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A most sweet song of an English merchant born in Chichester. To an excellent new tune.
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1663-1674?
(1674)
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Wing M2923D; ESTC R180752
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A most sweet Song of an English Merchant born Chichester To an Excellent new Tune A Rich Marchant-man 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 tâ—e Merchant-man was judg'd to lose his head A sweet thing love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in this world to women that are kind A Scaffold builded was within the Market place And all the people far and néer did thither flock apace Did thither flock apace this doleful sight to sée Who all in Velvet black as jet unto the place came he A sweet c. Bare-headed was he brought his hands were 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 thing c. When he was mounted up upon the Scaffold high All women said great pitty it was so swéet a men should dye The Merchants of the Town from death to set him frée Did proffer there a thousand pound but yet all would not be A sweet thing c. 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 thing c. With heart I do repent this most unhappy déed And for his wife and Children small my very heart doth bléed The déed 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 thing c. Vnto the Widdow poor and to the babes therefore I give a hundred pound a piece their comforts to restore Desiring at their hands no one request but this They will speaks well of Englishmen though I have done anisse A sweet thing c. This was no sooner done but that to stint the strife Four goodly Maids did â—roffer him for love to save his liâ—e 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 thing c. Brave English-man quoth one 't is I will beg 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 other said still waiting his reply A sweet thing is love c. The Second Part To the same Tune FAir Maidens every one I must confesse 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 preffered willingly my loathed life to save A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind There is no comfort in his world to women that are kind Then take a thousand thanks of me a dying men But speak no more of love nor 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 loose my breath A sweet thing 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 thing c. And now dear friends farewel swéet England now adieu And Chichester where I was born where first this breath I drew And now thou man of death unto thy Weapon stand Oh nay another Damsel said swéet Heads-man hold thy hand A sweet thing c. Now hear a Maidens plaint brave English-man quoth she And grant me love for love again that craves but love of thée I wooe and sue for love that have been woo'd e'r this Then grant me love there withal she proffered him a kiss A sweet thing c. I 'le dye within thy arms if thou wilt dye quoth she Yet live or dye swéet English-man I 'le live and dye with thee But can it be quoth he that thou dost love me so 'T is not by long acquaintance sir whereby true love doth grow A sweet thing c. Then beg my life quoth he and I will be thy own If I should séek the world for love more love cannot be shown The people at that word did give a joyful cry And said great pitty it had béen so swéet a man should dye A sweet thing c. I go my love she said I run I flye for thée And gentle heads-man spare a while my Lovers head for me Vnto the Duke she went who did her grief remove And with an hundred Maidens more she went to fetch her love A sweet thing c. With musick sounding swéet the foremost of that train The gallant Maiden like a Bride did fetch him back again Yea hand in hand they went unto the Church that day And they were Married presently in sumptuons rich array A sweet thing c. To England came he then with this his lady Bride A fairer women never lay by any Merchants side Where I must leave them now in pleasure and delight But of their names dwelling place I must not here recite A sweet thing is love it rules both heart and mind c. FINIS London Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright