Selected quad for the lemma: truth_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	wretch_n	write_v	youth_n	18	3	8.8376	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16901	The first[-second] part of the Marchants daughter of Bristow To the tune of, The maydens ioy.; Marchants daughter of Bristow. Part 1.		1610 (1610)	STC 3795; ESTC S116789	1,917	1

The first part of the Marchants Daughter of Bristow To the tune of The Maydens ioy BEhold the touchstone of true loue Maudlin the Marchants daughter of Bristow towne Whose firme affection nothing could moue Such fauour beares the louely browne ¶ A gallant Youth was dwelling by Which many yeeres had borne this Mayden great goodwill She loued him as faythfully But all her friendes withstood it still ¶ The Young man now perceiuing well He could not get nor win the fauour of her friendes The force of sorrowes to expell To view strange Countries be intendes ¶ And now to take his last farewell Of his true loue his faire and constant Maudlin With Musicke sweete that did excell He playes vnder her window fine ¶ Farewell quoth he my owne true loue Farewell my deare cheefest treasure of my hart Through fortunes spight that false did proue I am inforc't from thee to part ¶ Into the land of Italy There will I waste and wearie out my dayes in woe Seeing my true loue to kept from me I hold my life a mortall foe ¶ Faire Bristow towne therefore adue For Padua must be my habitation now Although my Loue doth lodge in thee To whom alone my hart I vow ¶ With trickling teares thus did he sing With sighes and sobs descending from his hart ful sore He sayth when he his hands did wring Farewell sweete loue for euermore ¶ Faire Maudlin from a window hie Beholdes her true loue with his musicke where he stood But not a word she durst reply Fearing her parents angry mood ¶ In teares he spendes the dolefull night wishing her selfe though naked with her faithful friend She blames her friendes and fortunes spight That wrought their loues such luckles end ¶ And in her hart she makes a how Cleane to forsake her countrey and her kinsfolke all And for to follow her true loue now To bide all chauntes that might fall ¶ The night is gone and the day is come And in the morning very early doth she arise She gets her downe to the lower roome where sundry Seamen she espies ¶ A gallant Maister among them all The Maister of a faire and goodly Ship was he Which there stood waighting in the hall To speake with her father if it might be ¶ She kindly takes him by the hand Good sir she sayd and would you speake with any heere Quoth he faire Mayde therefore I stand Then gentle sir I pray you come neere ¶ Into a pleasant Parlour by With hand in hand she bringes this Seaman all alone Sighing to him most pitteously She thus to him did make her mone ¶ She falles vpon her tender knee Good sir she sayd now pitty you a Maydens woe And proue a faythfull friend to me That I to you my griefe may shew ¶ Sith you repose such trust he sayd To me that am vnknowne and ekia stranger heere Be you assured proper Mayde Most faythfull still I will appeare ¶ I haue a brother sir quoth she Whom as my lyfe I loue and fauour tenderly In Padua alas is he Full sicke God wot and like to die ¶ And faine I would my brother see But that my father will not yeeld to let me got Wherefore good sir be good to me And vnto me this fauour show ¶ Some Ship-boyes garments bring to me That I disguisd may get away from hence vnknowne And vnto Sea I le goe with thee If thus much friendshyp may be showne ¶ Faire Mayde quoth he take here my hand I will fulfill each thing that now you desire And set you safe in that same Land and in the place where you require ¶ Then giues she him a tender kisse And sayth your seruant gallant Maister I will be And proue your faythfull friend for this Sweete Maister then forget not me ¶ This done as they had doth decreed Soone after early euen before the breake of days He bringes her garments then with speed Wherein she doth her selfe array ¶ And ere her father did arise She meetes her Maister as he walked in the hall She did attend on him likewise Euen till her father did him call ¶ But ere the Marchant made an end Of all those matters to the Maister he could say His wife came weeping in with speed Saying our Daughter is gone away ¶ The Marchant much amazed in minde Yonder vilde wretch entic't away my child quoth he But well I wot I shall him find at Padua in Italie ¶ With that bespake the Maister braue Worshipfull Marchant thither goes this pretty youth And any thing that you would haue He will performe it and write the trueth ¶ Sweete youth quoth he if it be so Beare me a letter to the English Marchants there and gold on thee I will bestow My Daughters welfare I do feare ¶ Her Mother takes her by the hand Faire youth quoth she if there thou dost my daughter see Let me thereof soone vnderstand and there is twenty Crownes for thee ¶ Thus through the Daughters strange disguise The Mother knew not when she spake vnto her child And after her Maister straight she dies Taking her leaue with countenance milde ¶ Thus to the Sea faire Maudlin is gone With her gentle Maister God send them a merry wind Where we a while must leaue them alone Till you the second part do finde FINIS