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2 The Maiden's Joy, &c. UNKNOWN The Maiden's Joy, &c. to the same Tune. UNKNOWN To the same Tune. BEhold the touchstone of true love, / Maudlin the Merchant's daughter of Bristow town, WElcome sweet Maudlin from the seas, / where bitter storms & tempests do arise, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 179 MAUDLIN / The Merchant's Daughter of BRISTOL. MAUDLIN The Merchant’s Daughter of BRISTOL. MAUDLIN The Merchant's Daughter of BRISTOL. ?-?

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BEhold the touchstone of true love, Maudlin the Merchant's daughter of Bristow town, Whose firm affection nothing could move, her favour bears the lovely brown. A gallant youth was dwelling by, which many years had born this maiden great good-will, She loved him so faithfully; but all her friends withstood it still. The young man now perceiving well, he could not get nor win the favour of her friends, The force of sorrow to expel, and view strange countries he intends; And now to take his last farewel of his true love, his fair and constant Maudlin, With musick sweet that did excel, he plaid under her window then: Farewel (quoth he) mine own true love, farewel my dear and chiefest treasure of my heart, Through fortune's spight that false did prove, I am inforc'd from thee to part, Into the land of Italy: there will I wail and weary out my life in woe, Seeing my true love is kept from me, I hold my life a mortal foe: Fair Bristow town therefore adieu, for Padua shall be my habitation now, Although my love doth rest in thee, to whom alone my heart I vow. With trickling tears thus did he sing, with sighs & sobs descending from his heart full sore, He said when he his hands did wring, farewel sweet love for evermore. Fair Maudlin from a window high, beholding her true love with musick where he stood, But not a word she did reply, fearing her parents angry mood. In tears she spent that woful night, wishing her self, though naked, with her faithful friend, She blames her friends and fortune's spight, that wrought her love such luckless end: And in her heart she made a vow, clean to forsake her country and her kindred all, And for to follow her true love, to abide all chance that might befal. The night is gone, and the day is come, and in the morning very early did she rise, She gets her down into a lower room, where sundry seamen she espies: A gallant master among them all, the master of a great and goodly ship was he, Who there was waiting in the hall, to speak with her father if it might be. She kindly takes him by the hand, good sir, said she, & would thou speak with any here? Quoth he, fair maid, and therefore I do stand. then gentle sir, I pray draw near; Into a pleasant parlor by, both hand in hand she brings the seaman all alone, Sighing to him most piteously, [she thus to him did make her moan, She falls upon her bended knee, good sir, said she, now pity you a woman's woe,]
And prove a faithful friend to me, that I to you my grief may show. Sith you repose your trust, he said, in me, who am unknown, & eke a stranger here, Be you assur'd most proper Maid, most faithful still I will appear: I have a brother, then (quoth she) whom as my life I love & favour tenderly, In Padua, alas! is he, full sick, God wot, and like to die, Full fain I would my brother see, but that my father will not let me go, Therefore, good sir, be good to me, and unto me this favour show: Some ship-boy's garment bring to me, that I disguis'd may go unknown, And unto sea I'll go with thee, if thus much favour might be shown. Fair maid (quoth he) take here my hand, I will fulfil each thing that you desire, And set you safe in that same land, and in the place that you require. She gave to him a tender kiss, and saith, Your servant master I will be, And prove your faithful friend for this, sweet master then forget not me. This done as they had both agreed, soon after that before the break of day, He brings her garments then with speed, therein her self she did array; And e're her father did arise she meets her master as he walked in the Hall, She did attend on him likewise, until her father did him call. But e're the merchant made an end of his weighty matters all, His wife came weeping in with speed, saying, Our daughter's gone away, The merchant then amaz'd in mind, Yonder vile wretch intised away my child; quod he, But I well wot I shall him find at Padua in Italy. With that bespeak the Master brave, Worshipful Merchant, thither goes this youth, And any thing that you would crave, he will perform, and write the truth. Sweet youth (quod he) if it be so, bear me a letter to the English there, And gold on thee I will bestow; my daughters welfare I do fear. Her Mother took her by the hand, fair youth (quod she) if e're thou dost my daughter see, Let me soon thereof understand, and there is twenty crowns for thee. Thus through the daughters strange disguise, her mother knew not when she speak unto her, Then after her Master straight she hies taking her leave with countenance mild; Thus to the sea sweet Maudlin is gone [with her gentle Master, God send them Where we a while must let them alone till you the second part do find.]
