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A Noble Marquis As he rode a Hunting, Hard a by Forest Side, A fair and comely Maid As she sat a Spining, His gentle Eye espyd: Most fair anly lovely, And of comely in Grace was she, Although simple Attire; She sung full sweetly, With pleasant Voice melodiously, Which set the Lords Heart on Fire: The more he lookd, the more he might Beauty bred his Hearts Delight: And to this Damsel Then he went with Speed, Good speed, (quoth he,) thou famious Flower. For Mistress of this homely Bower, Where Love and Virtue Dwells with sweet Content. With comely Gesture And modest mild Behaviour, She bids him welcome then; She entertainde him In faithful friendly Manner, And all his Gentlemen: The noble Marquis In his Heart felt such a Flame, Which set his Senses all at Strife. Quoth he, fair Maiden, Shew me soon what is thy Name, I mean to make thee my Wife. Grissel is my Name, quoth she, Far unfit for your Degree; Silly Maiden And of Parents poor. Nay, Grissel thou art rich, he said, A virtuous, fair, and comely Maid: Grant me thy Love, And I will ask no more,
At length she consented, And being both contented, They married were with Speed; Her Country Russet Was changd to silk and Velvet, As to her State agreed: And when that she Was thus trimly tired in the same, Her Beauty shone most bright, Far staining every other Fair and princely Dame, That did appear in Sight: Many envied her therefore, Because she was of Parents poor, And twixt her Lord and she Great Strife did rise: Some said this, and some said that, And some did call her Beggars Brat, And to her Lord They would her oft dispraise. O Noble Marquis; Quoth they, why didst thou wrong us, Thus basely for to wed, Who might have gotten An honorable Lady Into your princely Bed? Who will not now Your noble issue soon deride, Which shall hearafter be born, That art of Blood so base, Born by the Mothers Side, The which will bring them to Scorn? Put her therefore quite away, And take to you a Lady gay, Whereby your Lineage May renowned be be. Thus every Day they seemd to prate That malicd Grissels good Estate; Who all this while Took it most patiently.
When that the Marquis Did see they were bent thus, Against his lawful Wife; Whom he most dearly, Tenderly and intirely Lovd as his Life; Minding in Secret, For to try her patient Heart Thereby her Foes for to isgr[a]ce, Thinking to shew her A hard discourteous Part, That Man might pity her Case: Great with Child the Lady was, And at the last it came to pass, Two goodly Children At one Birth she had; A Son and Daughter, GOD had sent Which did their Mother well content, And which did make Their Fathers Heart full glad. Great Royal Feasting Was at these Childrens Christening, And princely Triumph made, Six Weeks together, All Nobles that came thither, Were entertaind and staid: And when that all the pleasant Sporting quite was done, The Marquis a Messenger sent For his young Daughter And his pretty Smiling Son; Declaring, his full Intent, How that the Babes must murderd be, For so the Marquis did decree: Come let me have The Children then, he said; With that fair Grissel wept full sore, She wrung her Hands and said no more. My gracious Lord Must have his Will obeyd. She took the Babes Even from the Nursing-ladies, Between her tender Arms; She often wished, With many sorrowful Kisses, That they might ease their Harms: Farewel, Farewel, A thousand Times my Children dear; Never shall I see you again; Tis long of me Your sad and woeful Mother here, For whose sake both must be slain; Had I been born of Royal Race You might have livd in happy Case, But you must die For my Unworthiness; Come Messengers of Death, quoth she, Take my dearest Babes to thee, [?] to their Father My Compliments express.
He took the Children, And to his noble Master He bore them thence with Speed; Who in Secret sent them Unto a noble Lady: To be brought up indeed: Then to fair Grissel With a heavy Heart he goes, Where she sat mildly all alone; A pleasant Gesture, And a lovely Looks she shews, As if no Grief she had known: Quoth he, my Children now are slain, What thinks fare Grissel of the some? Sweet Grissel now Declare thy Mind to me. Since you my Lord are pleased with it, Poor Grissel thinks the Action fit; Both I and Mine At your Command will be. My Nobles murmur, Fair Grissel, at thy Honour, And I no Joy can have, Till thou be banishd Both from my Court and Presence, As they unjustly crave: Thou must be stripd Of thy brave Garments all, As thou camst to me In homely Grey, Instead of Bliss and purest Pall, Now all thy Cloathing must be. My Lady you must be no more, Nor I thy Lord which grieves me sore, The poorest Life Must now content thy Mind: A Groat to thee I dare not give, Thee to maintain while I do live, Against my Grissel Such great Foes I find. When gentle Grissel Did hear these woful Tydiegs, The Tears stood in her Eyes, Nothing she answered No Words of Discontentment Did from her Lips arise. Her Velvet Gown Most patiently she stripd off, Her Kertle of Silk with the same: Her Russet Gown Was brought again with many a Scoff, To bear them herself she did frame: When she was drest in this Array, And ready for to pass away, GOD send long Life Unto my Lord, quoth she; Let no Offence be found in this, To give my Lord a parting Kiss, With watery Eyes Farewel, my Dear, said she.
From a a princely Palace, Unto her Fathers Cottage Poor Grissel she is gone Full fifteen Winters She lived there contented, No wrong she thought upon, And at this Time through All the Land the Speeches went, The Marquis should married be, Unto a noble Lady Of high Descent, And to the same all Parties did agree The Marquis sent for Grissel fair, The Brides Bed chamber to prepare, That nothing therein Might be found away, The Bride was with her Brother came, Which was great Joy to all and some, But Grissel took all this Most patiently. And in the Morning When as they should be wedded Her Patience there was tryd, Grissel was chrged Herself in friendly Manner For to attire the Bride: Most willingly She gave Consent to do the same; The Bride in Bravery was drest And presently The noble Marquis thither came, With all his Lords at his Request. O Grissel I will ask of thee; If to this Match thou wilt agree? Methinks thy Looks Are waxed wonderous coy. With that they began to smile. And Grissel she replyd the while, GOD send Lord Marquis Many Years of Joy. The Marquis was moved To see his best Beloved Thus patient in Distress; He stept unto her, And by the Hand he took her, These Words he did expreses: Thou art my Bride, And all the Brides I mean to have, These two thine own Children be. The youthful Lady On her Knees did Blessing crave, Her Brother as well as she. And you that envy her Estate, Whom I have made my chosen Mate, Now blush for Shame. And honour virtuous Life; The Chronicles of lasting Fame, Shall ever more extol the Name Of patient GRISSEL, My most constant Wife.
Newcastle: upon Tyne Printed in this present YEAR.