The second part of the merchants Daughter of Bristol.  
To the tune of the Maidens joy..  

WElcome sweet Maudlin from the sea,  
where bitter storms & cruel tempests did arise:  
The pleasant banks of Italy,  
We may behold with joyful eyes.   

Thanks gentle master than quoth she,  
A faithful friend in all my sorrows thou hast been  
If fortune once doth smile on me,  
My thankful heart shall well be seen.   

Blessed be the land that feeds my Love,  
Blessed be that place whereas he doth abide,  
No travel will I stick to prove:  
Whereby my good will may be tried.   

Now will I walk with joyful heart,  
to view the town whereas my darling doth remain  
And seek him out in every part,  
Until I do his sight attain.   

And I quoth he will not forsake,  
Sweet M. in all her journeys up and down  
In wealth and woe thy part I'll take,  
And bring thee safe to Padua town.   

And after many weary steps,  
In Padua they safe arrived at the last,  
For very joy her heart it leaps,  
She thinks not on her perils past.   

But now alas behold the luck,  
Her own true love in woeful prison doth she find,  
Which did her heart in pieces pluck,  
And grieved her gentle mind.   

Condemned he was to die alas,  
Except he would his faith and his religion turn:  
But rather than he would go to mass,  
In fiery flames he vowed to burn.   

Now doth fair Maudlin weep and wail  
her joy is changed to weeping sorrow grief & care  
but nothing can her plaints prevail,  
For death alone must be his share.   

She walks under the prison walls,  
where her true love doth lie and languish in distress  
Most woefully for food he calls,  
When hunger did his heart oppress.   

He sighs and sobs and makes great moan  
farewell said he sweet England now for ever more  
and all my friends 't have me known  
In Bristol town with wealth and store.   

But most of all farewell quoth he,  
My own true love sweet M. whom I left behind  
For never more I shall thee see,  
Woe to thy father most unkind.   

How well were I if thou wast here  
with thy fair handsto close up both these wretched eyes  
My torments easy would appear,  
My soul with joy should scale the skies.   

When M. heard her lovers moan,  
her eyes with tears, her heart with sorrow filled was,  
To speak with him no means was known  
Such grievous _____ on him did pass.   

Then cast she off her Lady's attire,  
A maiden's weed upon her back she seemly set  
To the judges house she did inquire,  
And there she did a service get.   

She did her duty there so well,  
And eke so prudently herself she did behave  
With her in love her master fell,  
His servants favour he doth crave.   

Maudlin quoth he my heart's delight,  
To whom my heart in firm affections tie,  
breed not my death through thy despite,  
A faithful friend I will be tried.   

Grant me thy love fair maid quoth he,  
and at my hands desire what thou canst devise,  
And I will grant it unto thee,  
Whereby thy credit may arise.   

O sir she said how blessed am I,  
With such a kind and gentle master for to meet,  
I will not your request deny,  
So you will grant what I do seek,   

I have a brother sir she said,  
For his religion is now condemned to die  
In loathsome prison he is laid,  
Oppressed with care and misery.   

Grant me my brother's life she said,  
And to you my love and liking ● will give  
That may not be quoth he fair maid,  
Except he turn he may not live.   

An English Friar there is she said,  
Of learning great, and of a passing pure life  
Let him be to my brother sent,  
And he will finish soon the strife.   

Her master granted this request,  
The mariner in Friar's weed she doth array  
And to her love that lay distressed,  
She doth a letter straightway convey.   

When he had read her gentle lines,  
His heavy heart was ravished with inward joy  
Where now she was full well he finds  
The friar likewise was not coy.   

But did declare to him at large,  
the enterprise his love for him had taken in hand  
The youngman did the friar charge,  
His love should strait depart the land.   

Here is no place for her he said,  
but woeful death and danger of her harmless life,  
Professing truth I was betrayed,  
And freareful flames must end our strife.   

For ere I will my faith deny,  
And swear myself to follow damned antichrist,  
I'll yield my body for to die,  
To live in heaven with the highest.   

O sir the gentle friar said,  
For your sweet love, recant and save your wished life  
A woeful match quoth he is made,  
Where Christ is lost to win a wife.   

When she had wrought all means she might  
to save her friend & that she saw it would not be  
Then of the judge she claimed her right  
To die the death as well as he.   

For look what faith he doth profess,  
in that same faith be sure that I will live & die  
Then ease us both in our distress,  
Let us not live in misery.   

When no persuasion would prevail,  
Nor change her mind in any thing that she had said  
she was with him condemned to die  
And for them both one fire made.   

And arm in arm most joyfully,  
these lovers twain unto the fire than did go  
The mariners most faithfully,  
Were likewise partners of their woe.   

But when the judges understood,  
the faithful friendship in them all that did remain  
They saved their lives, and afterward,  
To England sent them home again.   

Now was their sorrows turned to joy,  
and faithful lovers had now their hearts desire  
their pains so well they did employ,  
God granted what they did require.   

And when they were in England come,  
And to merry Bristol arrived at the last,  
Great joy there was of all and some,  
that heard the dangers they had past.   

Her father he was dead God wot,  
And eke her mother was joyful of her sight  
their wishes she denied not,  
But wedded them with heart's delight.   

Her gentle master she desired,  
to be her father, & at church to give her then  
It was fulfilled as she required,  
Unto the joy of all good men.   
FINIS   

Printed at London for William Blackwall.