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330 the merchant's daughter. |
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In teares she spent this dolefull night,
Wishing (though naked) with her faithfull friend:
She blames her friends, and fortune's spight,
That wrought their loves such lucklesse end. *>
And in her heart shee made a vow
Cleane to forsake her country and her kinsfolkes all,
And for to follow her true love,
To bide all chance that might befall.
The night is gone, and the day is come, «
And in the morning very early shee did rise : She gets her downe in a lower roome, Where sundrie seamen she espies.
A gallant master amongst them all,
(The master of a faire and goodlie ship was he) a>
Who there stood waiting in the hall,
To speake with her father, if it might be.
She kindly takes him by the hand:
" Good sir," said shee, " would you speake with any
heere ?" Quoth he, " Faire maid, therefore I stand : " «>
" Then, gentle sir, I pray you draw neere."
Into a pleasant parlour by,
With hand in hand she brings the seaman all alone;
Sighing to him most piteously,
She thus to him did make her moane. eo
Shee falls upon her tender knee:
" Good sir," she said, " now pittie you a woman's woe,
And prove a faithfull friend to me,
That I my griefe to you may shew." |
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