%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Lamentable ballad of the tragical end of a Gallant Lord, and a / Vertuous Lady, with the untimely end of their two children, wickedly performed by a Heathenish Blacka- / moor their servant, the like never heard of before. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1658-1658 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/05/2012 31955

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1 The Ladies fa[l]l In Peascod Time The Lady's fall IN Rome a Noble man did wed / a Virgin of great Fame, WIth that she shrikt, her children cryd / and such a noise did make, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 197 A Lamentable ballad of the tragical end of a Gallant Lord, and a / Vertuous Lady, with the untimely end of their two children, wickedly performed by a Heathenish Blacka- / moor their servant, the like never heard of before. A Lamentable ballad of the tragical end of a Gallant Lord, and a Vertuous Lady, with the untimely end of their two children, wickedly performed by a Heathenish Blacka- moor their servant, the like never heard of before. A Lamentable ballad of the tragical end of a Gallant Lord, and a Virtuous Lady, with the untimely end of their two children, wickedly performed by a Heathenish Blackamoor their servant, the like never heard of before. 1658-1658 F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson

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IN Rome a Noble man did wed a Virgin of great Fame, [A] fairer Creature never did Dame Nature ever frame, By whom he had two children fair, whose beauty did excell, They were their Parents only joy they lovd them both so well, This Lord he lov'd to hunt the Buck the Tyger and the Bear, And still for swiftness alwayes took with him a Blackamoore, Which Blackamoor within the wood his Lord he did offend, For which he did him then correct in hope he would amend. The day it grew unto an end, then homeward he did ha[?]e Where with his Lady he did rest untill the night was past, Than in the morning he did rise, and did his servants call, A hunting he provides to go streight they were ready all, Cause of the toyl his Lady did intreat him not to go, Alas good Lady then quoth he; why art thou grieved so? Content thy self I will return with speed to thee again,
Good Father quoth the little Babes, with us here still remain. Farewell dear children, I will go a fine thing you to buy, But they therewith nothing content aloud began to cry. The Mother takes them by the hand, saying, come go with me, Unto the highest tower where your Father you shall see. The Blackamoore perceivng now who then did stay behind, His Lord to be a hunting gone began to call to mind; My Master he did me correct, my fault not being great; Now of his wife Ile be revengd she shall not me intreat. The place was moted round about, the Bridge he up did draw: The Gates he bolted very fast of none in stood in awe. He up into the tower went the Lady being there, Who when she saw his countenance grim she straight began to fear. But now my trembling heart it quakes to think what I must write; My sences all begin to faile
my soul it doth affright. Yet must I make an end of th[i]s which here I have begun: Which will make sad the hardest heart before that I have done. This wretch unto the Lady went and her with speed did will, His lust forthwith to satisfie his mind for to fulfill. The Lady she amazed was to hear the Villain speak, Alas quoth she what shall I do with grief my heart will break? With that he took her in his arms she straight for help did cry, Content your self Lady he said your Husband is not nigh. The bridge is drawn, the gates are shut therefore come lye with me, Or else I do protest and vow thy Butcher I will be. The Christal tears ran down her, face her children cryd amain: And sought to help their Mother dear but all it was in vain. For that Egregious filthy Rogue, her hands behind her bound, And then perforce with all his might, he threw her on the ground.
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WIth that she shrikt, her children cryd and such a noise did make, The towns-folks hearing her laments, did seek their parts to take. But all in vain no way they found, to help the Ladies need. Who cryd to them most pitiously O help, O help with speed. Some ran unto the Forrest wide, her Lord home for to call, And they that stood still did lament this gallant Ladies fall. With speed her Lord came posting home he could not enter in, His Ladies cryes did pierce his heart, to call he did begin. O hold thy hand thou Savage Moor, to hurt her do forbear, Or else be sure i[?] I do live wild horses shall thee tear: With that the Rogue ran to the wall, he having had his will. And brought one child under his arm his dearest blood to spill. The child seeing his Father there to him for help did call, O Father help my Mother dear we shall be killed all. Then fell the Lord upon his knee, and did the Moor intreat, To save the life of his poor child, whose fear as then was great, But this vile wretch the little child, by both the heels did take, And dash the brains against the wall, whilst Parents heart did ake. That being done straightway he ran the other child to fetch. And pluckt it from the Mothers brest, most like a cruel wretch. Within one hand a knife he brought the child within another, And holding it over the wall, saying, thus dye shall thy Mother. With that he cut the throat of it, then to the Father did call, To look how he the head had cut then down the head did fall. This done, he threw it down the wall, into the Mote so deep, Which made his Father wring his hands and grievously to weep.
Then to the Lady went this Rogue, who was near dead with fear, Yet this yile wretch most cruelly did drag her by the hair. And drew her to the very wall which when her Lord did see Then presently he cryed out, and fell upon his knee. Quoth he if thou wilt save her life whom I do love so dear, I will forgive thee all is past, though they concern me near, O save her life I thee beseech, O save her I thee pray! And I will give thee what thou wilt demand of me this day. Well quoth the Moor I do regard the moan that thou dost ma[?]e, If thou wilt grant me what I ask Ile save her for thy sake. O save her life and then demand of me what thing thou wilt, Cut off thy nose and not one drop of her blood shall be spilt. With that the Lord presently took a knife within his hand, And then his nose he quite cut off in place where he did stand, Now have I bought my Ladies life, then to the Moor did call, Then take her quoth this wicked rogue and down he let her fall. Which when her gallant Lord did see, his sences all did fail Yet many sought to save her life but nothing would prevail. When as the Moor did see him dead, then did he laugh amain, At them who for their gallant Lord and Lady did complain. Quoth he I know youl torture me if that you can me get, But all your threats I do not fear nor yet regard one whit. Wild horses shall my body tear, I know it to be true, But Ile prevent you of that pain and down himself he threw, Too good a d[e]ath for such a wretch a Villain void of fear, And thus doth end as sad a tale as ever man did hear.
Finis. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.