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A Noble Marquess As he did ride a hunting, hard by a forrest side, A fair and comely Maiden, As she did sit a spinning, his gentle eye espy'd: Most fair and lovely, And of comely grace was she, although in simple attire; She sung full sweetly, With pleasant voice melodiously, which set the Lord's heart on fire. The more he lookt, the more he might, Beauty bred his heart's delight: And to this Damosel then he went with speed, Godspeed, quod he, thou famous Flower, Fair Mistress of this homely bower, Where love and vertue dwells with sweet content. With comely gesture And modest mild behaviour, she bids him welcome then; She entertained him In faithful friendly manner, and all his Gentlemen: The noble Marquess In his heart felt such a flame, which set his senses all at strife, Quoth he, Fair M[a]iden, Shew me soon what is thy name, I mean to make thee my Wife. Grissel is my name, quoth she, For unfit for your degree; silly Maiden And of Parents poor. Nay, Grissel, thou art rich, he said, A vertuous, fair and comely Maid: G[r]ant me thy love, and I will ask no more.
At length she consented, And being both contented, they married were with speed; Her country russet Was chang'd to silk and velvet, as to her state agreed: And when that she Was trimly tired in the same, her beauty shin'd most bright, Far staining every other Fair and princely Dame, that did appear in sight: Many envied her therefore, Because she was of Parents poor, And 'twixt her Lord and she great strife did raise: Some said this, and some said that, And some did call her Beggar's Brat, And to her Lord they wou'd her oft dispraise: O noble Marquess, Quoth they, why dist thou wrong us, thus basely for to wed, Who might have gotten A[n] honourable Lady into your princely bed? Who will not now Your noble Issue soon deride, which shall hereafter be born, That are of blood so base Born by the Mother's side, the which will bring them in scorn? Put her therefore quite away, And take to you a Lady gay, Wherby your Lineage may renowned be. Thus every day they seem'd to prate That malic'd Grissels good estate; Who all this while took it most patiently.
When that the Marquess Did see they were bent thus, against his lawful Wife, Whom he most dearly, Tenderly and intirely beloved as his life; Minding in secret For to try her patient heart, thereby her Foes for to disgrace, Thinking to shew her A hard discourteous part, that Men might pity her case; Great with Child the Lady was, And at the last it came to pass, Two goodly Children at one birth she had; A Son and Daughter God had sent, Which did their Mother well content, And which did make their Father's heart full glad. Great royal feasting Was at these Childrens christening, and princely triumph made; Six weeks together All Nobles that came thither, were entertain'd and staid; And when that all the pleasant Sporting quite was done, the Marquess a Messenger sent For his young Daughter And his pritty smiling Son; declaring his full intent, How that the Babes must murdered be, For so the Marquess did decree: Come let me have the Children then, he said; With that fair Grissel wept full sore, She wrung her hands, and said no more My gracious Lord must have his will obey'd. She took the Babes Even from the Nursing-ladies, between her tender arms; She often wishes With many sorrowful kisses, that she might ease their harms: Farewel, farewel, A thousand times my Children dear; never shall I see you again; 'Tis long of me Your sad and woful Mother here, for whose sake both must be slain, Had I been born of Royal Race, You might have liv'd in happy case, But you must die for my unworthiness: Come Messenger of Death, quoth she, Take my dearest Babes to thee, And to their Father my complaints express.
He took the Children, And to his noble Master he bore them thence with speed, Who in secret sent them Unto a noble Lady, to be brought up indeed: Then to fair Grissel With a heavy heart he goes, where she sat mildly all alone; A pleasant gesture, And a lovely look she shows, as if no grief she had known: Quod he, My Children now are slain, What thinks fair Grissel of the same? Sweet Grissel now declare thy mind to me. Sith you my Lord are pleas'd with it, Poor Grissel thinks this action fit; Both I and mine at your command will be. My Nobles murmur, Fair Grissel, at thy honour, and I no joy can have, Till thou be banish'd Both from my court and presence, as they unjustly crave: Thou must be strip'd Of thy brave garments all, and as thou cam'st to me In homely gray, I[n]stead of biss and purest pall, now all thy cloathing must be. My Lady thou must be no more, Nor I thy Lord, which grieves me sore, The poorest life must now content thy mind: A groat to thee I dare not give, Thee to maintain while I do live, Against my Grissel, such great Foes I find. When gentle Grissel Did hear these woful tydings, the tears stood in her eyes, Nothing she answered, No words of discontentment did from her lips arise. Her velvet gown Most patiently she stripped off, her kertle of silk with the same; Her russet gown Was brought again with many a scoff, to hear them herself she did frame: When she was drest in this array, And ready for to pass away, God send long life unto my Lord, quoth she; Let no offence be found in this, To give my Lord a parting-kiss; With watery eyes, Farewel, my Dear, said she.
From princely palace Unto her Father's cottage poor Grissel she is gone; Full fifteen winters She lived there contented, no wrong she thought upon. And at this time through All the land the speeches went, The Marquess should married be Unto a noble Lady Of high descent, and to the same all Parties did agree The Marquess sent for Grissel fair, The Bride's bed-chamber to prepare, That nothing therein might be found awry. The Bride was with her Brother come, Which was great joy to all and some: But Grissel took all this most patiently. And in the morning When as they should be wedded, her patience there was try'd, Grissel was charged Herself in friendly manner for to attire the Bride: Most willingly She gave consent to do the same; the Bride in bravery was drest, And presently The noble Marquess thither came, with all his Lords at his request O Grissel, I will ask of thee, If to this match thou wilt agree? Methinks thy looks are waxed wondrous coy, With that they all began to smile, And Grissel she reply'd the while, God send Lord Marquess many years of joy. The Marquess was moved, To see his best Beloved thus patient in distress; He stept unto her, And by the hand he took her, these words he did express: Thou art my Bride, And all the Brides I mean to have; these two thine own Children be. The youthful Lady On her knees did blessing crave, her Brother as well as she. And you that envy her estate, Whom I have made my chosen Mate, Now blush for shame, and honour vertuous life; The Chronicles of lasting fame, Shall evermore extol the name Of Patient GRISSEL, my most constant Wife.
Printed by and for T. Norris, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge, and sold by M. Deacon, in Giltspur-street