthrow.
FINIS. H. Crouch. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.