20 For the maid I thought most true CUDDY. Thy hard happ doth mine appease, And still must weare the willowe-tree. WILLY. Shepherde, be advis'd by mee, CUDDY. Herdsman, I'll be rul'd by thee, X. THE LADY'S FALL, -is given (with corrections) from the editor's ancient folio MS. collated with two printed copies in black-letter; one in the British Museum, the other in the Pepys collection. Its old title is, 'A lamentable ballad of the Lady's fall.' To the tune of, 'In Pescod Time, &c.'-The ballad here referred to is preserved in the 'Muses Library,' 8vo, p. 281. It is an allegory or vision, entitled, The Shepherd's Slumber,' and opens with some pretty rural images, viz. · 'In pescod time when hound to horn Gives eare till buck be kil'd, And little lads with pipes of corne I went to gather strawberries MARKE well my heavy dolefull tale, And heedfully beare in your brest, A gallant ladyes fall. Long was she wooed, ere shee was wonne, To lead a wedded life, But folly wrought her overthrowe Before shee was a wife. Too soone, alas! shee gave consent And faithfull to her still. Shee felt her body altered quite, 10 Her lovelye cheeks chang'd color white, 15 20 Soe that with many a sorrowful sigh, Unto her lover secretly Her greefe shee did bewray, And walking with him hand in hand, Behold,' quoth shee, 'a maids distresse The litle babe springs in my wombe Sith I made thee my choyce: Come, come, my love, perform thy vowe And wed me out of hand; O leave me not in this extreme Of griefe, alas! to stand. Think on thy former promises, Thy oathes and vowes eche one; To mee thou madest thy moane. 35 40 45 'Alacke! my beauteous love,' quoth hee, 'My joye, and only dear; 50 Which way can I convay thee hence, Thy friends are all of hye degree, And I of meane estate; Full hard it is to gett thee forthe Out of thy fathers gate.' 'Dread not thy life to save my fame, For if thou taken bee, My selfe will step betweene the swords, Soe shall I scape dishonor quite; And if I should be slaine What could they say, but that true love Had wrought a ladyes bane? 55 60 But feare not any further harme; 'And there,' quoth hee, 'Ile meete my deare On this day month without all fayle Then with a sweete and loving kisse, And att their partinge brinish teares Att length the wished day was come, When any person shee espyed Come ryding ore the plaine, She hop'd it was her owne true love: But all her hopes were vaine. 65 70 75 80 85 Then did shee weepe and sore bewayle Her most unhappy fate; 90 Then did shee speake these woefull words, O false, forsworne, and faithlesse man, Hast thou forgott thy promise past, And wilt thou perjured prove? 95 And hast thou now forsaken mee Which thou mightst well redresse? And thus with many a sorrowful sigh, Shee felt such privye paine. In travail strong shee fell that night, What woefull paines shee then did feel, Doth eche good woman knowe. 'Weepe not,' said shee, but shutt the dores, And windowes round about, Let none bewray my wretched state, 'O mistress, call your mother deare; And of some skilfull midwifes helpe, Call not my mother for thy life, Nor fetch no woman here; The midwifes helpe comes all too late, My death I doe not feare.' 100 105 110 115 120 125 |