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A16903
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The merchants daughter of Bristow To the tune of The maidens ioy.; Marchants daughter of Bristow.
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1635
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STC 3797; ESTC S118232
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The Merchants Daughter of Bristow To the Tune of The Maidens lay BEhold the Touch-stone of true loue Maudlin the Marchants daughter of Bristow towne Whose firme affection nothing could moue This favour beares the louelie browne A gallant youth was dwelling by Which many yeeres had borne this Lady great good will Shee loved him so faithfully But all her friends withstood it still The young man now pâ—rceiving well He could not get nor win the favour of her friends The force of sorrow to expell To view strange Countreys hee intends And now to take his last farewell Of his true loue his faire and constant Maudlin With musicke sweete that did excell Hee plaies vnder her window then Farewell quoth he mine owne true loue Farewell my deere and chiefest treasure of my heart Through fortunes spight that false did proue I am inforc'd from thee to part Into the land of Italy There will I waâ—â—e and weary out my dayes in wo Seeing my true Loue so kept from mee I hold my life a mortall fo Faire Bristow towne therefore adieu For Padua shall bee my habitation now Although my loue doth lodge in thee To whom alone my heart I vow With trickling teares this hee did sing With sighs and sobs descending from his heart full sore Hee said when he his handes did wring Farewell sweâ—t loue for euermore Faire Maudlin from a window nigh Beholding her true Loue with Musicks where hee stood But not a word shee durst reply Fearing her Parents angry mood In teares shee spent this dolefull night Wishing though nakeâ— with her faithfull friend She blames her friends and fortunes spight That wrought their loues such lucklesse end And in her heart shee made a vow Cleane to forsâ—ke her Countrey and her kinsfolkes all And for to follow her true Loue To hide all chance that might befall The night is gone and the day is come And in the morning very early sheâ— did rise She gets her â—â—wne in a lower roome Where sundrie Sea-men shee espies A gallant Master amongst them all The Master of a faire and goodlie ship was he Wâ—o there stood waiting in the Hall To speake with her Father if it might be She kindly takes him by the hand Good sir said shee and would you speake with any heere Quoth he faire Maid therefore I stand Then gentle sir I pray you draw neere Into a pleasant Parlour by With hand in hand shee brings the Sea-man all alone Siâ—hing to him most piteously She thus to him did make her moane Shee falls vpon her tender knes Good sir she said now pittie you a womans woe And proue a faithfull friend to me That I my griefe to you may shew Sith you repose your trust he said To me that am vnknowne and eke a stranger heere Be you assur'd most proâ—er maid Most faithfull still I will appeare I haue a Brother then quoth shee Whom as my life I loue and fauour tenderlie 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 goe Wherefore good sir be good to me And vnto me this favour shew Some ship-boyes garment bring to mee That I disguis'd may got away from hence vnknowâ—â— And vnto Sea I le goe with thee If thus much favour may be showne Faire Maid quoth he take heere my hand I will fulfill each thing that you desire And set you safe in that same Land And in that place that you require She gaue him then a tender kisse And saith your servant gallant Master will I be And proue your faithfull friend for this Sweete Master then forget not me This done as they had both decreed Soone after early before the breake of day He brings her garments then with speed Wherein shee doth her selfe array And ere her Father did arise Shee meets her Master as He walkes in the Hall Shee did attend on him likewise Euen till her Father did him call But ere thâ— Merchant made an end Of all the matters to the master hee could say His wife came weeping in with speed Saying our Daughter is gone away The Merchant thus amaz'd in mind Yonder vile wretch intic'd away my child quoth he But well I wot I shall him find At Padua in Italy With that bespake the Master braue Worshipfull Master thither goes this pretty youth And any thing that you would haue He will performe it and write the truth Sweet youth quoth hee if it be so Beare me a letter to the English Marchants there And gold on thee I will bestow My Daughters welfare I doe feare Her Mâ—ther takes her by the hand Faire youth qd she if there thou dost my daughter see Let me thereof soone vnderstand And the theâ—e is twenty Crownes for thee Thus through the Daughters strange disguise The Mother knew not when shee spake vnto her Child And after her Master straight shee hies Taking her leaue with countenance milde Thus to the Sea faire Maudlin is gone With her gentle Master God send them a merry wind Where wee a while must let them alone Till you the second part doe find The second part TO the same tune VVElcome sweete Maudlin from the Sea Where bitter stormes and tempest doe arise The plesant bankes of Italy Wee may behold with mortal eyes Thankes gentle Master then quoth shee A faithfull friend in sorrow hast thou beene If fortune once both smile on mee My thankfull heart shall wellbee seene Blest be the Land that seedes my Love Blest be the place whereas his person doth abide No triall will I sticke to prove Whereby my true Love may be tride Nowe will I walke with ioyfull heart To viewe the Town whereas my darlinge doth remaine And seeke him out in euerie part Vntill I doe his sight attaine And I quoth he will not forsake Sweete Maudlin in her sorrow vp and downe In wealth and woe thy part I le take And bringe thee safe to Padua towne And after many wearie steps In Padua they safely arriue at last For very ioy her heart if leapes She thinkes not of her sorrowes past Condemned to dye hee was alas Except hee would from his Religion turne But rather then hee would to Masse In fiery flaâ—es hee vow'd to burne Now doth Maudlin weepe and waile Her ioy is chang'd to weeping sorrow greife and care But nothing could her plaints preuaile For death alone must be his share Shee walked vnder the prison walls Where her true loue doth lie and languish in distresse Most wofully for foode he calls When hunger did his heart oppresse He sighs and sobs and makes great moane Farewell hee said sweete England now for euermore And all my friends that haue me knowne In Bristow towne with wealth and store But most of all farewell quoth hee My owne true Loue sweet Maudlin whom I left behind For neuer more I shall see thee Woe to thy Father most vnkind How well were I if thou