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XXII.

THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE.

This beautiful old ballad most probably took its rise from one of those descents made on the Spanish coasts in the time of queen Elizabeth : in all likelihood from that which is celebrated in the foregning ballad.

Printed from an ancient black letter copy, corrected in part by the Editor's

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How she wooed an English man?
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Decked with jewels she had on.
Of a comely countenance and grace was Me,
And by birth and parentage of high degree.

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As his prisoner there he kept her,

In his hands her life did lye ;
Cupid's band did tye them fafter

By the liking of an eye.
In his courteous company was all her joy,
To favour him in any thing she was not coy.

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But at last there came commandment

For to set the ladies free,
With their jewels still adorned,

None to do them inju y.
Then said this lady mild, Full woe is me,
O let me still sustain this kind captivity!

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Gallant captain, shew fome pity

To a ladye in distresse;
Leave me not within this city,

For to dye in heavinesse:
Thou hast set this present day my body free,
But
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heart in prison still remains with thee.

« How should'st thou, fair lady, love me,

Whom thou knows thy countrys foe ? Thy fair wordes make me suspect thee :

“ Serpents lie where flowers grow." All the harm I wishe to thee, most courteous knight, God grant the same upon my head may fully light. 30

Blessed be the time and season,

That you came on Spanish ground; If you may our foes be termed, Gentle foes we have you

found : With our city, you have won our hearts each one, Then to your country bear away, that is your own.

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My chains and jewels every one shall be thy own,

“ Rest you stil, mot gallant lady ;

Reft you still, and weep no more ; Of fair lovers there are plenty,

Spain doth yield you wonderous store.” Spaniards fraught with jealousy we oft do find, But English men throughout the world are counted kind. Leave me not unto a Spaniard,

Thou alone enjoyst my heart; I am lovely, young and tender,

45 Love is likewise my desert; Still to serve thee day and night my mind is prest; The wife of every English man is counted bleft. “ It would be a shame, fair lady, For to bear a woman hence ;

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Any such without offence."
I'll quickly change myself, if it be so,
And like a page will follow thee, where'er thou go,
“I have neither gold nor silver

55 To maintain thee in this case, And to travel is great charges,

As know in every place.” Andeke "ten thousand pounds in geld tha: lies unknown,

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« On the seas are many dangers,

Many storms do there arise,
Which will be to ladies dreadful,

And force tears from watery eyes."
Well in troth I Mall endure extremity,
For I could find in heart to lose my life for thee.

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• Courteous ladye, leave this fancy,

Here comes all that breeds the strife;
I in England have already

A sweet woman to my wife ;
I will not falfify my vow for gold nor gain,
Nor yet for all the faireit dames that live in Spain.”

O how happy is that woman

That enjoys so true a friend ! Many happy days God send her ;

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suit I make an end : On my knees I pardon crave for my offence, Which did from love and true affection first commence.

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Commend me to thy lovely lady,

Bear to her this chain of gold;
And these bracelets for a token;

Grieving that I was so bold :
All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee,
For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me.

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I will spend my days in prayer.

Love and all his laws defye ;
In a nunnery will I shrowd mee,

Far from any companye :
But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this,
To

pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.

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Thus farewell, most gallant captain !

Farewell too my heart's content !
Count not Spanish ladies wanton,

Though to thee my love was bent :
Joy and true prosperity goe still with thee !
The like fall ever to thy share, most fair ladìe.

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XXIII.

ARGENTILE AND CURAN,

- Is extracted from an ancient hißorical poem in XIII Books, intitled ALBION'S ENGLAND by WILLIAM WarNER : “ An author, (Jays a former editor) only wahamy in " the choice of his subject, and measure of bis verse. His

poem is an epitome of the British history, and written with great learning, Jense, and spirit. In some places fine

to an extraordinary degree, as I think will eminently as pear " in the ensuing episode [of Argentile and Cuean). A tale

full of beautiful incidents, in the romantic taste, extremely affecting, rich in ornament, wonderfully various in file;

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