%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Noble LORD's Cruelty; / OR, / A Pattern of True LOVE. / A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite, / Between a beautiful Lady and a courteous Knight. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1730-1730 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/04/2011 31118

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T142790 DEar Love regard my grief, / do not my suit disdain, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 426 3: 427 THE / Noble LORD's Cruelty; / OR, / A Pattern of True LOVE. / A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite, / Between a beautiful Lady and a courteous Knight. THE Noble LORD’s Cruelty; OR, A Pattern of True LOVE. A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite, Between a beautiful Lady and a courteous Knight. THE Noble Lord's Cruelty; OR, A Pattern of True LOVE. A Pattern of true Love to you I will recite, Between a beautiful Lady and a courteous Knight. Printer JOHN WHITE 1730-1730

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DEar Love regard my Grief, Do not my Suit disdain, O yield me some Relief, That am with Sorrow slain: These seven long Years and more, Have I still loved thee: Do thou my Joys restore, Fair Lady pity me. Pity my grievous Pain, Long sufferd for thy Sake, Do not my Suit disdain, That no Time Rest can take: These seven long Years and more, Have I still loved thee; Do thou my Joys restore, Fair Lady pity me.
How should I pity thee, This Lady then replyd, Thou art no Match for me, Thy Suit must be denyd: I am of noble Blood, You but of mean Degree, It stands not for my Good Fondly to match with thee. This Answer had he most, Which cut his Heart so deep, That on his Bed full oft, Would he lie down and weep, With Tears he did lament His froward Destiny; With Sighs yet would he say, Fair Lady pity me.
While I live I must love, So Fancy urged me, My Mind cannot remove, Such is my Constancy: My Mind is only bent, Tho I of low Degree, Sweet Lady give Consent To love and pity me. The Lady hearing now The Moan that he did make, Did of his Suit allow, And thus to him she spake, Sir Knight, mourn thou no more, My Faith I plight to thee, May this thy Joys restore, Thou hast thy Wish of me.
But first sweet Love, quoth she, What shift then wilt thou make With speed to marry me, And thy Delight to take; It were a Bargain bad, To get a wanton Wife, And lose with Sorrow great, Thy sweet distressed Life. If that my Father knew The Love I bear to thee, We both the same should rue, Therefore be ruld by me: When my Fathers in Bed, And all his Waiting-men, Through Window will I get, See that you meet me then. Content Lady, he said, Hes but a Cowardly Knight, Whom ought shall make afraid, To win a Lady bright. Thus then they went away, But by the Master Cook, Coming thro the Window wide, Was this fair Lady took. O gentle Cook, quoth she, Do not my Deed bewray, Some Favour to me shew, And let me pass away: Love that doth conquer Kings Forcd me to do this Deed, Whilst others sit and sing Make not my Heart to bleed. Not so, then said the Cook, Fair Lady pardon me, Who can this Trespass brook, Committed thus by thee; My Lord, your Father, shall The Matter understand, For false I will not be, Neither for House nor Land. Then from the Ladys Face, Fell down the Tears amain; She was in woful Case, And thus she made her Moan:
Alas! my own dear Love, Little knowst thou my Grief, Great Sorrows must we prove, Hope yielding no Relief. Her Father in a Spleen, Lockd up his Daughter bright, And set forth armed Men To take the worthy Knight; Who then was judged to be Quite banishd from the Land Never his Love to see, So strict was the Command. And at the Sessions next, After the Knight was gone, To his Daughter full of Wo, They brought a hanged Man, Whose Head was smitten off, The Maidens Truth to prove, Quoth her Father, wanton Dame, Now take thee here thy Love. Her Tears fell down amain, When the Sight she did see, And sorely did complain Of her Fathers Cruelty; His Body she did wash, With Tears that she did shed, An hundred Times she kist His Body being dead. Alas my Love, she said, Dear hast thou paid for me, Oh! that in Heavens Bliss, My Soul were with thee; But whilst that I do live, A Vow I here do make, Seven long Years to live unwed For my true Lovers Sake. Her Father hearing this, Was grieved inwardly, He pardond her amiss, And praisd her Constancy, And to this courteous Knight, Her Father did her wed: God grant the like Success, Where perfect Love is bred.
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