%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Ruined Lovers. / Being a rare Narrative of a young Man that dyed for his cruel Mistriss, in June last, who / not long after his death, upon a consideration of his intire Affection, and her own / coyness, could not be comforted, but lingered out her dayes in Melancholly, fell / desperate sick, and so dyed. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1663-1663 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/06/2012 31954

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R233655 1 Mock-beggers Hall stands empty Northern Nancy Mock-beggar's Hall stands empty MArs shall to Cupid now submit, / for he hath gain'd the glory; THe Virgin when she heard news / was very greatly troubled; Love me, or you'l undo me. [with variation] Thy death hath quite undone me. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 313 The Ruined Lovers. / Being a rare Narrative of a young Man that dyed for his cruel Mistriss, in June last, who / not long after his death, upon a consideration of his intire Affection, and her own / coyness, could not be comforted, but lingered out her dayes in Melancholly, fell / desperate sick, and so dyed. The Ruined Lovers. Being a rare Narrative of a young Man that dyed for his cruel Mistriss, in June last, who not long after his death, upon a consideration of his intire Affection, and her own coyness, could not be comforted, but lingered out her dayes in Melancholly, fell desperate sick, and so dyed. The Ruined Lovers. Being a rare Narrative of a young Man that died for his cruel Mistress, in June last, who not long after his death, upon a consideration of his entire Affection, and her own coyness, could not be comforted, but lingered out her days in Melancholy, fell desperate sick, and so dyed. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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MArs shall to Cupid now submit, for he hath gaind the glory; You that in Love were never yet, attend unto my story, For it is new, tis strange and true as ever age afforded; A tale more sad, you never had in any Books Recorded. A Young-man lately lovd a Maid more than his life or fortune, And in her ears the same conveyd, for thus he did importune: Dear, pitty me, the Lover cryd, Sweet let thy heart come to me; And often said unto the Maid, Love me, or youl undo me. I never was ingagd before, I must and will be true to tye, Love never made me cry and roar, untill I saw thy beauty. No creature coud, of flesh and bloud, bring more delight unto me: Which makes me cry perpetually, Love me, or youl undo me.
He made Adresses to the Maid, and profered to advance her: I cannot love thee, then she said, pray take it for an answer: In many wayes, he sung her praise, Love shot his Arrow thorow me, Why did not he, do so to thee, Love me, etc. She made him such a strange reply, he durst no more come near her: Quoth he I will go home and dye, since there is nothing dearer. The joyes of all the Christian World, (said he) are nothing to me; Tis Death only, can set me free: Love me, etc. He took his Bed, he ragd and burnd, (sure this must greatly grieve him. His scorching love was quickly turnd into a burning Feaver: And then he dyd, but first he cryd, O! will she not come to me: Then sheds a tear; his last words were, Love me, or youl undo me,
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THe Virgin when she heard news was very greatly troubled; And when the coffind Corps she views, her woes were all redoubled; And hast thou dyd, for me she cryd, thou hast in love out-run me; Too late I may, thus sadly say, Thy death hath quite undone me. Had I a thousand worlds, I would give them all to restore thee, For I am guilty of thy bloud, how dare I stand before thee; I am a Murdress, woe is me, Let all true Lovers shun me; And I must cry untill I dye, Thy death hath, etc. It is in vain for me to live, thy memory will haunt me, I only have a short Reprieve, thy sorrows daily daunt me; Where ever thy, dead Corps do lye, (since thou in death hast won me) I will be laid, a woful Maid, Thy death hath quite undone me.
With that the tears fell from her eyes she could no longer bear it, For Love and Death did tyrannize, she could no longer bear it: Pray have me home to bed, she cryd, my sorrows over-run me: I am rewarded for my pride; Thy death hath quite undone me. She took her bed, and in her head, a thousand frantick dreams are, Sadly she lyes, and in her eyes a hundred flowing streams are; What wretched soul am I? cryd she, O whether am I going? Poor soul (she cryd) and so she dyd: Thy death hath etc. Let all fair Maids that are in love, by this poor Soul take warning, Lest that like her, you sadly prove the purchase of her scorning: Let all by this, mend whats a miss, before grief over-run [yee]; Lest you be forcd to die, and cry, Thy death hath quite undone me.
FINIS. London, Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.