Penny Dreadfuls, 1602 · page 62 of 400
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# Page Description This is a page of running verse narrative from *Albions England*, Chapter 9 (page 38). The text recounts a tragic love story: a woman visits a male prisoner in chains, whom she once opposed but now loves. She secures his release by pledging her lands, life, and love to him. However, once freed and enriched, he abandons her, seeking her overthrow through foreign allies. The passage concludes with the wronged woman weeping, her tears falling as she grieves his betrayal. The verse employs period language and elaborate metaphors typical of early modern English poetry.
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4 ay ee oer per: | 28 % pi | a Bur(cacus Jo€ this sas sal a Tragedisal: SOIR na Af — Now Loues,not Launces came in vie the man thatlon the day, |. Andliesin Chaines leftherin cares,her Conqueft was his pray. | Fulloften did the blame her felfe for louing him her Foe,) : — Burofiner thought fhe it more blame notto haue erred fo, _ Thus whom in Campe the loathed late, in chaines fhe loued now, _ And thoughthim fure,becaufe fo fare. To Princes prifoners bow, : « ) Thinks fhe: and wate hing fitting time; vnto the Prifon went, — Where at the dore of fuch his Lodge a many teares the {pent, » Butentring when her eyes beheldthe Image of her hart, 2A _ Toher ftill peereleffe though his bands had:altred him in part, .2' vf | | She cafting downe her bafhfalleyes {tood fenceles then a {paceyp Dts’ —. Yeatwhat hertongueleffe loue adiornd was extant in her face: be ys _ And now the Goaler left to her the Prifoner and the place. Then cheering carefull Doracdes,let it fuffice¢quoth fhe) That I repent me ofthy bands and frankly fet thee free: And let that Grace grace-outthe reft(for moreremaines behind Then,being (aid, may decent {eeme to fuch as faults will find) My felfe,my Land,my Loue,my life,and all what fo is mine Pofleffe : yet louejand faue my life,thatnow haué faued thine, | Then fownes She at his fullen feete,thae yet: abodein thrall: bich toauoidshe faintly rubs his Liuer on his gall : And with his hand snot with his heart,did reare ber Ginkia 8 downe, And faining to approue her Choife jad) promifé of the Crowne, Butneither Crowne,nor Countrtes carejnor She(worth all the reft), Nor grace,vor dutie reconcile whomenuie had pofleft: No fooner was he gor at large,and wealth fupplid his lack, | Bathe tofeeke her ouerthrow to forren aids did pack, | : _ Demaund nothowthe wronged Queane dilgeftedfuch herwrong, AA Butaske if fhe,the tidings tolde,to hearethearlivd folong,. | > Sheliu’din deede,yet {owned oft: and fowning ouerpaft, et | A _ From her miftempered head fhe teates her louely Trefles fall, hay — ~ Bnd beareth on her luorie breits and cafts heron the ground, — | ihe And ie Comic sae <SiGOM)