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S116789 1 The Maydens ioy [unknown] The Maidens Joy BEhold the touchstone of true loue, / Maudlin the Marchants daughter of Bristow towne Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 8 The first part of the Marchants Daughter of Bristow. The first part of the Merchant's Daughter of Bristol. ?-?

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BEhold the touchstone of true love, Maudlin the Marchants daughter of Bristow towne Whose firme affection nothing could move: Such favour beares the lovely browne. A gallant Youth was dwelling by, Which many yeeres had borne this Mayden great goodwill: She loved him as faythfully, But all her friendes withstood it still. The Youngman now perceiving well, He could not get nor win the favour of her friendes: The force of sorrowes to expell, To view strange Countries he intendes. And now to take his last farewell, Of his true love, his faire and constant Maudlin: With Musicke sweete that did excell, He playes under her window fine. Farewell quoth he, my owne true love, Farewell my deare & cheefest treasure of my hart: Through fortunes spight that false did prove, I am inforc't from thee to part. Into the land of Italy, There will I waste and wearie out my dayes in woe: Seeing my true love is kept from me, I hold my life a mortall foe. Faire Bristow towne therefore adue, For Padua must be my habitation now: Although my Love doth lodge in thee, To whom alone my hart I vow. With trickling teares thus did he sing, With sighes and sobs descending from his hart ful sore He sayth, when he his hands did wring, Farewell sweete love forever more. Faire Maudlin from a window hie, Beholdes her true love with his musicke where he stood But not a word she durst reply, Fearing her parents angry mood. In teares he spendes the dolefull night, wishing herselfe (though naked) with her faithful friend She blames her friendes and fortunes spight, That wrought their loves such luckles end. And in her hart she makes a vow, Cleane to forsake her countrey and her kinsfolke all, And for to follow her true love now, To bide all chaunces that might fall. The night is gone, and the day is come, And in the morning very early doth she arise: She gets her downe to the lower roome, where sundry Seamen she espies, A gallant Maister among them all, The Maister of a faire and goodly Ship was he: Which there stood waighting in the hall, To speake with her father if it might be. She kindly takes him by the hand, Good sir she sayd, and would you speake with any heere: Quoth he faire Mayde therefore I stand. Then gentle sir, I pray you come neere. Into a pleasant Parlour by, With hand in hand she bringes this Seaman all alone: Sighing to him most pitteously, She thus to him did make her mone. She falles upon her tender knee, Good sir she sayd, now pitty you a Maydens woe.
And prove a faythfull friend to me That I to you my griefe may shew. Sith you repose such trust, he sayd, To me that am unknowne, and eke a stranger heere: Be you assured proper Mayde, Most faythfull still I will appeare. I have a brother sir quoth she, Whom as my lyfe I love and favour tenderly: In Padua alas is he, Full sicke God wot, and like to die. And faine I would my brother see, But that my father will not yeeld to let me goe Wherefore good sir be good to me, And unto me this favour show. Some Ship-boyes garments bring to me, That I disguisd may get away from hence unknowne: And unto Sea Ile goe with thee, If thus much friendshyp may be showne. Faire Mayde quoth he take here my hand, I will fulfill each thing that now you desire: And set you safe in that same Land, and in the place where you require. Then gives she him a tender kisse, And sayth, your servant (gallant Maister) I will be: And prove your faythfull friend for this: Sweete Maister then forget not me. This done, as they had both decreed, Soone after, early, even before the breake of day: He bringes her garments then with speed, Wherein she doth herselfe array. And ere her father did arise, She meetes her Maister as he walked in the hall: She did attend on him likewise, Even till her father did him call. But ere the Marchant made an end, Of all those matters to the Maister he could say: His wife came weeping in with speed, Saying, our Daughter is gone away. The Marchant much amazed in minde, Yonder vilde wretch entic't away my child quoth he: But well I wot I shall him find at Padua in Italie. With that bespake the Maister brave, Worshipfull Marchant thither goes this pretty youth: And anything that you would have, He will performe it and write the trueth. Sweete youth quoth he, if it be so, Beare me a letter to the English Marchants there, and gold on thee I will bestow: My Daughters welfare I do feare. Her Mother takes her by the hand, Faire youth quoth she, if there thou dost my daughter see Let me thereof soone understand, and there is twenty Crownes for thee. Thus through the Daughters strange disguise, The Mother knew not when she spake unto her child: And after her Maister straight she hies, Taking her leave with countenance milde. Thus to the Sea faire Maudlin is gone, With her gentle Maister, God send them a merry wind Where we awhile must leave them alone, Till you the second part do finde.
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