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R236066 1 Dainty come thou to me, &c. [unknown] Dainty Come Thou to Me, etc. DEar Love regard my grief, / do not my suit disdain, British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 117 2: 118 A PATTERN of true LOVE to you I will recite, / Between a Beautiful Lady, and a Courteous Knight. A PATTERN of true LOVE to you I will recite, Between a Beautiful Lady, and a Courteous Knight. Printer W.O. ?-? W.O.

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DEar Love regard my grief, do not my suit disdain, O yield me some relief, that am with sorrow slain: These long seven years and more have I still loved thee; Do thou my joys restore, fair Lady pity me. Pity my grievous pain, long suffered for thy sake, Do not my suit disdain, that no time rest can take; These seven long years and more, have I still loved thee: Do thou my joys restore fair Lady pity me. How should I pity thee? this Lady then reply'd, Thou art no match for me, thy suit must be deny'd: I am of noble blood, you but of mean degree, It stands not for my good surely to match with thee.
This answer had he most, which cut his heart so deep, That on his bed full oft would he lye down and weep, With tears he did lament his froward destiny; With sighs yet would he say, fair Lady pity me. While I live, I must love, so fancy urgeth me, My mind cannot remove, such is my constancy: My mind is nobly bent though I of low degree, Sweet Lady give consent to love and pity me. The Lady hearing now the moan that he did make, Did of his suit allow, and thus to him she spake Sir Knight, mourn thou no more, my faith I plight to thee, May this thy joys restore, thou hast thy wish of me.
But first sweet Love (quoth she) what shift then wilt thou make, With speed to marry me, and thy delight to take: It were a bargain bad to get a wanton Wife, And lose with sorrow great thy sweet distressed life. If that my Father knew the love I bear to thee, We both the same should rue, therefore be rul'd by me: When my Father is in bed, and all his waiting-men, Through the window will I get see that you meet me then. Content Lady (he said) he's but a Coward-knight, Whom ought shall make afraid to win a Lady bright: Thus then they went away, but by the master-cook Coming through the window wide, was this fair Lady took. O gentle cook, (quoth she) do not my deed bewray,
Some favour to me show, and let me pass away: Love that doth conquer Kings, forc'd me to do this deed, Whilst others sits and sings, make not my heart to bleed. Not so, (then said the cook) fair Lady pardon me, Who can this trespass brook, committed thus by thee? My Lord, your Father, shall the matter understand, For false I will not be, neither for house nor land. Then from the Lady's face, fell down the tears amain, She was in woful case, and thus she made h[e]r moan: Ah, my own dear Love, little know'st thou my grief, Great sorrows must we p[r]ove, hope yielding no relief. Her Father in a spleen, lock'd up his Daughter bright, And sent forth armed men to take this worthy Knight,
Who then was judg'd to be quite banish'd from the land, Never his Love to see, so strict was the command. And at the sessions next, after the Knight was gone, To his Daughter, full of woe, they brought a hanged man, Whose head was smitten off, the Maiden's truth to prove, Quoth her Father, Wanton Dame, now take thee here thy Love. Her tears fell down amain, when this sight she did see, And sorely did complain of Father's cruelty; His body she did wash with tears that she did shed, An hundred times she kist his body being dead. Alas, my Love, (she said) dear hast thou paid for me, Would God in heaven's bliss, my soul were now with thee, But whilst that I do live, a vow I here do make, Seven years to live unwed for my true Lover's sake. Her Father hearing this, was grieved inwardly, He pardon'd her amiss, and prais'd her constancy: And to this courteous Knight, her Father did her wed. God grant the like success where perfect love is breed.
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