HANDBOUND
AT THE
UNIVERSITY OF
TORONTO PRESS
A BOOK OF
ROXBURGHE BALLADS,
EDITED BY
JOHN PAYNE COLLIER, ESQ.
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LONDON:
LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS,
PATERNOSTER ROW.
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PR
TO
THOMAS AMYOT, ESQ. F.R.S
TREAS. S.A.
In Teftimony of long Friendjhip and fencer e
Efteem,
this work is dedicated by
THE EDITOR.
Introduction.
HE main purpofe of the enfuing collection
is to (hew, in their moft genuine ftate,
the character and quality of productions,
written expreffly for the amufement of
the lower orders, in the reigns of Elizabeth, James,
and Charles. Our volume confifts of fuch ordinary
materials as formed the flock of the Englifh ballad-
finger during a period not far fhort of a century.
Many traces will be found in them of the modes in
which they were rendered acceptable to the crowd,
when fung in our moft frequented thoroughfares.
It would, therefore, be manifeftly unfair to judge of
them by the ftandard ufually applied to the higher
clafles of poetry, although poetry of no inferior defcrip-
tion will occafionally be found in them : nor are their
merits to be meafured by the eafier procefs of com-
parifon with well known works, in fome refpeCts fimi-
lar. The volumes of Percy and Ritfon are compofed
of mixed fpecimens : fometimes, it is true, they were
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addreffed to general auditors, but they are often the
compofitions of writers in the fuperior grades of life,
and were intended for the gratification of more refined
fociety. Our aflemblage of popular poetry has no
precedent : it is different from any other production
of the kind hitherto publifhed ; and, as in its fubftance
it is peculiar, we have made its form and appearance
correfpond with its fubftance.
We have obtained by far the greater number of our
ballads from what has been long known as the Rox-
burghe Collection, confiding of three large volumes
in folio, and embracing nearly a thoufand broadfides in
black letter.* Some of thefe are repetitions of the
* It was commenced by Harley, Earl of Oxford, and was aug
mented by Weft and Pearfon, but efpecially by the Duke of Rox-
burghe, at whofe fale 'it was bought for the late Mr. Bright. For
many years he kept the volumes out of fight ; but they, as well as a
manufcript collection of Miracle-plays (the pofleffion of which he alfo
for fome reafon concealed) were neceffarily brought to light at his death.
The ballads were judicioufly fecured by the authorities of the Britifh
Mufeum, but they were unfuccefsful bidders for the Miracle-plays : the
latter circumftance is the more to be regretted, becaufe this feries of
inedited Scriptural Dramas has devolved into the hands of fome party
who has again plunged it into darknefs, and will not allow any ufe
to be made of it : 8 x1vj(T/£ aXKu. %pvj<r/£ was the excellent motto of one
of the old pofTeflbrs of the collection ufually known as the Coventry
Plays (printed for the Shakefpeare Society in 1841), and it was in-
fcribed by him in the volume. The prefent owner of the York Plays
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fame production by different printers ; a few, from
their nature and fubjeft, are unfit for republication,
and others, from their general worthleflhefs, do not
merit it. The whole are now placed in the Britifh
Mufeum, where they are acceffible, and where means
of collation are afforded : the tranfcripts we have
employed were made before the originals were pur-
chafed for their laft owner, but there is no inftance in
which our copies have not fince been compared. Other
fources have been reforted to, although fparingly, and
feveral of the moft ancient and interefting ballads have
been derived from the editor's portfolio.
On the rarity of all it is fuperfluous to enlarge : in
many, if not in moft, inftances the broadfides are
unique : no duplicates of them are to be met with in
public or private libraries ; and it is eafy to account
for this circumftance, if we reflect that they were fel-
dom printed in a form calculated for prefervation.
Thomas Deloney and Richard Johnfon were almoft
the only ballad- writers, of that age, who fubfequently
brought together their fcattered broadfides in fmall
volumes,* while hundreds of fimilar pieces by other
(for in that city, we believe, they were performed previous to
formation) ought to reverfe the motto, and write in his volume g ^pv
«AA« x7v5<r/£* Time may yet ftand our friend.
* Deloney, in his " Strange Hiftories," 1607, and " Garland-
the Re-
<r/£
of
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popular authors were allowed to perifli. The more
generally acceptable a ballad became, the more it was
handed about for perufal or performance, and the more
it was expofed to the danger of deftrudtion .
The confequence has been, that very few ballads, as
they came from the hands of thofe who may be called
our elder printers, have defcended to our day ; and
many of the beft in our volume would have been
irretrievably loft, but that the conftant demand for
them induced typographers of the reigns of James and
Charles, in particular, to republifh them. The year,
whether of impreffion or re-impreffion, is very rarely
given on the broadfide; but it is ufually known between
what dates the printers, whofe names are appended,
carried on bufinefs, and from thence we are generally
able to form a judgment as to the age of productions,
of their prefles. The times when reprinted ballads
were firft compofed and iiTued muft often be matter
of mere conjecture, depending much upon internal evi-
Good-will," (publifhed before 1596) and Johnfon, in his " Crown
Garland of Golden Rofes," 1612. Some new particulars regarding
Deloney are to be found in " Memoirs of the Principal Actors in the
Plays of Shakefpeare," printed by the Shakefpeare Society, pp. xxviii.
no, 193. Richard Johnfon began writing early, for he was not born
until 1573, (as appears by the Regifter of St. Giles, Cripplegate, a
point in his hiftory not hitherto afcertained,) and he publifhed his firft
work in 1592.
