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T166092 SInce all thy vowes, false Maid / are blown to air: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 58 CHROMLETS LILT. CHROMLETS LILT. Bowne, Tobias ?-?

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Since all thy vowes, false Maid are blown to air: And my poor heart betray'd, to sad dispair, Into some Wilderness My griefs I will express, And thy hard heartedness, O cruel fate. Have I not graven our loves on every tree; In yonder warden Grove, though false thou be: Was there not a solemn Oath Plighted betwixt us both, Thou thy faith, I my truth, real to be. Some gloomie place I'le find, some doleful shade, Where neither Sun nor wind, ne're entrance had: Into that hollow Cave, Myself I will down leave, For that thing I do crave, call'd Constanie. Wild Fruits shall be my meat, I'le drink the spring: The earth shall be my seat for covering. I'le have the starry sky, My Corps to Canopy, Till my Soul from me fly, to Heavens King. I'le have no funeral fire, no teers for me, No Grave do I desire, no Obsequie: The courteous Red-breast he, With leaves shall cover me, And sing my Elegie, with reuthful voice. And when I souless am, I'le visite thee: O thou obdured Dame! whose crueltie Hast kill'd the kindest heart, E're pierc'd with Cupids dart, No grief my soul shall part from loving thee. Her Reply. HE whom I most affect, doth me disdain: His causless disrespect makes me complain: Wherefore I'le me address Into some Wilderness, Where unheard I'le express my anxious pain. Did we not both conjure, by Stygian lake; That Sacred Oath most pure the gods did take. That we should both prove true You to me, I to you. By that most solemn Vow we both did make. But thou persidiously didst violate, Thy promise made to me, to my regrate: For all the great respect, Wherewith I thee affect, Is pay'd with such neglect: love's turn'd to hate. What Tyrant e're could hatch, though inhumane, A tortring rack and match to this my pain; O Barbarous crueltie, That I for loving thee Should basely murdered be, by thy disdain. I'le go find out a Cell where light ne're shin'd, There I'le resolve to dwel, And be confin'd,
Untill it pleaseth thee, With love to pity me, Forsake thy cruelty, and prove more kind. In that dark voult I'le call for Bats and Owls, The Starthoul worst of all prodigious fowls; Shall be my mate by day, By night with her I'le stay, In dark and uncouth way, mongst wandring souls. And in that strange Exile, I'le thee arrest, Amongst those monsters vile, to be my guest: Untill that thou relent, And thy hard heart repent, Freely to give consent to my request. No cloath shal deck my skin, no rayment soft: But haircloth rough and thin, that's comely wrought; No bed will I ly on, My pillow shal be stone, Each accent prove a groan, repeated oft. No dainty dish I'le eat, compss'd by art, No sawces for my meat, sweet, sowr, or tairt. My food shal be wild fruits, Green herbs and unboild Roots, Such as poor Hermits foods in wild deserts. All solace, mirth and game, I will despise, A doleful mourning then, with watering eyes, Shal be my musick found, Till all the Hills resound, And fill the Valleys round with pitious cryes. Yet for all this, I'le not abandon thee; Nor alter in a jot, my first degree: But in despite of Fate, Thy griefs to aggravate, I'le love thee though thou hate, untill I dye. Another Reply. ALL my desires are past, sadly I groan: O all my hopes are past, pitie my moan. I'le to some quiet Grove, Where I shal clearly prove, That I am wrong'd by love, O cruel Fate. Deplorable is my state, still more and more: I'm subject to cruel Fate, I mourn therefore. Yet I'le be constant still, Let fortune frown as't will, Heavens keep him from all ill, whom I adore, Grief addeth unto Grief, each day I die. I can find no relief, where shall I flie? I'le to some desert place, Where none shal see my face, There I'le bewail my case untill I die. Sillent I'le be a while, hoping the best, Fortune perhaps may smile, and send me rest. I will expect the end, And on my Fates attend The gods some help will send to one distrest.
I'le go a harmitage, for I do see, Nought in this present age, but miserie. There none will me molest. I will not be opprest, But will find quiet rest, untill I die. Vain hopes I bid adieu, for they're not sure: Farewel now Fortune true, for I'me secure: Far from the frowns of Fate, And undeserved hate, Far better of my state, then was before.
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