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R186790 1 Live with me Come Live with Me and Be My Love Live with me IF Rosamond that was so fair, / Had cause her sorrows to declare IF she that was fair Londons pride, / For beauty fam'd both far and wide, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 394 The Woful Lamentation of Mistris Jane Shore, a Goldsmiths Wife / in London, sometime King Edward the Fourth's Concubine, who for her wanton life, came to a miserable end. Set / forth for the example of all lewd Livers. The Woful Lamentation of Mistris Jane Shore, a Goldsmiths Wife in London, sometime King Edward the Fourth's Concubine, who for her wanton life, came to a miserable end. Set forth for the example of all lewd Livers. The Woeful Lamentation of Mistress Jane Shore, a Goldsmith's Wife in London, sometime King Edward the Fourth's Concubine, who for her wanton life, came to a miserable end. Set forth for the example of all lewd Livers. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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IF Rosamond that was so fair, Had cause her sorrows to declare Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing That was beloved of a King: Then wanton wives in time amend, For love and beauty will have end. In Maiden years my beauty bright Was loved dear of Lord and Knight, But yet the love that they requird, It was not as my friends desird My Parents they for thirst of gain, A Husband for me did obtain; And I their pleasure to fulfil, Was forcd to wed against my will: To Mathew Shore I was a wife, Till lust brought ruine to my life. And then my life so lewdly spent, Now makes my soul for to lament In Lumbard street I once did dwell, As London yet can witness well, Where many gallants did behold My beauty in a shop of Gold: I spread my plumes as wantons do, Some sweet and secret friend to woe, Because my love I did not find, Agreeing to my wanton mind. At last my name in Court did ring, Into the ears of Englands King Who came and likd and love requird, But I made coy what he desird: Yet Mistress Blague a neighbour ner, Whose friendship I esteemed dear, Did say it was a gallant thing: To be beloved of a King. By her perswasions I was led, For to defile my Marriage bed,
& wrongd my wedded husband Shore Whom I had lovd ten years before In heart and mind I did rejoyce: That I had made so sweet a choice, And therefore did my Estate resign To be King Edwards Concubine; From City then to Court I went To reap the pleasures of Content, And had the joys that love could bring And knew the secrets of a King, When I was thus advancd on high, Commanding Edward with mine eye, For Mistriss Blague I in short space Obtaind a living of his Grace. No friend I had but in short time I made unto promotion climb: But yet for all this costly Pride, My Husband could not me abide: His bed though wronged by a King His heart with grief did deadly sting. From England then he goes away, To end his life upon the Sea, He could not live to see his name Impared by my wanton shame: Although a Prince of Peerless might Did reap the pleasures of his right Long time I lived in the Court, With Lords and Ladies of great port, For when I smild all men were glad But when I mournd my Prince grew sad But yet an honest mind I bore, To helpless people that were poor, I still redrest the Orphans cry And savd their lives condemnd to dye, I still had ruth on Widdows tears I succourd Babes of tender years, And never lookt for other gain, But Love and thanks for all my pain. At last my Royal King did dye, And then my days of woe grew nigh, When Crookback Richard got the Crown; King Edward friends were soon put down, I then was punisht for my sin That I so long had lived in. Yea every one that was his friend This Tyrant brought to shameful end Then for my rude and wanton life, That made a strumpet of a Wife I pennance did in Lumbard-street In shameful manner in a sheet. Where many thousands did me view Who late in Court my Credit knew, which made the tears run down my face To think upon my foul disgrace: Not thus content they took from me My Goods, my Livings, and my Fee And chargd that none should me relieve Nor any succor to me give.
