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the merchant's daughter. 329 |
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The young man now, perceiving well
He could not get nor win the favour of her friends, w
The force of sorrow to expell
To view strange countreys hee intends.
And now, to take his last farewell Of his true love, his faire and constant Maudlen, With musicke sweete that did excell is
Hee plaies under her window then.
" Farewell," quoth he, " mine owne true love, Farewell, my deare, and chiefest treasure of my heart! Through fortune's spight, that false did prove, I am inforc'd from thee to part, 20
" Into the land of Italy:
There wil I waile, and weary out my dayes in wo;
Seeing my true love is kept from mee,
I hold my life a mortal fo.
" Faire Bristow towne, therefore, adieu, 23
For Padua shall bee my habitation now; Although my love doth lodge in thee, To whom alone my heart I vow."
With trickling teares this hee did sing, With sighs and sobs descending from his heart full sore: Hee said, when he his hands did wring, si
" Farewell, sweet love, for evermore !"
Fair Maudlin, from a window high Beholding her true love with musicke where hee stood, But not a word she durst reply, as
Fearing her parents angry mood. |
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