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N13153 IN Rome a nobleman did wed / A virgin of great fame, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 85284 A Lamentable Ballad of the Tragical end of / A Gallant Lord and Virtuous Lady; / Together with the Untimely Death of their two Children. A Lamentable Ballad of the Tragical end of A Gallant Lord and Virtuous Lady; Together with the Untimely Death of their two Children. A Lamentable Ballad of the Tragical end of A Gallant Lord and Virtuous Lady; Together with the Untimely Death of their two Children. Printer John Evans 1790-1790

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IN Rome a nobleman did wed A virgin of great fame, Fairer creature never did, Dame nature ever frame, By whome he ha[d] too children fair, Whom beauty did excel. They were their parents only joy, They lovd them both so well, The lord he lovd to hunt the buck, The tiger and the boar, And still for swiftness always took, With him a blackamoor, Which blackamoor within the wood, His lord he did offend, For which he did him then correct, In hopes he would amend. The day it grew unto an end, Then homewards he did haste, Where with his lady he did rest, Until the night was past, Then in the morning he did rise, And did his servants call. A hunting he provides to go, And they were ready all, To ease his toil the lady did, Intreat him not to go. Alas! good lady then quoth he, Why art thou grieved so, Content thyself I will return With speed to thee aga[i]n Good father quoth the [l]it[t]le babes, With us here still remain. Far we[l]l dear child[r]en I will go, A fine th[i]ng for to buy, But they t[h]e[r]ewith nothing content, Aloud began to cry, The mother takes them by the hand Saying come go with me Unto the highest tower where You father you shall see, The blackamoor perceiving now He [t]hen did stay behind, His lord to be a hunting gone, [bega]n to call to mind
My master he did me correct, My fault not being great, Now of his wife I[]ll be revengd, She shall not me intreat, The place was moated round about, The bridge he up did draw, The gates he bolted very fast. Of none he stood in awe, He up into the tower went, The lady being there, Who when she saw his countenance grim, She strait began to fear, But now my trembling heart it quakes, To think what I must write, My senses all begin to fail, My soul it doth afrihgt; Yet must I make an end of this, Which ere I have begun, Which will make sad the hardest heart, Before it I have done. This wretch unto the lady went, And her with speed did w[i]ll, His just forthwith to satisfy, His revenge 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 strait for help did cry, Co[n]tent yourself lady he said, Y[o]ur husband is not nigh, The bridge [i]s drawn the gates are shut, Thereforere come lie with me, Or else I do protest and now Thy butcher I will be, The crystal tears [r]an down her face, Her ch[i]ld[r]en cryd amain, And sought to hel[p] their mother dear, But all it was in vain. For that egregious filthy rogue, Her hand behind her bound, And then by force with all his might
He threw her on the ground, With that she shrieks; her children cryd, And such a noise did make, The town folks hearing her lament, Did seek their barrs to take, But all in vain. no way was found, To help this ladys need, Who cryd to them most pitiously O help, O help, with speed. Some run into the forest wide, Her lord home for to call And they that stood still did lament, Th[i]s gallant lady[]s fall, With speed her lord came posting home, He could not enter in, His ladys cries 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 if i do live, Wild horses shall thee tear. With that the rogue run to the wall, He having had his will, And brought one child unto the wall, His dearest blood to spill. The chi[l]d seeing his father there, To him for help did call, O father help my mother dear, We shall be killed all. Then f[e]ll upon his knees, And did the more intreat, To save the l[i]fe of his poor child, Whose fear was then so great, But thi[s] vile wretch the little child By bo[t]h his heels did take, And dashd his brain against the wall, While parents he[a]r[t]s did ake. That being done away he run, Th[e] other child to fetch, And pluckd it from the mothers breast, Most like a cru[e]l wretch. Within one hand a knife he brought, The ch[i]l[d] within the other, And holding it against the wall, Saying thus di[e] shall thy mother, With that he cut the throat Then to th[e] father he did call, To look how he the sam[e] [ha]d cut, Then down the wall her head did fall, This done he threw it down the wall Into the mote so deep, Whi[ch] made the father wring his hands, And grievously to weep.
Who was near dead with fear, Yet this vile 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 c[r]ied out, And fell upon his knee, Quoth he if thou wilt save her life Wh[o]m I do love so dear, I w[i]ll forgive thee all [t]hat is past, Though they concern me near, O save her life I thee beseech, O save her life I tee pray, And I will grant thee what thou wilt, Demand of me this day, Well quoth the moor, I do regard The moan that thou dost make If [t]hou wilt grant me what I ask, Ill 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 I have bought my ladys life, Then to the Moor did call, Then take her quoth this wicked rogue, And dowh he let her fall, Which when her gallant lord did see, His senaes all did fail, Yet many sought to save his life, Yet nothing could prevail, Whe[n] as the Moor did see him d[e]ad, Then did h[e] laugh amain, At them who for his gallant lord And lady did complain, Quo[t]h he I know youll torture me, If that y[o]u can me get, But all your threats I do nor fear Nor yet regard one whit. Wild horses will my body tear, i know it to be true, But ill prevent you of that sport, And down himself he threw, Too good a death for such a wretch, A villain void of fear, And thus doth end as sad a tale, As ever man did hear.
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