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N19142 A Virtuous young lady ingenious and fair, / A nobleman's daughter, whose name I forbear Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1238 The LADY'S Garland. The LADY’s Garland. The LADY'S Garland. ?-? the Printing-Office in Bow-Chruch-Yard

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A Virtuous young lady ingenious and fair, A noblemans daughter, whose name I forbear To mention, but now I will speak in brief, The sum of her trouble, her sorrow and grief. And how she was suddenly struck with a dart, Which passd thro her breast, to her innocent heart, So that it obligd her to make grievous moan, When set in her chamber or closet alone. The man whom she fancied, nothing did know, How this youthful lady admird him so; And so her grief was the stronger we find, Because she could not discover her mind. For being one night at a dancing or ball, She saw this young gentleman proper and tall; Whose gallant deportment so pleased her eye, As she thought none did his person out vie. The more she endeavour[]d her love to withdraw, The more she was wounded, perfection she saw In him, as he danc[]d with the ladies that night, Her soul to his breast took a passionate flight Now when they had ended this comical mirth, She privately asked concerning his birth. It was told her an Oxfordshire gentlemans son, Who many a brave noble action had done. This added a second new flame to her love, She earnestly beggd of the powers above, To find out a way it might be reveald, For said she, I die, if tis longer conceald. By excellent fortune she had her request, For this noble gallant above all the rest, Did wait on her home, where to tell in brief, From sighs he discoverd the cause of her grief. He found by her sighs and languishing eyes, That he was the man she did value and prize: Wherefore he did promise to come the next day, That he to her beauty a visit might pay. According to promise next morning he came, For true love had kindled an amorous flame Of earnest desire; he courted her still, And soon he obtained the ladys good-will. Now his whole study was how to convey This amorous charming young lady away; To finish the joys which so sudden begun, Who gains a fair lady, great hazards must run.
PART II. They walkd in the garden under the trees, She shewd him how he might come with ease. Said she I can meet you when all are at rest, And with thee Ill go, as I hope to be blest. No one but my waiting-maid of it shall know, I love her, and therefore she with me shall go. With many soft kisses these lovers agreed, In this great adventure that night to proceed. The long wishd for hour at last did arrive, The m[a]id and the lady both did contrive To p[a]ck up her garments so rich and so gay; And so with her lover she posted away. They up to the city of London did ride, Where all things convenient he soon did provide, For wedding this lady of fame and renown Which done, they tarried three weeks in the town. To solace themselves in raptures of bliss. The mean time her honoured parents did miss Her, and sent man and horse both far and near. But they of their daughter no tydings did hear. Her parents, friends and relations likewise Believd she was taken by sudden surprize, To wed her, and bed her at some idle rate, Thereby to inherit her fathers estate. Some said, this must be with her consent; Because that with her the waiting-maid went. With that, said her father, in passion and wrath, If with her consent, I will punish them both. The family was in distraction we find, Her father and mother disturbed in mind; Her father and mother did bitterly mourn, And wishd for this beautiful ladys return. PART III. When here in this city sometime thsy had stayd, The lady unto her husband thus said, Well try if my father will be reconcild, Perhaps they may pardon their innocent child. He gave his consent, and posted away, And came to her father and mother, when they Were fitting together with friends in the hall. For pardon then both on their knees they did call. The father did storm with an angry brow, Ill grant you no pardon, but here I do vow,
Ill send him to prison, and you will confine, Ill teach him to marry a daughter of mine. Dear honoured father, the lady replyd, My husband you have but small reason to chide, What faults are committed, impute them to me, And let my dear innocent husband go free. Are you, forsooth, madam, so able to bear The weight of my anger? well, well, I declare You shall have one share, and he have the rest. No manner of pity Ill show I protest. Her lilly-white hands she with sorrow did wring, Still crying, ye powers, why did you bring My innocent husband to ruin and shame. When none in the world, but me was to blame. It is but a folly your fate to bewail, This minute Ill send him strong guarded to goal; And you to your chamber, where both shall remain, And never shall see one another again. Why are you resolved to part man and wife? Alas! I as freely can part with my life; As to part with my jewel, my love let me have, Altho in a prison, a dungeon, or cave. She could not oblige them the least to relent, For strait to a prison her dear love was sent. And she to her chamber was hurryd likewise, To put forth her sorrow with watry eyes. Her parents appointed a servant to wait Upon her, with diet both early and late. One that wat ill naturd, no other was she, Poor creature, admitted or sufferd to see. To think of her jewel no rest could she take, But still in her chamber she wep[t] for his sake, For to think on his, and her sorrowful doom, At length an infant did spring in her womb. With melting expressions of her great grief, She [w]ent to her father for speedy relief, Declaring tha[t] she was wi[t]h child by her dear, But still he continued sharp and severe A length when the time of her travel drew nigh, Her parents afforded a slender supply, Of nourishment just in the time of distress But there was no freedom for her neertheless. Then being delivered of a young son. Her parents sent for it. Their will must be done. She kissd it at parting a thousand times oer, And said with a sigh, I shall see thee no more. PART IV. They sent for a nurse, who the child did receive, And made the charming creature believe, By tokens and signs it was murtherd indeed, To show they would have no more of the breed. They brought back the mantle spotted with blood, And put before her, her eyes with a flood Of tears like a fountain, did run down amain, She said, my innocent infant is slain. The father in prison, the infant destroyd, The mother in sorrow, who never enjoyd
One minute of comfort, since I returnd home, Oh! why are my parents so highly concernd? What can be the reason they hold him in scorn? Hes handsome, discreet, and a gentleman born; Strait, comely, and proper in every limb, My heart in my body, lies bleeding for him. He nothing enjoys for my sake, but his chains: For still in a prison of grief he remains; Because he did wed with a noble degree. I weep when I think what he suffers for me. While she in her chamber did weep and lament, Her father one morning a messenger sent, To bring her before him, without more delay, Cloathed in apparel most costly and gay. Now when to her honoured father she came, S[a]id he, I have found out a person of fame, With whom you shall wed; hell make you his bride, Oh! do not afflict me, dear father, she cryd. Im marryd already, the more is my grief; Debarrd of all pleasure, denyd of relief; Imprisond and slighted with scorn and disdain; No lady had ever such cause to complain. You said, I dishonoured your family; By wedding a man that was meaner than me. But it would be worse, if I should contrive To marry another while he is alive. But was you to bring me the greatest on earth, The son of a powerful monarch by birth. Id mind him no more than any mean slave; The dearest of husbands in prison I have Dear daughter, this day well admit you to dine, With all our relations. A banquet of wine I now have provided to pleasure my friends. Thats but a small kindness to make me amends, For all the sorrow that I have gone through; Alas! my poor innocent infant they slew; My husbands imprisond, my griefs manifold: How can I be merry, when he is in hold? These words of his daughter made him to relent, Therefore for her husband he presently sent: And cloathed him then in sumptuous array, And every fault was forgiven that day. Her parents and friends were all reconcild. The nurse too was there, and deliverd the child Unto the young lady, whose comforts were more, Than had been for the space of twelvemonths before. Her husband appeard with so noble a grace, That every lady that was in the place Did take much delight to speak in his praise, And wishd them to live to see prosperous days. A Squire spoke up with an audible voice, And said to her father, Neer grieve at the choice. For he is decended, as we understand, By kis mothers side, from a peer of the land. Nay, much more he said to his honour and fame, Her friends were well pleased, thro joy they proclaim To set forth their glory, which still doth abound Throughout all the neighbouring villages round.
Printed and Sold at the Printing-Office in Bow-Church-Yard, London.