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N69559 1 The Brides Good morrow UNKNOWN The Brides Good Morrow A Noble Marquis, / As he did ride a hunting, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 843 An Excellent BALLAD / OF THE / Noble Marquis and Patient Grissel. An Excellent BALLAD OF THE Noble Marquis and Patient Grissel. An Excellent BALLAD OF THE Noble Marquis and Patient Grissel. Deloney, Thomas ?-?

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A Noble Marquis, As he did ride a hunting, Hard by a Forrest-side A fair and comely Maiden: As she did sit a spinning, his gentle Eye espied Most fair and lovely, And of comely Grace was she. although in simple attire, She sung full sweetly With pleasant voice and melodiously which set the Lords heart on Fire. The more he lookt the more he might. Beauty bred his Hearts Delight. And to this Damsel then he went with speed, God speed, quoth he, thou famous Flower, Fair Mistress of this homely Bower where Love and Virtue dwell with sweet Content. With comely Gesture And modest mild behaviour She bids him welcom[e then;] She entertained hi[m] In faithful frie[ndly Manner,] and [all his Gentlemen:] Th[e 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 changed into Silk and Velvet, as to her state agreed, And when that she Was trimly attired in the same, her Beauty shined most bright, Far out-shining 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 raise. 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 Marqis, Quoth they, why do you wrong us, thus basely her to wed? Who might have gotten An honourable Lady into your Princely Bed; Who will not now Your Noble Issue soon deride, which hereafter shall be born, [That art] of blood so base, [Born by the] Mothers side, [th]e which shall bring them in scorn, [Put] her therefore quite away, [An]d take to you a Lady gay [Wh]ereby your Linage [Ma]y renowned be. [Thus] every day they seemd to prate, [That] malicd Grissels good Estate, [Who all] this while [Took i]t most patiently. [When] that the Marquis [Did see] that they were thus [Again]st his faithful wife, [Whom] he most dearly, [Tenderl]y and intirely [Lovd] as his Life, [Minding in Sec]ret
For to try her patient Heart, thereby his Foes for to disgrace, Thinking to shew her A hard discourteous Part, that men might pity her Case; Great with Child this 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 the Childrens Christning, and Princely Triumph made Six weeks together. All Nobles that came thither were entertained 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 murdered be, For so the Marquis did decree. Come let me have Your 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 obeyed. She took the babes, Even from the Nursing-Ladies, between her tender arms, She often wishes with many sorrowful kisses, that she 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 woful 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 messenger of Death, quoth she, Take my dearest babes to thee, and to their Father my complaints express, He took the Children 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 lovely look she shows as if no Grief shed known. Quoth he, My Children now are slain, What thinks Fair Grissel of the same? Sweet Grissel now declare thy mind to me, Sith you, my Lord, are pleasd with it, Poor Grissel thinks the action fit Both I and mine at your Command will be. My Nobles murmur Fair Grissel and at thy Honour, and I no Joy can have Tell thou be banished Both from my Court and Presence, as they unjustly crave, Thou must be stript Out of thy stately Garments all, and as thou camst to me. In homely Grey, Instead of Silks and purest Pall, now all thy Cloathing must be, My Lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy Lord, which grieveth me, The poorest Li[f]e must now content thy mind, A Groat to th[e]e 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 Tidings, the Tears stood in her Eyes, Nothing she answered. No words of Discontentment did from her Lips arise. Her Velvet Gown Most patiently she stripped off, her Girdle of Silk with the same; Her Russet Gown was brought again with many a bitter Scoff, to bear them her self she did frame, when she was drest in this array, God send long life unto thy 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 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 The Brides Bed-chamber to prepare, That nothing therein might be found awry. The Bride was with her Brother come, 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 charged Her self in friendly manner for to attire the Bride, Most willingly She gave consent to do the same, The Bride in Brayery 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 waxen wonderous coy, With that they all began to smile, And Grissel she replied 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 express, 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 pardon crave, Her own 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 evermore extol the Name, Of Patient Grissel, my most constant Wife.
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