%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The pensive Prisoners Lamentation, Being a / breefe relation taken out of the Cronacle of Edward / the second, shewing what misery he endured. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1647-1647 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36052

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R187301 2 Gerhard Gerard's Mistress Gerard to the same Tune Gerard's Mistress To the Same Tune YOu Gods, / And Goddesses that rules in Hellicon BEsides / My keepers cruelty is over much, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 5 The pensive Prisoners Lamentation, Being a / breefe relation taken out of the Cronacle of Edward / the second, shewing what misery he endured. The pensive Prisoner's Lamentation, Being a brief relation taken out of the Chronicle of Edward the second, showing what misery he endured. 1647-1647

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YOu Gods, And Goddesses that rules in Hellicon Looke mee upon, Helpe to release a prisoner out of thrall, Let not The savige bears, nor furies sent from Hell Torment me still, Who have in store no mercy now at all, Aleidus Stay thou to defend mee And wave thy Club about, Or else they will, my person kill Before they let me out. Cerberus That is my Porter Doth beare mee such a spite, And seeks by death, to stop my breath, Hee can both barke and bite. I Am That potent, pencive, patient prisoner left, Of joy bereft, My greefs, & troubles cannot numbered be, A hopelesse Helplesse, harmeless man lies here forlorne And held in scorne, By them that once were servall unto mee, Who through The mercy that I us'd, While I was in full power, They mercilesse, doe me oppresse, And vex me every hower. That have released many bond-slaves, And set the Prisoners free, Here haplesse I, in prison lye Alas what remedy.
Twould make A heart of Flint relent to see my woes Don by my foes, Who once had all things at my own command Can have No clothes to ware, nor food wheron to eat No drinke nor meat But what is given me from my Enemies hands My friends Are all from me departed Though sore against their will No one is here, that comes me neere But those as wish mee ill: More then Ten thousand wayes they practise To worke my lives decay Hap well hap woe, it must be soe. The bond man must obey. To vex My prudent patience to my charge they lay Day after day Such horrid crims of which I never knew Their tongues Like poysoning asps or double edged swords Speake biting words Which is as false as ever God is true. And so With their forged accusations, They raise a deadly strife To seperate, and breed debate. Between mee and my Wife. My Children Also are abused, As to the World is known, And others they, doe now enjoy, That which was once my own.
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BEsides My keepers cruelty is over much, Never was such A Captive prisoner kept in slavery, There is No friend dare come my person for to vew all this is true Without admittance from my Enemy, Each day And hower I stand in danger Of these my desperate foes, Who makes no spare, it's known they dare To give me bloody blowes: If they But say I doe offend them, Though I know not the cause, They'le spurne and smite, and with me fight These are their new made lawes. Thus am I every way most barberously abused, And basely used By some of them for whome I have don good And some Of them in whome I put most trust have proved unjust As likest men they are to spill my blood And as That cursed cative Judas, his Master did betray So my false friends for their own ends, Have sould my life away: No faithfull Freind that dare come neere mee At all to take my part, But every man, does what he can To breake my wounded heart.
How happy Is that man that labours all the day For little pay That he at night may safely goe to rest, And he That travels up and down and takes most pains receives the gains, And takes his lodging wher it likes him best Those men Have liberty to labour O sweet and precious thing, And in their faire more happy are Then is a troubled King: The Country [S]wains and silly Shepherds, And Tradsmen eake also Have liberty, while here I lye, In Sorrow and in woe. Is't not A Fathers chefest comfort for to see These things be His own deare children dayly in his sight, Is't not The marrow of a Husbands life To see his Wife And have her in his presence day and night All those Sweet pleasures are kept from mee, While I one earth remaine, Except the wind, will prove so kind To turne the Tide againe: Untill Which time I wait with patience Wishing health wealth and peace To them that be at liberty And looke for my release.
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