%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her owne milke, being / condemned to be famished to death: and after was pardoned by the Emperor. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1625-1625 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/22/2018 36203

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S2557 1 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame IN Rome I reade a Noble man, / the Emperour did offend, 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: 30 A worthy example of a vertuous wife, who fed her father with her owne milke, being / condemned to be famished to death: and after was pardoned by the Emperor. A worthy example of a virtuous wife, who fed her father with her own milk, being condemned to be famished to death: and after was pardoned by the Emperor. 1625-1625

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IN Rome I reade a Nobleman, the Emperour did offend, And for that fact he was adjudg'd unto a cruell end: That he should be in prison cast, with Irons many one, And there be famisht unto death, and brought to skin and bone. And more if anyone were knowne, by night or yet by day, To bring him any kinde of food, his hunger to allay, The Emperor swore a mighty oath, without remorse (quoth he) Thou shalt sustaine the cruellest death, that may devised be, This cruell sentence once pronounc'd, the Nobleman was cast, Into a dungeon darke and deepe, with irons fettered fast, Where when he had with hunger greate remained ten daees space, And neither tasted bread nor drinke, in this most wofull case. The teares along his aged face, most plenteously did fall, And grievously he did beginne, for to complaine withall. O Lord, quoth he, what shall I doe, so hungry Lord am I, For want of bread, one bit of bread, I famish, starve and dye. How precious were one corne of wheat, unto my hungry soule, One crust, one crum, one little piece, my hunger to controle. Had I this dungeon heap[']d with gold I would [forgoe] it [all, To buy and purchase one browne loafe, yea were it nere so small.]
O that I had but every day one bit of bread to eate, Though evre so mouldy, blacke or browne my comfort would be great: Yea, albeit I tooke it up trod downe in dirt and mire, It would be pleasing to my taste, and sweet to my desire. Good Lord, how happy is the Hinde, that labours all the day, The drudging slave, the peasant poore which at commandment stay? These have their ordinary meales, they take no heed at all Of those sweet crums & crusts, that they so carelesly let fall. How happy is the little chick, that without feare may goe, And picke up those most precious crums, which they away doe throw, O that some pretty little Mouse, so much my friend would be, To bring some old forsaken crust into this place to me. But oh my heart, I wish in vaine, no succour I can have, No meate, no drink, no water eke, my lothed life to save. O bring some bread for Christ his sake, some bread, some bread to mee: I dye, I dye for lacke of bread nought but stone walls I see. Thus day and night he cryed out, in most outragious sort, That all the countrey farre and neere, were griev'd at his report. And t[hough] that m[a]ny friends he had[, and daughters in the towne, Yet none durst come to succour him, fearing the Emperours frowne.]
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