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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 18 -->
<HEAD>A mo&s;t &s;weet Song of an Engli&s;h Merchant born <HI>Chichester.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To an Excellent new Tune.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>A Rich Marchant-man</L>
<L>that was both grave and wi&s;e</L>
<L>Did kill a man at <HI>Embden</HI> Town,</L>
<L>through quarrels that did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>Through quarrels that did ri&s;e,</L>
<L>the <HI>German</HI> being dead;</L>
<L>And for that fact t<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e Merchant-man,</L>
<L>was judg'd to lo&s;e his head.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>it rules both heart and mind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is no comfort in this world,</HI></L>
<L><HI>to women that are kind.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Scaffold builded was,</L>
<L>within the Market place,</L>
<L>And all the people far and n&eacute;er</L>
<L>did thither flock apace:</L>
<L>Did thither flock apace,</L>
<L>this doleful &s;ight to &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Who all in Velvet black as jet,</L>
<L>unto the place came he:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Bare-headed was he brought,</L>
<L>his hands were bound before,</L>
<L>A Cambrick Ruff about his neck,</L>
<L>as white as milk he wore,</L>
<L>His Stockings were of &s;ilk,</L>
<L>as fine as fine might be,</L>
<L>Of per&s;on and of countenance,</L>
<L>a proper man was he;</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When he was mounted up,</L>
<L>upon the Scaffold high,</L>
<L>All women &s;aid great pitty it was,</L>
<L>&s;o &s;w&eacute;et a men &s;hould dye:</L>
<L>The Merchants of the Town,</L>
<L>from death to &s;et him fr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Did proffer there a thou&s;and pound,</L>
<L>but yet all would not be:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Pri&s;oner hereupon</L>
<L>began to &s;peak his mind:</L>
<L>(Quoth he) I have de&s;erved death</L>
<L>in con&s;cience I do find:</L>
<L>Yet &s;ore again&s;t my will,</L>
<L>this man I kill'd (quoth he)</L>
<L>As Chri&s;t doth know, which of my &s;oul,</L>
<L>mu&s;t only Saviour be.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With heart I do repent,</L>
<L>this mo&s;t unhappy d&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>And for his wife and Children &s;mall,</L>
<L>my very heart doth bl&eacute;ed:</L>
<L>The d&eacute;ed is done and pa&s;t,</L>
<L>my hope of life is vain,</L>
<L>And yet the lo&s;s of this my life,</L>
<L>to them is little gain.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vnto the Widdow poor,</L>
<L>and to the babes therefore,</L>
<L>I give a hundred pound a piece,</L>
<L>their comforts to re&s;tore:</L>
<L>De&s;iring at their hands,</L>
<L>no one reque&s;t but this,</L>
<L>They will &s;peaks well of <HI>Engli&s;hmen</HI></L>
<L>though I have done ani&s;&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This was no &s;ooner done,</L>
<L>but that to &s;tint the &s;trife,</L>
<L>Four goodly Maids did <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">roffer him,</L>
<L>for love to &s;ave his li<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">e:</L>
<L>This is our law (quoth they)</L>
<L>we may your death remove,</L>
<L>So you in lieu of our good will,</L>
<L>will grant to us your love:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Brave <HI>Engli&s;h-man</HI> (quoth one)</L>
<L>'tis I will beg thy life;</L>
<L>Nay, quoth the &s;econd it is I,</L>
<L>&s;o I may be thy wife:</L>
<L>'Tis I the third did &s;ay;</L>
<L>nay, quoth the fourth, 'tis I,</L>
<L>So each one after other &s;aid,</L>
<L>&s;till waiting his reply;</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing is love, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The Second Part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>FAir Maidens every one,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e and &s;ay,</L>
<L>That each of you well worthy is,</L>
<L>to be a Lady gay:</L>
<L>And I unworthy far,</L>
<L>the wor&s;t of you to have,</L>
<L>though you have preffered willingly,</L>
<L>my loathed life to &s;ave:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing is love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>it rules both heart and mind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is no comfort in his world,</HI></L>
<L><HI>to women that are kind.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then take a thou&s;and thanks,</L>
<L>of me a dying men,</L>
<L>But &s;peak no more of love nor life,</L>
<L>for why my life is gone:</L>
<L>To Chri&s;t my &s;oul I give,</L>
<L>my body unto death:</L>
<L>For none of you my heart can have,</L>
<L>&s;ith I mu&s;t loo&s;e my breath:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fair Maids lament no more,</L>
<L>your Country Law is &s;uch,</L>
<L>It takes but hold upon my life,</L>
<L>my goods it cannot touch:</L>
<L>Within one Che&s;t I have,</L>
<L>in gold a thou&s;and pound,</L>
<L>I give it equal to you all,</L>
<L>for love that I have found.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now dear friends farewel,</L>
<L>&s;w&eacute;et <HI>England</HI> now adieu,</L>
<L>And <HI>Chiche&s;ter</HI> where I was born,</L>
<L>where fir&s;t this breath I drew:</L>
<L>And now thou man of death,</L>
<L>unto thy Weapon &s;tand;</L>
<L>Oh nay, another Dam&s;el &s;aid;</L>
<L>&s;w&eacute;et Head&s;-man hold thy hand.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now hear a Maidens plaint,</L>
<L>brave <HI>Engli&s;h-man</HI> (quoth &s;he)</L>
<L>And grant me love for love again,</L>
<L>that craves but love of th&eacute;e:</L>
<L>I wooe and &s;ue for love,</L>
<L>that have been woo'd e'r this:</L>
<L>Then grant me love, &amp; there withal,</L>
<L>&s;he proffered him a ki&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le dye within thy arms,</L>
<L>if thou wilt dye (quoth &s;he)</L>
<L>Yet live or dye &s;w&eacute;et <HI>Engli&s;h-man,</HI></L>
<L>I'le live and dye with thee:</L>
<L>But can it be (quoth he)</L>
<L>that thou do&s;t love me &s;o:</L>
<L>'Tis not by long acquaintance &s;ir,</L>
<L>whereby true love doth grow:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then beg my life (quoth he)</L>
<L>and I will be thy own:</L>
<L>If I &s;hould &s;&eacute;ek the world for love,</L>
<L>more love cannot be &s;hown:</L>
<L>The people at that word,</L>
<L>did give a joyful cry,</L>
<L>And &s;aid great pitty it had b&eacute;en,</L>
<L>&s;o &s;w&eacute;et a man &s;hould dye;</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I go my love &s;he &s;aid:</L>
<L>I run, I flye for th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>And gentle heads-man &s;pare a while</L>
<L>my Lovers head for me:</L>
<L>Vnto the Duke &s;he went,</L>
<L>who did her grief remove,</L>
<L>And with an hundred Maidens more</L>
<L>&s;he went to fetch her love:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With mu&s;ick &s;ounding &s;w&eacute;et,</L>
<L>the foremo&s;t of that train,</L>
<L>The gallant Maiden like a Bride,</L>
<L>did fetch him back again;</L>
<L>Yea, hand in hand they went</L>
<L>unto the Church that day,</L>
<L>And they were Married pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>in &s;umptuons rich array:</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To <HI>England</HI> came he then,</L>
<L>with this his lady Bride,</L>
<L>A fairer women never lay</L>
<L>by any Merchants &s;ide:</L>
<L>Where I mu&s;t leave them now</L>
<L>in plea&s;ure and delight,</L>
<L>But of their names &amp; dwelling place</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not here recite.</L>
<L><HI>A &s;weet thing is love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>it rules both heart and mind, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>F. Coles, T. Vere,</HI> and <HI>J. Wright.</HI></HI></P>
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