%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Spanish LADY's Love. Deloney, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/05/2021 37275

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R221313 1 To a pleasant new Tune Spanish Lady, The To a Pleasant New Tune WIll you hear a Spanish Lady, / how she woo'd an English Man, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 66 1: 67 The Spanish LADY's Love. The Spanish LADY's Love. Deloney, Thomas Printer W.O. ?-? W.O.

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WIll you hear a Spanish Lady, how she woo'd an English Man, Garments gay as rich as may be, bedeckt with jewels had she on; Of a comely countenance and grace was she; Both by birth and parentage of high degree. As his prisoner there he kept her, in his hands her life did lye; Cupids bands did tye them faster by the liking of an eye: In his courteous company was all her joy; To favour him in anything she was not coy. But at last there came commandment for to set all Ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, none to do them injury.
O then said this Lady gay, Full woe is me; O let me still sustain this kind captivity. Gallant Captain, take some pitty on a woman in distress; Leave me not within this city, for to dye in heaviness; Thou hast set this present day my body free, But my heart in prison still remains with thee. How shouldst thou, fair Lady, love whom thou know'st thy Country? Thy fair words make me suspect thee, serpents lye where flowers grow. All the harm I think on thee, most courteou[s] Knight, God grant upon my head the same may fully light.
Blessed be the time and season that thou came on Spanish ground; If you may our foes be termed, gentle foes we have you found: With our City you have won our hearts each one, Then to your Country bear away that is your own. Rest you still, most gallant Lady, rest you still and weep no more, Of fair flowers you have plenty, Spain doth yield you wondrous store. Spaniards fraught with jealousie we oft do find, But English Men throughout the world are counted kind. Leave me not unto a Spaniard, thou alone enjoy'st my heart, I am lovely, young and tender, love is likewise my desart: Still to save thee day and night, my mind is prest; The wife of every English Man is counted blest. It would be a shame fair Lady, for to bear a woman hence, English souldiers never carry any such without offence. I will quickly change myself, if it be so, And like a page will follow thee where e'er thou go. I have neither gold nor silver to maintain thee in this case, And to travel is great charges, as you know in every place. My chains and jewels every one shall be thy own, And eke a hundred pound in gold, that lies unknown. On the seas are many dangers, many storms do there arise, Which will be to Ladies dreadful, and force tears from watry eyes.
Well in worth I shall endure extreamly, For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee. Courteous Lady, leave this folly, here comes all that breeds the strife, I in England have already a sweet woman to my wife; I will not falsifie my vow for gold nor gain, Nor yet for all the fairest Dames that live in Spain. O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend, Many happy days God send her, and of my suit i'll make an end: On my knees I pardon crave for my offence, Which love and true affection did first commence: Commend me to that gallant Lady, bear to her this chain of gold, With these bracelets for a token, grieving that I was so bold; All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee, For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me. I will spend my days in prayer, love and all her laws defie, In a Nunnery I will shrew'd me, far from any company: But e'er my prayer have an end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love, I will not miss. Thus farewel most gallant Captain, farewel to my heart's content; Count not Spanish Ladies wanton, though to thee my mind was bent: Joy and true prosperity remain with thee. The like fall unto thy share, most fair Lady.
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