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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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ILL you hear a Spanish lady,
How she wooed an English man?
As his prisoner there he kept her,
In his hands her life did lye ;
By the liking of an eye.
But at last there came commandment
For to set the ladies free,
None to do them inju y.
Gallant captain, shew fome pity
To a ladye in distresse;
For to dye in heavinesse:
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.
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 ;
50 English soldiers never carry
Any such without offence."
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,
« On the seas are many dangers,
Many storms do there arise,
And force tears from watery eyes."
• Courteous ladye, leave this fancy,
Here comes all that breeds the strife;
A sweet woman to my wife ;
O how happy is that woman
That enjoys so true a friend ! Many happy days God send her ;
75 Of my
suit I make an end : On my knees I pardon crave for my offence, Which did from love and true affection first commence.
Commend me to thy lovely lady,
Bear to her this chain of gold;
Grieving that I was so bold :
I will spend my days in prayer.
Love and all his laws defye ;
Far from any companye :
pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.
Thus farewell, most gallant captain !
Farewell too my heart's content !
Though to thee my love was bent :
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;