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Author Topic: Late Medieval [Bon]  (Read 424 times)

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Offline CeciliaTopic starter

Late Medieval [Bon]
« on: February 10, 2009, 07:02:19 PM »

I've always loved the original lyrics to Greensleeves, and am hoping to find a role-play that somehow incorporates the general feeling and, perhaps tempo, of the song.  I'm not necessarily wanting to play a story that uses this as a plot outline, but certainly am thinking of the time period and the melancholy feel of it.

I would like to play the female for this one.  So read the lyrics and then PM me with your proposal!

(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.)

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.

Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.


I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.


If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.


My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.


Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.


Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.


Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.