%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Tryall of True love to you I will Recite, / Between a fair young lady and a courteous knight University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/20/2014 32758

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1 Dainty come thou to me UNKNOWN Dainty come thou to me. DEar Love regard my grief, / do not my suit disdain. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 303 The Tryall of True love to you I will Recite, / Between a fair young lady and a courteous knight The Tryall of True love to you I will Recite, Between a fair young lady and a courteous knight The Trial of True love to you I will Recite, Between a fair young lady and a courteous knight ?-? F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson.

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DEar Love regard my grief, do not my suit disdain. O yeeld me some relief that am with sorrow slain. These long seven years and more still have I loved thee, Do thou my joyes restore, fair Lady pitty me, Pitty my grievous groan, long suffered for thy sake, Do not his suit disdain, that no time rest can take. These long seven years and more. still have I loved thee, Do thou my joyes restore, fair Lady pitty me, How should I pitty thee, this Lady then reply'd. Thou art no match for me, thy suit must be deny'd. I am of Noble blood, thou but of mean degree, It stands not for my good, fondly to match with thee. This answer had he most, which cut his heart full deep, That on his bed full oft, would he lye down and weep. With tears he did lament, his froward destiny, With sighs, yet would he say, fair Lady pitty me,
While I live I must love, so fancy urgeth me, My mind cannot remove, such is my constancy. My mind is noble bent, though I of mean degree, Sweet Lady give consent, to love and pitty me. The Lady hearing now, the moan that he did make, Did of his suit allow, and thus to him she speak. Sir Knight mourn thou no more, my faith I plight to thee, May this thy joyes restore, thou hast thy wish of me. But first sweet love quoth she, what shift then wilt thou make, With speed to marry me, and thy delight to take. It were a bargain bad, to get a wanton wife, And loose with sorrow great, thy sweet desired life. If that my Father knew. the love I bear to thee We both the same should rue, therefore be rul'd by me; When my Father is in bed, and all his merry men. Through the window will I get see that you meet me then,
COntent Lady he said, hee's but a Coward Knight, Whom ought shall make afraid, to win a Lady bright. Thus then they went away, but by the Master Cook, Coming through the window wide, was this fair Lady took. O gentle Cook quoth she, do not my deed bewray. Some favour to me shew and let me passe away. Love that doth conquer Kings, forc'd me to do this deed, Whilst others sits and sings, make not my heart to bleed, Not so then said the Cook, fair Lady pardon me Who can this trespasse brook, commited now by thee, My Lord your Father shall the matter understand, For fals I will not be, neither for house nor Land. Then from the Ladyes face, fell down the tears amain, She was in wofull case, and thus she did complain. Alas my own dear Love, little knowst thou my grief, Great sorrows must we prove, hope yeelding no relief. Her Fatger in a spleen, lockt up his daughter bright, And sent forth armed men to take this worthy Knight.
Who then was judg'd to be quite banisht from the Land, Never his Love to see so strict was the command, And at the Sessions next, after the knight was gone, To his daughter full of wo, they brought a hanged man. Whose head was smitten off, the maidens truth to prove, Quoth her Father wanton Dame now take thee here thy love. Her tears fell down amain, when this sight she did see, And sore she did complain of Fathers cruelty His body she did wash, with tears that she did shed An hundred times she kist, his body being dead. Alas my love she said, dear hast thou paid for me Would God in heavens blisse my soul were now with thee. But while that I do live a vow I here do make Seven years to live unwed for my True Lovers sake. Her Father hearing this was grieved inwardly He pardon'd her amisse and prais'd her constancy And to this courteous Knight her Father did her wed God grant the like successe where perfect love is bred;
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertson.