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R227891 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN In Pescod time In Peascod Time In Peascod Time MArk well my heavy doleful Tale, / you Loyal Lovers all. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 164 3: 165 A Lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall. / Declaring how a Gentlewoman through her too much trust came to her end, and how / her Lover slew himself. A Lamentable Ballad of the LADY’s Fall. A Lamentable Ballad of the LADY’s Fall. 1674-1674 F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke

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MArk well my heavy doleful Tale, you Loyal Lovers all. And heedfully bear in your breast a gallant Ladies fall: Long was she wood ere she was won, to lead a wedded life, But folly wrought her overthrow, before she was a wife. Too soon alas she gave consent to yield unto his will, Though he protested to be true, and faithful to her still: She felt her body altered quite, her bright hue waxed pale, Her fair red cheeke turnd colour white, her strength began to fail. So that with many a sorrowful sigh, this beautious Maiden mild, With grievous heart perceivd her self to be conceivd with Child: She kept it from her fathers sight, as close as close might be, And so put on her silken gown, none might her swelling see. Unto her Lover secretly she did her self bewray, And walking with him hand in hand, these words to him did say: Behold, said she, a Maids distress, my love, brought to thy bow, Behold I go with Child by thee, but none thereof doth know.
The little Babe springs in my womb to hear the Fathers voice, Let it not be a Bastard calld, sith I made thee my choice: Come, come, my love, perform thy vow and wed me out of hand, O leave me not in this extream, in grief alwayes to stand. Think on thy former promise made, thy vows and oaths each one, Remember with what bitter tears to me thou madst thy moan: Convey me to some secret place, and marry me with speed, Or with thy Rapier end my life, ere further shame proceed. Alas my dearest Love, quoth he, my greatest joy on earth, Which way can I convey thee hence, without a sudden Death? Thy friends they be of high degree, and I of mean estate, Full hard it is to get thee forth out of thy Fathers gate. Dread not thy self to save my fame, and if thou taken be, My self will step between the Swords, and take the harm on me: So shall I scape Dishonour quite, if so I should be slain, What could they say? but that true love did work a Ladies Bane.
ANd not fear any further harm, my self will so devise, That I will go away with thee, unseen of mortal eyes: Disguised like some pretty Page, Ile meet thee in the dark, And all alone Ile come to thee, hard by my Fathers Park. And there, quoth he, Ile meet my love, if God do lend me life, And this day moneth without all fail, I will make thee my wife: Then with a sweet and loving kiss, they parted presently, And at their parting brinish tears, stood in each others eye. At length the wished day was come, whereas this lovely Maid, With lovely eyes, and strange attire, for her true lover staid: When any person she espyd, come riding ore the plain, She thought it was her own true love, but all her hopes were vain. Then did she weep and sore bewail her most unhappy state, Then did she speak these woful words when succourless she sat: O false forsworn and faithless wretch, disloyal to thy love, Hast thou forgot thy promise made, and wilt thou perjurd prove? And hast thou now forsaken me in this my great distress, To end my days in open shame, which thou mightst well redress? Wo worth the time I did believe that flattering tongue of thine, Would God that I had never seen, the tears of thy false Eyne. And thus with many a sorrowful sigh homewards she went again, No rest came in her watry Eyes, she felt such bitter pain.
In travel strong she fell that night, with many a bitter throw, What woful pangs she felt that night doth each good woman know. She called up her waiting-Maid, that lay at her Beds-feet, Who musing at her Mistress woe, did strait begin to weep: Weep not, said she, but shut the door, and windows round about Let none bewail my wretched case, but keep all persons out. O Mistriss call your Mother dear, of women you have need, And of some skilful Mid-wives help, the better you may speed: Call not my Mother for thy life, nor call no women here, The Mid-wives help comes now too late my death I do not fear. with that the babe sprang in her womb no Creature being nigh, And with a sigh that broke her heart, this gallant dame did dye: This living little Infant young, the mother being dead, Resignd his new received breath, to him that had him made. Next morning came her Lover true, affrighted at this news, And he for sorrow slew himself, whom each one did accuse: The mother with the new born Babe, were both laid in one grave, Their Parents overcome with wooe, no joy of them could have. Take heed you dainty damosels all of flattering words beware, And of the honour of your name have you a special care: Too true alas this story is, as many one can tell, By others harms learn to be wise, and thou shalt do full well.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.