Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	woman_n	womb_n	young_a	33	3	5.7943	4	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B04115	A lamentable ballad of the ladies fall, declaring how a gentlewoman through her too much trust came to her end and how her lover slew himselfe. The tune of, In pescod time.		1658-1664? (1664)	Wing L256B; ESTC R179932	1,859	1

A lamentable Balled of the Ladies Fall Declaring how a Gentlwoman through her too much trust came to her en● and how her Lover slew himselfe The tune of In Pescod time MArk well my heavy dolefull Tale. you loyall Lovers al And héedfully bear in your breast a gallant Ladies fall 'Long was she woo'd e're she was won to lead a wedded life But folly wrought her overthrow before she was a Wife Too soon alas she gave cons●nt to yeeld unto his will Though hee protested so be true and faithfull to her still She felt her body altered quite her bright hue waxed pale Her fair red cheeks chang'd colour while her strength began to fail So that with many a sorrowfull sigh this beauteous maiden mild With grieved heart perceivd her self to be conceiv'd with child She kept it from her Fathers sight so close as close might be And so put on her silken Gown none might her swelling see Vnto her Lover secretly shee did her selfe bewray And walking with him hand in hand these words to him did say Behold said she a Maids distress my Love brought to thy Bow Behold I 〈◊〉 with child by thee though none thereof do know The little babe s●rings in my womb to hear the Fathers voice Let it not be a bastard c●●●d sith I make thee my choice Come come my love perform t●y vow and wed me out of hand O leave me not i● th●se extreams in grief 〈…〉 ayes to 〈◊〉 Think on thy former promise made thy vows and Oath each one Remember with what bitter tears to me thou mad'st thy mean Convey me to some secret place and marry me with spéed Or with thy Rapier end my life e're further shame proceed Alas my dearest Love quoth he my greatest joy on earth Which way can I convey thée hence without a sudden death Thy friends they be of high degree and I of mean estate Full hard it is to get thee forth out of thy fathers gate Dread not thy self to save my same and if thou taken be My self will step betweeen the s●●●●● and take the harm on me So shall I scape dishonour quite if so I should be slain What could they say but that tru● 〈◊〉 did work a Ladies bane ANd fear not any further harm my self will so devise That I will go along with thee unseen of mortal eyes Disguised like some pretty Page I 'le meet thee in the dark And all alone I 'le come to thee had by my Fathers Park And there quoth he I 'le meet my love if God lend me life And this day month without all fail I will make thee my wife Then with a swee● an loving kisse they parted presently And at their parting brinish tears stood in each others eye At length the wished day was come whereas this lovely maid With lovely eyes and strange attire for her true lover staid When anie person she espi'd come riding over the plain She thought it was her own true love but all her joyes were vain Then did she wéep and sore bewail her most unhappy state Then did she speak these wofull words when succourlesse she sate O false forsworn and faithlesse wretch disloyall to thy Love Hast thou forgot thy promise made and wilt thou perjur'd prove And hast thou now forsaken me in this my sad distress To end my daies in open shame which thou mightst well redresse Wo worth the the time I did believe that flattering tongue of thine Would God that I had never seen the tears of thy false eyne And thus with manie a sorrowfull sigh homeward she went amain No rest came in her watrie eies she felt such bitter pain In travell strong they fell that night with many a bitter throw What woful pangs shee felt that night doth each good women know She called for her waiting Maid that lay at her beds feet Who musing at her mistresse wo did fast begin to weep Weep not quoth she but shut the door and windows round about Let no●e bewail my wretched case but keep all persons out O Mistriss call your mother dear of women you have need And of some skillfull midwives help the better may you speed Call not my Mother for thy life nor call no women here The Midwives help comes now too late my death I do not fear With that the babe sprung in her womb no creatour being nigh And with a sigh that broke her heart this gallant Dame did die This living little infant young the Mother being dead Resign'd it's new received breath to him that had him made Next morning came her Lover true affrighted at this news And he for sorrow slew himself whom each one did accuse The Mother with the new born babe was both laid in one grave Their parents overcome with wo no joy of them could have Take heed you dainty Damsells all of flattering words beware And of the honour of your name have you a speciall care Too true this a storie is as manie one can tell By others harms learn to be wise and thou shalt do ful well Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and William Gilbertson