%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A New Ballad, shewing how a Prince of England, loved the Kings/ Daughter of France, and how the Prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards/ Married to A Forrester. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/01/2008 20244

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1.514-515 R234210 1 Crimson Velvet Crimson Velvet Crimson Velvet IN the day of Old/ when fair France did flourish, IN this great distress,/ quoth this Royal Lady, Uneven inking: IN the day of Old / when fair [F]r[an]ce . . . ; woodcut caption: HENRY THE 3 KING OF FRANCE AND POLE Pepys 1.514-515 Wing N572[B] Woodblock 1: below title, above column 1: Oval bust of a bearded man wearing a laurel wreath and dressed in a classical Roman style. A caption around the edge of the cut reads: HENRY THE 3 KING OF FRANCE AND POLE: 69 x 55 Woodblock 2: below title, above column 3: Woodcut dark and unclear. Possibly a woman, standing in profile?: 53 x 40 Woodblock 3: below title, above column 4: A mounted knight, bearing a shield and lance, rides towards the left of the cut. His horse, dressed in rich trappings and caparison, rears. He wears some sort of armor, helmet, and surcoat, and tall boots with spurs. Plants are visible in the background.: 72 x 68 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 514 A New Ballad, shewing how a Prince of England, loved the Kings/ Daughter of France, and how the Prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards/ Married to A Forrester. A New Ballad, shewing how a Prince of England, loved the Kings Daughter of France, and how the Prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards Married to A Forrester. A New Ballad, Shewing How a Prince of England, Loved the King's Daughter of France, and How the Prince Was Disasterously Slain, and How the Aforesaid Princess Was Afterwards Married to a Forrester. The Second Part, The Second Part, The Second Part, single sheet oblong folio, pasted across 2 pages, 257 x 326 cropped bottom edge, uneven inking 1684-1686 Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray and T. Passinger. J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 5/1/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America A Small Promiscuous Supplement class love marriage royalty violence Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 05/01/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata added, xml created 04/26/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription 12/13/2006 Checker Catherine Zusky checked transcription 02/18/2005 Transcriber Dolly Smith original transcription 07/29/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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IN the day of Old when fair France did flourish, Stories plainly told, Lovers felt annoy; The King a Daughter had, beautious, fair, and lovely, Which made her Father glad, she was his only joy: A Prince of England came, Whose deeds did merit Fame, he woo'd her long, and loe at last, Look what he did require, She granted his desire, their hearts in one were linked fast. Which when her Father proved, Lord how he was moved, and tormented in his mind, He souuht for to prevent them, And to discontent them, fortune crossed overs kind. When these Princes twain, were thus bar'd of pleasure, Through the Kings disdain, which their joys withstood, The Lady lockt up close, her jewles and her treasure, Having no remorse of state and Royal blood: In homely poor array, She went from Court away, to meet her love and hearts delight: Who in a Forrest great, Had taken up his seat, to wait her comming in the night; But loe what sudden danger, To this Princely stranger, chanced as he sat alone; By out-laws he was robbed, And with poniard stabbed, uttering many a dying groan.
The Princes armed by him, and by true desire, Wandring all that night, without dread at all: Still unknown she past, in her strange attire, Comming at the last, within Ecchoes call, You fair Wood, quoth she, Honoured may you be, harbouring my hearts delight, Which doth incompass here, My joy and only dear, my trusty friend and comely Knight. Sweet I come unto thee, Sweet I come to woe thee, that thou mayst not angry be, For my long delaying, And thy courteous staying, amends for all Ile make to thee. Passing thus alone, through the silent Forrest, Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear, Where she heard a man to lament the forest, Chance that ever came, forc'd by deadly strife. Farewel, my dear, quoth he, Whom I shall never see, for why my life is at an end, For thy sweet sake I dye, Through Villains cruelty, to shew I am a faithful friend: Here lye I a bleeding, While my thoughts are feeding, on the rarest beauty found: O hard hap that may be, Little knows my Lady, my heart blood lies on the ground.
With that he gave a groan, that did break assunder All the tender strings of his gentle heart: She who knew his voice, at his tale did wonder, All her former joys did to grief convert. Straight she ran to see, who this man should be, That so like her love did speak, and found when as she came, Her lovely Lord lay slain, smear'd in blood, which life did break Which when that she espyed, Lord how sore she cryed, her sorrows could not counted be; Her eyes like Fountains running, While she cry'd out my darling, would God that I had dy'd for thee. His pale lips alas, twenty times she kissed, And his face did wash with her brinish tears. Every bleeding wound, her fair face bedewed, Wiping off the blood, with her golden hair. Speak my love (quoth he) Speak fair Prince [t]o me, one sweet word of Comfort give, Lift up thy fair eyes, Listen to my cries, think in what great grief I live: All in vain she sued, All in vain she wooed, the Princes life was fled and gone: There stood she still mourning, Till the Suns approaching, and bright day was comming on
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IN this great distress, quoth this Royal Lady, Who can now express, what will become of me? To my Fathers Court never will I wander, But some service seek, where I may placed be, Whilst she thus made her moan, Weeping all alone, in this deep and deadly fear: A Forrester all in green, Most comely to be seen, ranging the wood did find her there, Round beset with sorrow, Maid (quoth he) good morrow, what hard hap hath brought you here? Harder hap did never Chance to a Maiden ever, here lies slain my brother dear. Where might I be plac'd, gentle Forrester tell me: Where might I procure, a service in my need? Pains will I not spare, but will do my duty, Ease me of my care, help my extream need. The Forrester all amazed, On her beauty gazed, till his heart was set on fire: If fair Maid (quoth he) You will go with me, you shall have your hearts desire. He brought her to his Mother And above all other, he set forth this Maidens praise, Long was his heart inflamed, At length her love he gained, so fortune did his glory raise.
Thus unknown he matcht, with the Kings fair daughter, Children seven he had, e're she to him was known. But when he understood she was a Royal Princess, By this me[a]ns at last he shewed f[o]rth her fame: He cloath'd his children [t]h[e]n Not like to other men, in party colours strange to see The right side cloth of gold, The left side to behold, of woolen cloath still framed he: Men thereat did wonder Golden Fame did thunder this strange deed [in] every place: The King of France came thither, Being pleasant weather, in these Woods the Hart to Chase. The children there did stand as their Mother willed Where the Royal King must of force come by Their Mother richly clad in fair Crimson Velvet Their Father all in Gray, most comely to the Eye When this famous King, Noting every thing, did ask how he durst be so bold, To let his Wife to wear, And deck his Children there, in costly Robes of Pearl and Gold; The Forrester bold replyed, And the cause descryed: and to the King he thus did say: Well may they by their mother, Were rich cloa[t]hs with other, being by birth a princess gay: The King upon these words more heedfully beheld them: Till a crimson blush, his conceit did cross: The more I look (quoth he) upon thy Wife and children, The more I call to mind, my daughter whom I lost. I am that child (quoth she) Falling on her knee, pardon me my Soveraign Liege: The King perceiving this, His daughter dear did kiss, till joyful tears did stop his speech: With his train he turned, And with her sojourned, straight he dub'd her husband Knight He made him Earl of Flanders, One of his chief Commanders, thus was their sorrow put to flight.
Printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray and T, Passinger.