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A Most sweet song of an English merchant-man born in Chichester to an excellent new tune.
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Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.
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1685
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Wing M2924A; ESTC R35054
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A most sweet Song of an English Merchant-man born in Chichester To an Excellent New Tune A Rich merchant-man there was that was both grave and wise Did kill a man at Embden town through quarrels that did rise Through quarrels that did rise the German being dead And for that fact the merchant-man was judg'd to lose his head A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in the world to women that are kind A scaffold builded was within the market-place And all the people far and near did thither flock apace Did thither flock apace this doleful sight to see Who all in velvet black as jet unto the place came he A sweet c. Bear-headed as he was his hands was bound before A cambrick ruff about his neck as white as milk he wore His stockings were of silk as fine as fine might be Of person and of countenance a proper man was he A sweet c. When he was mounted up upon the scaffold high All women said Great pity it was so sweet a Man should dye The merchants of the town from death to set him free Did proffer there a thousand pound but yet all would not be A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in the world to women that are kind The prisoner hereupon began to speak his mind Quoth he I have deserved death in conscience I do find Yet sore against my will this man I kill'd quoth he As Christ doth know which of my soul must only Saviour be A sweet c. With heart I do repent this most unhappy deed And for his wife and children small my very heart doth bleed The deed is done and past my hope of life is vain And yet the loss of this my life to them is little gain A sweet c. Unto the widow poor and to the babes therefore I give a hundred pound a piece their comfort to restore Desiring at their hands no one request but this They will speak well of English-men though I have done amiss A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in this world like women that are kind This was no sooner done but that to stint the strife Four goodly maids did proffer him for love to save his life This is our law quoth they we may your death remove So you in lieu of our good will will grant to us your love A sweet c. Brave Englishman quoth one 'T is I will save thy life Nay quoth the second it is I so I may be thy Wife 'T is I the third did say Nay quoth the fourth 't is I So each one after the other said still waiting his reply A sweet c. Fair maidens every one I must confess and say That each of you well worthy is to be a lady gay And I unworthy far the worst of you to have Though you have proffer'd willingly my loathed life to save A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in this world to women that are kind Then take a thousand thanks of me a dying man But speak no more of love or life for why my life is gone To Christ my soul I give my body unto death For none of you my heart can have sith I must leave my breath A sweet c. Fair maids lament no more your country law is such It takes but hold upon my life my goods it cannot touch Within one chest I have in gold a thousand pound I give it equal to you all for love that I have found A sweet c. And now dear Friends farewel sweet England now adieu And Chicester where I was born where first this breath I drew And now thou man of death unto thy weapon stand O nay another damsel said sweet Headsman hold thy hand A sweet c. Now hear a maiden's plain brave Englishman quoth she And grant me love for love again that craves but love of thee I wooe and sue for love that had been woo'd e're this Then grant me love and therewithal she proffer'd him a kiss A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in this world to women that are kind I 'll dye within thy arms if thou wilt dye quoth she Yet live or dye sweet Englishman I 'll live and dye with thee But can it be quoth he that thou do love me so 'T is not by long acquaintance sir whereby true love doth grow A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in this world to women that are kind Then beg my life quoth he and I will be thy own If I should seek the world for love more love cannot be shown The people at that word did give a joyful cry And said Great pitty it was so sweet a man should dye A sweet c. I go my love she said I run I flye for thee And gentle headâ—man spare a while my lover's head for me Unto the Duke she went who did her grief remove And with a hundred maidens more she went to fetch her love A sweet c. With musick sounding sweet the foremost of the train The gallant maiden like a bride did fetch him back again Yea hand in hand away they went unto the Church that day And there were marry'd presently in sumptuous rich array A sweet c. To England came he then with his fair Lady bride A fairer creature never lay by any merchant's side Where we must leave them now in pleasure and delight But of their names and dwelling-place I must not here recite A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in the world to women that are kind Printed by and for W.O. and sold by the Booksellers of Pye-corner and London-Bridge