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B04953 A pattern of true love to you I will recite, between a beautiful lady and a courtious knight. To the tune of, Dainty come thou to me, &c. Licensed and entred according to order. 1670 (1670) Wing P873; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[579] 1,447 1

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A PATTERN of true LOVE to you I will recite Between a Beautiful Lady and a Courtious Knight To the Tune of Dainty come thou to me c. Licensd and Entred according to Order DEar Love regard my grief do not my suit disdain O yield me some relief that am with sorrow slain These long seven years and more have I still loved thee Do thou my ioys restore fair Lady pity me Pity my greivous pain long suffered for thy sake Do not my suit disdain that no time rest can take These seven long years and more have I still loved thée Do thou my joys restore fair Lady pity me How should I pity thée this Lady then reply'd Thou art no match for me thy suit must be deny'd I am of noble blood you but of mean degrée It stands not for my good f●●●ly to match with th●e This answer had he most which cut his heart so déep That on his bed full oft would he lye down and wéep With tears he did lament his froward destiny With sights yet would be say Fair Lady pitty me While I live I must love so fancy urgeth me My mind cannot remove such is my constancy My mind is nobly bent though I of low degrée Sweet Lady give consent to love and pity me The Lady hearing now the moan that he did make Did of his suit allow and thus to him she spak Ser Knight mourn thou no more my faith I plight to thee May this thy joys restore thou hast thy wish of me But first sweet Love quoth she what shift then wilt thou make With speed to marry me and thy delight to take It were a bargain bad to get a wanton VVife And lose with sorrow great thy sweet distressed life If that my Father knew the love I bear to thee VVe both the same should rue therefore be rul'd by me VVhen my Father is in bed and all his waiting-men Throught the window will I get see that you meet me then Content Lady he said he 's but a Coward knight VVhom ought shall make afraid to win a Lady bright Thus then they went away but by the master-cook Coming thought the window wide was this fair Lady took O gentle cook quothshe do not my deed bewray Some favour to me show and let me pass away Love that doth conquer Kings forc'd me to do this deed VVilst others sits and sings make not my heart to bleed Not so then said the cook fair Lady pardon me VVho can this trespass brook committed thus by thee My Lord your Father shall the matter understand For false I will not be neither for house nor land Then from the Lady's face fell down the tears amain She was in wofull case and thus she made her moan Ah my own dear Love little know'st thou my grief Great sorrows must we prove hope yielding no relief Her Father in a spleen lock'd up his Daughter bright And sent forth armed men to take this worthy Knight VVho then was judg'd to be quite banish'd from the land Never his Love to see so strict was the command And at the sessions next after the Knight was gone To his Daughter full of woe they brought a ●anged man VVhose head was smitten off the Maiden's truth to prove Quoth her Father VVanton Dam● now take thee here thy Love Her tears fell down amain when this sight she did sée And sorely did complain of Father's cruelty His body she did wash with tears that she did shed An hundree times she kist his body being dead Alas my Love she said dear hast thou paid for me Would God in heaven's bliss my soul were onw with thée But whilst that I do live a vow I here do make Seven years to live unwed for my true Lover's sake Her Father hearing this was grieved inwardly He pardon'd her amiss and prais'd her con●●ancy And to this courteous Knight her Father did her wed God grant the like suc●ess where perfect love is breed FINIS