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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37514	The lamentation of Mr. Pages wife of Plimouth who being forced to wed against her will, did consent to his murther, for the love of George Strangwidge, for which fact they suffered death at Barstable in Devonshire. The tune is, Fortune my foe.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1674 (1674)	Wing D955E; ESTC R213237	3,367	2

The Lamentation of Mr. Pages Wife of Plimouth Who being forced to wed against her will did consent to his Murther for the love of George Strangwidge for which fact they suffered death at Barnstable in Devonshire The Tune is Fortune my Foe UNhappy she whom Fortune hath forlorn Despis'd of grace that proffered grace did scorn My lawless love hath luckless wrought my woe My discontent content did overthrow My loathed life too late I do lament My woful deeds in heart I do repent A Wife I was that wilful went awry And for that fault am here prepar'd to dye In bloomy years my Fathers greedy mind Against my will a match for me did find Great wealth there was yea gold and silver store But yet my heart had chosen one before Mine eyes dislikt my Fathers liking quite My heart did loath my Parents fond delight My greedy mind and fancy told to me That with his age my Youth could not agree On knees I crav'd they would not me constrain With tears I cry'd their purpose to restrain With fighs and sobs I did them often move I might not wed whereas I could not love But all in vain my speeches still I spent My Mothers will my wishes did prevent Though wealthy Page possest my outward part George Strangwidge still was lodged in my heart I wedded was and wrapped all in woe Great discontent within my heart did grow I loath'd to live yet liv'd in deadly strife Because perforce I was made Pages Wife My chosen eyes could not his sight abide My tender Youth did loath his aged side Scant could I tast the meat whereon I fed My legs did loath to lodge within his bed Cause knew I none I should despise him so That such disdain within my heart did grow Save only this that fancy did me move And told me still George Strangwide was my love But here began my downfal and decay In mind I mus'd to make him strait away I that became his discontented wife Contented was he should be rid of life Methinks the heavens crys vengeance for my fact Methinks the world condemns my Monstrous act Methinks within my Conscience tells me true That for that deed hell fire is my due My pensive soul doth sorrow for my sin For which offence my soul doth bleed within But mercy Lord for mercy still I cry Save thou my soul and let my body dye Well could I wish that Page enjoy'd his life So that he had some other to his wife But never could I wish of low or high A longer life then see sweet Strangwidge die O woe is me that had no greater grace To stay till he had run out Natures race My deed I rue but more I do repent That to the same my Stranwidge gave consent You Parents fond that greedy minded be And seek to graft upon the golden tree Consider well and rightful judges be And give your doom 'twixt Parents love and me I was their child and bound for to obey Yet not to love where I no love could lay I married was in muck and endlesse strife But faith before had made me Strangwidge wife O wretched world whom cankered rust doth blind And cursed men who bear a greedy mind And haplesse I whom Parents did force so To end my days in sorrow shame and woe You Devonshire Dames courteous Cornwal Kts. That are here come to visit woful wights Regard my grief and mark my woful end But to your Children be a better friend And thou my dear which for my fault must die Be not afraid the sting of death to try Like as we liv'd and lov'd together true So both at once let 's bid the world adieu Ulalia thy friend doth take her last farewel Whose soul with thine in heaven doth ever dwel Sweet Saviour Christ do thou my soul receive The world I do with all my heart forgive And Parents now whose greedy minds do show Your hearts desire and inward heavy woe Mourn you no more for now my heart doth tell E're day be done my soul shall be full well And Plimouth proud I bid thee now farewel Take heed you Wives let not your hands rebel And farewel life wherein such sorrow shows And welcome death that doth my corps inclose And now sweet Lord forgive me my misdeeds Repentance crys for soul that inward bleeds My soul and body I commend to thee That with thy blood from death redeemed me Lord blesse our King with long and happy life And send true peace betwixt each man and wife And give all Parents Wisdom to fore-see The match is mar'd where minds do not agree The Lamentation of George Strangwidge who for the consenting to the death of Mr. Page of Plimouth suffered death at Barnstable THe man that sighs and sorrows for his sin The corps which care and woe hath wrapped in In doleful sort records her swanlike Song That waits for death and loaths to live so long O Glansfield cause of my committed crime So wed in wealth as birds in bush of lime What cause hadst thou to bear such wicked spight Against my love and eke my hearts delight I would to God thy wisdom had béen more Or that I had not entred in thy door Or that thou hadst a kinder father been Vnto thy Child whose Yeare are but green The match unmeet which thou for me didst make When aged Page thy daughter home did take Well mayst thou rue with tears that cannot dry Which is the cause that four of us must die Ulalia more brighter then the Summers Sun Whose beauty hath for ever my love won My soul more sobs to think of thy disgrace Then to behold my own untimely race The deed late done in heart I do repent But that I lov'd I cannot yet relent Thy seemly sight was ever sweet to me VVould God my death could thy excuser be It was for me alas thou didst the same On me by right they ought to lay the blame My worthlesse love hath brought thy life in scorn And woe is me that ever I was born Farewel my love whose Royal heart was seen I would thou hadst not half so constant been Farewel my love the pride of Plimouth town Farewel the Flower whose beauty is cut down For twenty Years great was the cost I know Thy unkind father did on thee bestow Yet afterwards so sower did fortune lower He lost his joy and child within an hour My wrong and woe to God I do commit VVho was the cause of matching them unfit And yet my guilt I cannot so excuse VVe gave consent his life for to abuse VVretch that I am that my consent did give Had I deny'd Ulalia still should live Blind fancy said do not this suit deny Live thou in blisse or else in sorrow die O Lord forgive this cruel deed of mine Vpon my soul let beams of mercy shine In justice Lord do thou no vengeance take Forgive us both For Jesus Christ his sake The Complaint of Mis. Page for causing her Husband to be murthered for the love of Strangwidge who were executed together IF ever woe did touch a womans heart Or grief did gall for sin the outward part My conscience then and heavy heart within Can witnesse well the sorrow for my sin When Years were young my father forc'd me wed Against my will where fancy was not fed I was content their pleasure to obey Although my heart was linkt another way Great were the gifts they proffered in my sight With wealth they thought to win me to delight But gold and gifts could not my mind remove For I was link'd whereas I could not love Methought his sight was loathsom to my eye My heart did grudge against him inwardly This discontent did cause my deadly strife And with this wealth did cause a grievous life My constant love was on Young Strangwidge set And woe to him that did our welfare let His love so deep a root in me did make I would have gone a begging for his sake VVronged he was through fond desire of gain VVronged he was even through my Parents plain If faith and troth a perfect pledge might be I had been wife unto no man but he Eternal God forgive my fathers deed And Grant all Maidens may take better heed If I had been but constant to my friend I had not matcht to make so bad an end But wanting Grace I sought mine own decay And was the cause to make my friend away And he on whom my earthly joys did lye Through my amisse a shameful death must die Farewel sweet George always my loving friend Needs must I laud and love thee to the end And albeit that Page possess thy due In sight of God thou wast my Husband true My watry eyes unto the Heavens I bend Craving of Christ his mercy to extend My bloody deed do me O Lord forgive And let my soul within thy Kingdom live Farewel false World and friends that fickle be All wives farewel example take by me Let not the Devil to murder you intice Seek to escape such foul and sinful vice And now O Christ to thee I yeild my b●●●● Strengthen my faith in bitter pangs of 〈◊〉 Forgive my faults and folly I thee pr●● And with thy blood wash thou my sin● 〈◊〉 Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and I. Wright