Then unto Mistriss Blague I went To whom my jewels I had sent, In hope thereby to ease my want When riches faild and love grew scant But she denid to me the same, When in my need for them I came; To recompence my former love, Out of her doors she did me shove: So love did vanish with my state, Which now my soul repents too late; Therefore exomple take by me, For friendship parts in poverty; But yet one friend among the rest, Whom I before had seen distrest, And savd his life condemnd to die, Did give me food to succour me. For which by law it was decreed, That he was hanged for that deed: His death did grieve me so much more, Then had I died myself therefore: Then those to whom I had done good, Durst not restore me any food; Whereby in vain I begd all day, And still in streets by night I lay. My gowns beset with Pearl and Gold Are turnd to simple garments old; My chains and jems and golden rings, To filthy rags and loathsom things, Thus was I scornd of Maid and wife For leading such a wicked life; Both sucking babes and children small Did make a pastime at my fall, I could not get one bit of bread, Whereby my hunger might be fed. Nor drink but such as channels yield, Or sticking ditches in the field: Thus weary of my life at length I yielded up my vital strength, Within a Ditch of loathsome scent Where carrion dogs do much frequent The which now since my dying day, Is Shoreditch cald as writers say: Which is a witness of my sin, For being Concubine to a King: You wanton wives that fall to lust, Be you assurd that God is just, Whoredom shall not escape his hand, Nor Pride unpunisht in this Land; If God to me such shame should bring, That yielded only to a King; How shall they escape that daily run, To practice sin with every Man: You Husbands match not but for love, Lest some disliking after prove, women be warnd when you are wives What plagues are due to sinful lives. Then Maids and wives in time amend, For love and Beauty will have end.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second Part of Jane <hi rend="bold">S</hi>hore, wherein her sorrowful husband bewaileth his own estate, and</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Wives wantonness, the wrong of Marriage, the fall of Pride, being a warning for all women to take</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">heed by. To the same Tune.</hi></seg>
IF she that was fair Londons pride, For beauty famd both far and wide, With swan-like song in sadness told Her deep distresses manifold. Then in the same let me also, Now bear a part of such like woe. Kind Matthew Shore men called me, A Goldsmith once of good degree, And might have lived long therein Had not my Wife been wed to sin: Ah gentle Jane thy wanton race, Hath brought me to this foul disgrace. Thou hadst all things at wish and will Thy wanton fancy to fulfill, No London Dame, nor Merchants wife Did lead so sweet and pleasant Life, Then gentle Jane the truth report Why leftst thou me to live in Court? Thou hadst both Gold and silver store No wife in London then had more? And once a week to walk in field, To see what pleasure it would yeild, But woe to me that liberty Hath brought me to this misery: I married thee whilst thou wert young Before thou knewst what did belong To husbands love or marriage state, Which now my soul repents too late: Thus wanton Pride made thee unjust, And so deceived was my trust. But when the King possest my Room, And cropt my Rosse gallant bloom, Fair Londons blossom and my joy, My heart was drownd in deep annoy: To think how unto publique shame, Thy wicked life brought my good name And then I thought each man & wife, In jesting sore accusd my life, And every one to the other said, that Shores fair wife the wanton plaid Thereby in mind I grew to change My dwelling in some Country strange, My Lands and Goods I sold away, And so from England went to Sea; Opprest with grief and woful mind But left my cause of grief behind. My loving Wife whom I once thought Would never be to lewdness brought, But women now I well espy, Are subject to inconstancy; And few there be so true of love, But by long suit will wanton prove, For flesh is frail and women weak When Kings for love long suit do make But yet from England my depart, Was with a sad and heavy heart, Whereat when as my leave I took, I sent back many a heavy look, Desiring God if it might be, To send out sigh sweet Jane to thee. For if thou hadst but constant been, These days of woe I ner had seen, But yet I grieve and mourn full sore,
To think what plagues are left in store For such as careless tread awry, The modest path of constancy: Ah gentle Jane if thou didst know, The uncouth paths I daily go, And woful tears for thee I shed, For wronging thus my Marriage bed. Then sure I am thou wouldst confess, My love was sure though in distress: Both Flanders, France, and Spain I past And came to Turky at the last; And there within that mighty Court, I lived long in honest sort, Desiring God that sits in Heaven, That Lovers sins might be forgiven; And there advancd thy loving name, Of living Wights the fairest Dame. The praise of Englands beauty stain, All which thy Husband did maintain, And set thy picture there in gold, For Kings and Princes to behold; But when I thought upon thy sin, Thy wanton thoughts delighted in, I grievd that such a comely face, Should hold true honour in disgrace, And counted it a luckless day, When as thou first didst go astray; Desiring then some news to hear, Of her my soul did love so dear, My secrets then I did impart, To one well skild in Magick Art, Who in a Glass did truly show, Such things as I desire to know, I there did see thy Courtly state, Thy pomp, thy Pride, thy Glory great And likewise there I did behold My Jane in Edwards arm infold. Thy secret love I there espyd, Thy rice, thy fall, and how thou died, Thy naked body in the street, I saw do Penance in a sheet: Barefoot before the Beadles wand With burning taper in thy hand, And Babes not having use of tongue, Stood pointing as she went along: Thus ended was the shame of thine, Though God gave yet no end to mine; When I supposd my name forgot, And time had washt away my blot, And in another Princes Reign, I came to England back again: But staying there my friends decayd, My Princes Laws I disobeyd, And by true justice judgd to die, For clipping Gold in secresie. By Gold was my best living made, And so by gold my life decaid. Thus have you heard the woful strife, That came by my unconstant Wife; Her fall, my Death, wherein is shewd The story of a Strumpet Lewd. In hope thereby all women may, Take heed how they the wanton play.
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THis womans beauty hath been highly prais- ed by a famous writer that lived in her time named Thomas Moor, who described her in this manner. Before her death she was poor and aged, her stature was mean, her hair of a dark yellow, her face round and full, her eyes gray, her body fat white and smooth, her countenance cheerful, like to her conditions. There is a picture of hers to be seen in London, it is such as she was when she rose out of her bed in the morning, having nothing on but a rich mantle cast under her arm, o- ver which her na- ked arm did lye. What her Fa- thers name is, or where she was born, is not cer- tainly known, but her Husband Ma- thew Shore, a Young Man of right good Pa- rentage, wealth and behaviour, a- bandoned her bed after the King had made her his Con- cubine.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.