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A08950
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The desperate damsells tragedy. Or The faithlesse young man To the tune of Dulcina.
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M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?
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1630
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STC 19227; ESTC S119367
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The desperate Damsells Tragedy OR The faithlesse young man To the tune of Dulcina IN the gallant month of Iune When swéet roses are in prime Aâ—d each bird with a seuerall tune Harmoniously salutes the time then to delight my appetite I walkt into a meddow faire and in a shâ—de I spyed a maide Whose loue had brought her to dispaire Shée her hands sate sadly wringing Making piteous exclamation Upon a false Young man for bringing Her into this great vexation Quoth she false youth Is there no truth In thée of Faith hast thou no share no thou hast none t is to well knowne By me poore wretch now in despaire How oftentimes hast thou protested That thou louest me well indéed And I performed what was requested Twâ— much trust my woe doth bréed I let thée haue what thou didst craue â—educed by thy spéeches faire and hauing had thy will false lad At last thou left'st me in despaire My dearest Iewell thou hast taken Which should stand me in great stead Aâ—d now thou hast me quite forsaken And art like false Aeneas fled from Dido â—â—ue what can insue This faithles déed â— but to end my care like her a knife must end my life For I like her am in despaire Then sith t is so come gentle death I yeeld my selfe vnto thy power Most willing to resigne my breath I am this instant time and howre let thy kéene dart such force impart That I may die oâ— doe not spare from earth I came and willing aâ— Hence to returne with grim despaire When she these bitter words had spoken From her minde so fraught with woe Her heart was in her bosome broken Teares aboundantly did flow from hâ—r faire eyes then to the skies She did direct her hands with prayer and séem'd to moue the pow'rs aboue To scourge the cause of her despaire The second part To the same tune YOu Gods quoth she I inuocate That as your iudgements still are iust My wrongs I pray you vindicate Oh may no Mayde that young man trust henceforth may he so wretched be That none for him at all shall care but that he may for his foule play Be brought like me to grim despaire Hauing made an end of praying Suddenly shee drew a knife Aâ—d I that néere vnséene was staying Ran in hast to saue her life but ere that I to her could cry That her oâ—ne life she might forbeare shee Dido-like her heart did strike Thus dyde the Damsell in despaire With such force her selfe she stabbed Blood ranne out abundantly My heart within my bosome throbbed To behold this Tragedy Yet though she bled she was scarce dead But gasping lay with her last ayre and vnto me shee spake words thrée Which shewed the cause of her despaire Sir quoth she muse not to sée me Desperatly my selfe to slay For his fatall stroake doth free me From disgrace another way My honours dead my credits fledd Why therefore should I liue in care this being spoke her heart strings broke Thus dyed the Damsell in despaire When death had done his worst vnto her I did wishly on her looke And by her fauour I did know her Therefore I my Iourney tooke Unto the Towne where shée was knowne And to her friends I did declare what dismall fate had hapt of late Vnto this Damsell in despaire With brinish teares her friends lamented To heare of her timelesse end And euery one in griefe consented And with me along did wâ—nd Unto the place where lay that face That late aliue was fresh and faire now wanne and pale cause life did faile Her life she ended in despaire When this was told to her false Louer He was of his wits bestraught And wildly ran the Country ouer Home hée'd by no meanes be brought Let this Tale then warne all young men Unconstancy still to forbeare For he betraide this harmelesse Mayde Vnto her death through grim despaire M. P. FINIS London Printed for H. G.