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R179932 1 In Pescod time In Peascod Time In Pescod time MArk well my heavy dolefull Tale. / you loyall Lovers all, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 196 A lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall, / Declaring how a Gentlewoman through her too much trust came to her en[d] / and how her Lover slew himselfe. A lamentable Ballad of the Ladies Fall, Declaring how a Gentlewoman through her too much trust came to her en[d] and how her Lover slew himselfe. A lamentable Ballad of the Lady's Fall, Declaring how a Gentlewoman through her too much trust came to her end and how her Lover slew himself. 1658-1658 F. Coles, T. Vere, and William Gilbertson

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MArk well my heavy [d]olefull Tale. you loyall Lovers all, And heedfully bear in your [br]east, 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 cons[e]nt, to yeeld unto his will, Though hee protested so be true and faithfull to her still, She felt her body altered quite, her bright hue waxed pale, Her fair red cheeks changd colour while, her strength began to fail. So that with many a sorrowfull sigh, this beauteous maiden mild, With grieved heart perceivd her self to be conceivd with child, She kept it from her Fathers sight, so close as close might be, And so put on her silken Gown, none might her swelling see. Unto her Lover secretly shee did her selfe 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 [?]g with child by thee, though none thereof do know.
The little babe springs in my womb, to hear the Fathers voice, Let it not be a bastard calld, sith I make thee my choice. Come come my love perform thy vow, and wed me out of hand: O leave me not in these extreams, in grief alwayes to stand. Think on thy former promise made, thy vows and Oathe 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 sw[?] and take the harm on me. So shall I scape dishonour quite, if so I should be slain, What could they say but that tru[?] did work a Ladies bane.
ANd fear not any further harm, my self will so devise, That I will go away with thee, unseen of mortall eyes. Disguised like some pretty Page, Ile meet thee in the dark, And all alone Ile come to thee had by my Fathers Park. And there quoth he Ile meet my love, if God lend me life, And this day month without all fail, I will make thee my wife, Then with a sweet an loving kisse, 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 anie person she espid come riding over the plain, She thought it was her own true love, but all her joyes were vain. Then did she weep and sore bewail her most unhappy state, Then did she speak these wofull words when succourlesse she sate. O false forsworn and faithlesse wretch, disloyall to thy Love: Hast thou forgot thy promise made, and wilt thou perjurd prove. And hast thou now forsaken me, in this my sad distress; To end my daies in open shame, which thou mightst well redresse Wo worth the 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 manie a sorrowfull sigh homeward she weat amain, No rest came in her watrie eies, she felt such bitter pain.
In travell strong they fell that night, with many a bitter throw, What wofull pangs shee felt that night, doth each good woman know. She called for her waiting Maid, that lay at her beds feet; Who musing at her mistresse wo, did fast begin to weep. Weep not quoth 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 skilfull midwives help, the better may you speed: Call not my Mother for thy life, nor call no women here, The Midwives help comes now too late, my death I do not fear. With that the babe sprung in her womb, no creatour being nigh, And with a sigh that broke her heart, this gallant Dame did die, This living little infant young, the Mother being dead, Resignd its 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, was both laid in one grave, Their parents overcome with wo, no joy of them could have. Take heed you dainty Damsells all, of flattering words beware, And of the honour of your name have you a speciall care; Too true this storie is, as manie one can tell, By others harms learn to be wise, and thou shalt do fu l well.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and William Gilbertson.