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1 NONE In Peascod Time 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: 670 A LAMENTABLE BALLAD, / Of the Tragical End of a Gallant Lord and his Beautiful Lady, with the untimely Death of / their Children, wickedly performed by a Heathen Blackamore, their Servant: The / like seldom heard before. A LAMENTABLE BALLAD, Of the Tragical End of a Gallant Lord and his Beautiful Lady, with the untimely Death of their Children, wickedly performed by a Heathen Blackamore, their Servant: The like seldom heard before. A LAMENTABLE BALLAD, Of the Tragical End of a Gallant Lord and his Beautiful Lady, with the untimely Death of their Children, wickedly performed by a Heathen Blackamoor, their Servant: The like seldom heard before. ?-?

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IN Rome a Nobleman 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 excel And were their Parents only Joy, they lov'd them both so well. This Lord he lov'd to hunt the Buck, the Tygar and the Bore, And still for Swiftness always took with him a Blackamore. Which Blackamore within the Woods, his Lord he did offend, For which he did him then correct, in hopes he would amend. The Day it drew unto an End, then homeward do they haste, Where with his Lady he did rest until the Night was past. Then in the Morning he did rise, and doth his Servants call, A Hunting to provide to go; streight they were ready all. 'Cause of his Toil, his Lady did intreated him not to go, Alas good Lady! then, quoth he why art thou grieved so? Content thyself, I will return with Speed to thee again. Good, Father quoth the little Babes, with us here still remain; Farewel dear Children, I will go, a fine Thing you to buy; But they therewith no whit content, aloud began to cry. Their Mother took them by the Hand, saying, Come go with me Unto my highest Tower, where your Father you shall see. The Blackamore perceiving now, who then did stay behind, His Lord a Hunting to be gone, began to call to mind, My Master he did me correct, my Fault not being great; Now of his Wife I'll be reveng'd, she shall not me intreat. The Place was moated round about, the Bridge he did up draw, The Gates he bolted very strong, of none he stood in Awe. He up into the Tower went. the Lady being there, Which when she saw his Countenance grim she streight began to fear. But now my trembling Heart it quakes, to think what I must write, My Senses all began to faint, my Soul it doth affright. Yet I must make an End of this, which here I have begun; Which will make sad the hardest Heart before that I have done.
The Wretch unto his Lady went, and her with speed did will His Lust for with to satisfy his Mind for to fulfil. The Lady she amazed was to hear the Villain speak, Alas! quoth she, what will I do? with Grief my Heart will break? With that he took her in his Arms, she streight for help did cry: Content yourself, Lady, quoth he, your Husband is not nigh. The Bridge is drawn & Gates are shut, therefore come ly with me. Or els I do protest and vow, thy Butcher I will be The cristals tears ran down her Cheeks her Children cryed amain, And sought to help their Mother dear, but all alas in vain! For that egregious filthy Rogue, her Hands behind her bound, And then perforce with all his strength he threw her on the Ground. With that she skreak'd, her Children cry'd and such a Noise did make The Townsmen hearing their Lament did seek their Part to take, But all in vain, no Way they found to aid the Lady's Need, Who cry'd to them most piteously, Oh help, oh help with Speed! Some ran into the Forrest wide, his Lord home for to call; And they that stood did still lament the gallant Lady's Fall. With speed his Lord came posting home but could not enter in; His Lady's cryes did pierce his Heart to call he did begin. Oh hold thy hand, thou Savage more! to hurt her do forbear, Or els be sure if 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 seing his Father there, to him for Help did call; Oh Father! help my Mother dear, we shall be killed all. Then fell the Lord upon his Knee, and did the More intreat, To save the Life of his poor Child, whose Fear as then was great. But the vile Wretch, the little Child by both the Heels did take, And dash'd the Brains against the wall while Parents Heart did quake. That being dead he streightway ran the other Child to fe[t]ch, And pluck't from the Mother's Breast most like a Cruel Wretch.
Within one Hand a Knife he brought the Child within the other, And holding it over the Wall, said, Thus dy shall thy Mother, With that he cuts the Throat of it, then to his Father did he call; To look how he the Head did cut, then down the Brain did fall. This done, he threw it over the Wall, into the Moat 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 the 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 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 that's past, though they concern me near. O save her Life! I thee beseech, Ah, save her! I thee pray; And I will give thee what thou wilt demand of me this Day: We'll quoth the More I do regard the Moan that thou dost make If thou will grant what I request, I'll save her for thy Sake: Oh save her Life! and now demand of me what Thing thou wilt, Cut of thy Nose, and not one Drop, of her Blood shall be spilt: With that his Noble Lord did take a Knife unto his Hand, And then his Nose did quite cut off in Place where he did stand Now I have bought my Lady's Life he to the More did call; Then take her quoth the wicked Rogue, and down he lets her fall. Which when this gallant Lord did see his Senses all did fail; Yet many sought to save his Life, but they could not prevail, When as the More did see him dead, then did he laugh amain: At them who for this gallant Lord, and Lady did complain, Quoth he, I know you'll torture me, if that you could me get; But all your Threats I do not fear, nor yet regard on Whit: Wild Horses should my Body tear, I know it to be true; But I'll prevent you of that Pain, then down himself he threw Too good a Death for such a Wretch, a Villain void of Fear, And thus doth end so sad a Tale as ever Man did hear.
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