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WElcome sweet Maudlin from the seas, where bitter storms & tempests do arise, The pleasant banks of Italy, you may behold with mortal eyes; Thanks gentle master, then said she, a faithful friend in sorrow thou hast been, If fortune once do smile on me, my gentle heart shall soon be seen; Blest be the land that feeds my love, blest be the place whereas his person doth abide, No tryal will I stick to prove, whereby my true love may be try'd: Now will I walk with joyful heart, to view the town whereas my darling doth re-main, And seek him out in every part, until his sight I do obtain; And I, quoth he, will not forsake sweet Maudlin in her sorrows up and down. In wealth or woe thy part I'll take, and bring thee safe to Padua town: And after many weary steps, in Padua they arrived at the last, For very joy her heart it leaps, she thinks not on her sorrows past. Condemn'd he was to dye, alas! except he would from his religion turn, But rather than he would to mass, in fiery flames he vow'd to burn, Now doth sweet Maudlin weep and wail, her joy is turn'd to weeping, sorrow, grief & care, For nothing could her plaints prevail, for death alone must be his share, She walks under the prison walls, where her true love did lye & languish in di-stress, Then wofully for food he calls, when hunger did his heart oppress; He sighs and sobs, and makes great moan, Farewel sweet-heart for evermore, And all my friends that have me known, in Bristol town with wealth and store But most of all, farewel, quoth he, my own sweet Maudlin whom I left behind, For never more thou shalt me see; woe to thy father most unkind: How well I were if thou were here, with thy fair hands to close these my wretched eyes, My torments easie would appear, my soul with joy would scale the skies. When Maudlin heard her lover's moan, her eyes with tears, her heart with sorrow filled was, To speak with him no means was found, such grievous doom did on him pass. Then she put off her Lad's attire, her maidens weed upon her back she seemly set, To the judge's house she did inquire, and there she did a service get: She did her duty there so well, and eke so prudently she did her self behave, With her in love her master fell, his servants favour he doth crave: Maudlin, quoth he, my hearts delight, to whom my heart in affection is ty'd, Breed not my death through thy despight, a faithful friend thou shalt me find. O grant me thy love fair maid, quoth he, and at my hands desire what thou canst devise, [And I will grant it unto thee, whereby thy credit may arise.]
I have a brother, sir, said she, for his religion is now condemn'd to dye, In loathsome prison he is cast, opprest with grief and misery: Grant me my brother's life, she said, & now to you my love and liking will I give. That may not be (quoth he) fair maid, except he turn he cannot live: An English Fryer there is (she said) of learning great, and passing pure of life, Let him to my brother be sent, and he will finish soon the strife. Her master granted her request, the marriner in fryer's weeds she did array; And to her love that lay distrest, she did a letter soon convey, When he had read these gentle lines, his heart was ravished with pleasant joy, Where now she is full well he knew, the fryer likewise was not coy; But did declare to him at large, the enterprize his love for him had taken in hand, The young man did the Fryer charge, his love should straight depart the land. Here is no place for her (he said) but woful death and danger of her life, Professing truth I was betraid, and fearful flames must end the strife. For e're I will my faith deny, and swear my self to follow damned antichrist, I'll yield my body for to dye, to live in heaven with the highest. O sir, the gentle fryer said, consent thereto, and end the strife. A woful Match, quoth he, is made, where Christ is left to win a Wife. When she had us'd all means she might to save his life, and yet all would not be, Then of the Judge she claim'd her right, to dye the death as well as he. When no perswasions could prevail, nor change her mind in any thing that she had said She was with him condemn'd to dye, and for them both one fire was made: Yea arm in arm most joyfully, these lovers twain unto the fire did go, The marriner most faithfully, was likewise partner of their woe. But when the judges understood the faithful friendship did in them remain, They sav'd their lives, and afterwards, to England sent them back again. Now was their sorrow turn'd to joy, and faithful lovers have their hearts desire, Their pains so well they did imploy, God granted that they did desire. And when they did to England come, and in merry Bristow arrived at the last, Great joy there was to all and some, that heard the dangers they had past: Her father he was dead God wot, and eke her mother was joyful at her sight, Their wishes she denyed not, but wedded them to hearts delight: Her gentle master she desired, to be her father, and at church to give her then [It was fulfilled as she required, to the joys of all good men.]