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S116791 1 Maidens Ioy [unknown] Maidens Joy WElcome sweet Maudlin from the sea, / where bitter storms & cruel tempests Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 9 The second part of the Marchants Daughter of Bristow. The second part of the Merchant's Daughter of Bristol. ?-? William Blackwall

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WElcome sweet Maudlin from the sea, where bitter storms & cruel tempests did arise: The pleasant banks of Italy, We may behold with joyfull eies. Thankes gentle maister then quoth she, A faithful friend in al my sorows thou hast beene If fortune once doth smile on me, My thankfull heart shall well be seene. Blest be the land that feedes my Love, Blest be that place whereas he doth abide, No travell will I sticke to prove: Whereby my goodwill may be tride. Now will I walke with joyfull heart, to view the town wheras my darling doth remaine And seek him out in every part, Untill I do his sight attaine. And I quoth he will not forsake, Sweete M. in al her jorneys up and downe In wealth and woe thy part Ile take, And bring thee safe to Padua towne. And after many weary steps, In Padua they safe arived at the last, For verie joy her heart it leapes, She thinkes not on her perills past. But now alas behold the lucke, Her own true love in woful prison doth she find, Which did her heart in peeces plucke, And greevde her gentle mind. Condemnd he was to die alas, Except he would his faith and his religion turne: But rather then he would go to masse, In fiery flames he vowed to burne. Now doth faire Maudlin weepe and waile her joy is changd to weeping sorow greefe & care but nothing can her plaints prevaile, For death alone must be his share. She walkes under the prison walles, where her true love doth ly and languish in distresse Most wofully for foode he calls, When hunger did his heart oppresse. He sighes and sobs and makes great mone farwel said he sweet England now forever more and al my friends that have me known In Bristow towne with wealth and store. But most of al farewel quoth he, My owne true love sweete M. whom I left behind For nevermore I shal thee see, Woe to thy father most unkind. How wel were I if thou wast here with thy fair hands to close up both these wretched eys My torments easie would appeere, My soule with joy should scale the skies.
When M. heard her lovers mone, her eies with tears, her hart with sorow filled was, To speak with him no means was known Such grievous [?] on him did passe. Then cast she off her Ladies attire, A maidens weede upon her back she seemly set To the judges house she did enquire, And there she did a service get. She did her dutie there so wel, And eke so prudently herself she did behave With her in love her maister fell, His servants favour he doth crave. Maudlin quoth he my hearts delight, To whom my hart in firme affections tide, Breede not my death through thy dispight, A faithful friend I will be tride. Graunt me thy love faire maide quoth he, and at my hands desire what thou canst devise, And I wil grant it unto thee, Whereby thy credite may arise. O sir she said how blest am I, With such a kind and gentle maister for to meete, I will not your request denie, So you will grant what I do seeke, I have a brother sir she said, For his religion is now condemnde to die In loathsome prison he is laide, Opprest with care and miserie. Graunt me my brothers life she said, And to you my love and liking I wil give That may not be quoth he faire maide, Except he turne he may not live. An English Friar there is she said, Of learning great, and of a passing pure life Let him be to my brother sent, And he will finish soone the strife. Her maister granted this request, The mariner in Friars weed she doth aray And to her love that lay distrest, She doth a letter straightway convay. When he had read her gentle lines, His heavy hart was ravished with inward joy Where now she was ful wel he finds The friar likewise was not coy. But did declare to him at large, the enterprise his love for him had taken in hand The yongman did the friar charge, His love should straight depart the land. Here is no place for her he said, but woful death and danger of her harmles life, Professing truth I was betraid, And freareful flames must end our strife.
For ere I wil my faith denie, And sweare myself to follow damnde antichrist, Ile yeeld my bodie for to die, To live in heaven with the highest. O sir the gentle friar said, For your sweete love, recant and save your wished life A wofull match quoth he is made, Where Christ is lost to winne a wife. When she had wroght al means she might to save her friend & that she saw it wold not be Then of the judge she claimd her right To die the death as well as he. For looke what faith he doth professe, in that same faith be sure that I wil live & dy Then ease us both in our distresse, Let us not live in miserie. When no perswasion would prevaile, Nor change her mind in anything that she had said she was with him condemnd to die And for them both one fire made. And arme in arme most joyfully, these lovers twain unto the fire then did go The mariners most faithfully, Were likewise partners of their woe. But when the judges understood, the faithful frindship in them al that did remaine They savde their lives, and afterward, To England sent them home againe. Now was their sorrowes turnde to joy, and faithful lovers had now their harts desire their paines so wel they did imploy, God granted what they did require. And when they were in England come, And to mery Bristow arrived at the last, Great joy there was of al and some, that heard the dangers they had past. Her father he was dead God wot, And eke her mother was joyful of her sight their wishes she denied not, But wedded them with hearts delight. Her gentle maister she desirde, to be her father, & at church to give her then It was fulfild as she requirde, Unto the joy of all good men.
FINIS Printed at London for William Blackwall.