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WILL you hear of a Spanish lady, How she woo'd an Englishman? Garments gay and rich as may be, Deck'd with jewels she had on. Of a comely countenance, And grace was she; By birth and parentage Of high degree. As his pris'ner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lie;
Cupid's bands did them faster, By the liking of an eye. In his courteous company Was all her joy; To favour him in any thing She was not coy. But at length their came commandment For to set all ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, None to do them injury. Then said this lady mild, Full woe is me! Oh! let me still enjoy My kind captivity. Gallant captain, take some pity On a woman in distress; Leave me not within this city For to die in heaviness. They have set, this present day, My body free; But my heart in prison still Remains with thee. Why should'st thou, fair lady, love me? Whom thou know'st thy country's foe. Thy fair words make me suspect thee, Serpents lurk where flowers grow. All the harm I wish on thee, Most couragious knight, I wish the same on me May fully light. Blessed be the time and season When you came on Spanish ground. If that you may our foes be termed Gentle foes we have you found. With our city you have won Our hearts each one. Then to your country bear away What is your own.
Rest you still, you gallant lady, Rest you still, and weep no more. Of fair flowers you have plenty, Spain doth yield you wond'rous store. Spaniards fraught with jealousy We most often find, But Englishman throughout the world Are counted kind. Leave me not under a Spaniard; Thou alone enjoy'st my heart; I am loving young, and tender, Love is likewise my desert. Still to court thee day and night My mind is prest, The wife of every Englishman Is surely blest. It would be a shame, great lady, For to bear a woman hence: English Solciers never carry Any such without offence. I will quickly change myself, And if it be so, And like a page will follow thee, Wheresoe'er you go. I have neither gold nor silver, For to maintain you in this case, And to travel is great charges, Which you know, in ev'ry place. My chains and jewels ev'ry one Shall be thy own. And eke ten thousand pounds in gold Which lies unknown. On the seas are many dangers, Many storms do there arise, Which will be to the ladies fatal, And force the tears from their eyes. Well, in troth, I shall endure The utmost extremity; For I could find in my heart to lose My life for thee.
Courteous lady, leave this folly, Here comes all that breeds this strife, I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife. I will not falsify my vow, For gold nor gain, Nor yet for all the fairest dames Which are in Spain. Oh! how happy is that woman Who enjoys so true a friend? Many days I pray God send her, Thus of my suit I make an end. On my knees I do pardon crave For this, my offence; Which love and true affection Did the first commence. Comment me to that gallant lady, Bear to her this chain of gold, With these bracelets, for a token Grieving that I was so bold. All these jewels in like sort Take thou with thee; For they are fitting for thy wife, But not for me. I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all his laws defy: In a nunnery I will shroud me, Far from any company. But ere my prayers have an end, Be thou sure of this, To pray for thee and thy lady I will not miss. Thus farewel, thou gallant captain, Farewel to my heart's content. Count no Spanish lady wanton, Tho' on thee my heart was bent All joy and prosperity Remain with thee. The like thereof fall to thy share, Most gallant lady.
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