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dence, and even this is rendered more uncertain by inter
polations, not unfrequently made, in order that the
work fhould be more welcome to auditors of the period
of republication. In our brief preface to each feparate
piece we have, among other points, endeavoured, as
far as poffible, to affift the reader in fettling the date
of its earlieft appearance ; but in not a few cafes it has
been a tafk of extreme doubt and difficulty, and we can
hardly flatter ourfelves that in many inftances we have
entirely fucceeded. The beft we could now and then
accomplish was to make an approximation; and our
volume contains frequent proofs of the changes ballads
underwent, with a view to adapt them to circum-
ftances of comparatively recent occurrence. We will
afford one inftance in point, and leave the reft to the
difcovery of the reader, with fuch help as we may have
elfewhere afforded.
In the Roxburghe volumes, from which, as already
ftated, we have fo largely drawn, are two copies of a
fingular and amufmg ballad with the title of " Mock-
beggar's Hall : " both appear to belong to about the
period of the Civil Wars ; but one copy is evidently
anterior to the other, and the older of the two (that of
which we have availed ourfelves on p. 49) muft have
been publiflied before the final clofing of the theatres by
the puritans in 1648. The author is fpeaking of the
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increafe of expenfe and luxury, and laughing at thofe
who, aping their richer neighbours, were not content
to pafs through the ftreets in anything but a coach,
although they could afford to keep no other fervant
than a man to drive it : he fays,
" They are not able two men to keep,
With a coachman they muft content be,
Which at Playhoufe door in's box lies afleep,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty."
When thefe lines were written, and originally pub-
lifhed, the play-houfes were open, and many auditors
were driven to them in coaches; but when the later copy
of the fame ballad was printed, the theatres had been
fhut up by authority, and, as any allufion to thefe places
of amufement and inftrudtion might be unpalatable
to the rulers of the ftate, and as the cuftom of going
to play-houfes in coaches was neceflarily at an end,
the paffage was thus altered :
" They are not able two men to keep,
With a coachman they muft content be,
Which at Goldfmith's Hall door in's box lies afleep,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty."
It would be eafy to multiply examples to the fame
effedt, but it is the lefs neceffary here, becaufe we have
adverted to fome of them in the preliminary matter,
explanatory of circumftances connected with each
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ballad. This information we have rendered as com
plete as our limits would permit.*
We have made no attempt to arrange the enfuing
fpecimens according to date : in but few inftances,
as already remarked, could we have felt fufficient con
fidence, as to the precife period of compofition or pub
lication, to enable us to fpeak at all decifively ; and
the fubje&s are fo varied, that to have placed them in
any order dependent upon character and defign would
have been clearly impoffible. The comic and fatirical,
in point of number, much prevail over the ferious and
legendary ; and it might reafonably be expected, that
productions intended to be popular would generally
rather aim at exciting laughter than tears : fome of
them are highly humorous, and, no doubt, a great
deal of drollery was frequently difplayed by ftreet-per-
formers in finging them.
It is not neceffary, on this occafion, to enter into
the origin, or ancient hiftory, of ballad-writing and
ballad-finging in England : we have very few ballads,
* The reader muft be prepared for irregularities of metre, not
merely becaufe the writers fometimes trufted to the finger and the tune,
to correct and reconcile faults of fyllabic conftru&ion, but becaufe
it not unfrequently happened that corruptions were introduced in the
procefs of reprinting ballads, which marred the meafure of the original
author. What we have juft quoted is an inftance in point, as regards
a change in the metre, as well as in the meaning.
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Introdu&ion.
in our prefent fenfe of the word, of an earlier date
than the reign of Edward VI.* We know, indeed,
that they muft have been fung about the town and
country before the Reformation; and in 1537 a man
of the name of John Hogon was arrefted for amufing
the people in various places by a political ballad : he
had offended againft the proclamation of 1533, which
was iffued to fupprefs " fond books, ballads, rhimes,
and other lewd . treatifes in the Engliih tongue." f
Ten years afterwards it was deemed neceffary to pafs
an aft of parliament in order, among other things, to
put a flop to the circulation of "printed ballads, plays,
rhimes, fongs and other fantafies;" fo that the mul
tiplication of them by the prefs was then confidered an
evil requiring the intervention of the legiflature, al-
* Ritfon is probably correft in ftating, that " the oldeft printed
ballad known to be extant, is that on the downfall of Thomas Lord
Cromwell in 1540, reprinted by Dr. Percy." — Ancient Songs , I. xcviii.
f Collier's Shakefpeare, I. cclxxxviii. The only words of Hogon's
fong preferved are thefe, and we quote them as a literary curiofity.
u The hunt is up, the hunt is up, &c.
The Mailers of Arte and Do£tours of dyvynyte
Have brought this realme out of good unyte.
Thre nobyll men have take this to ftay,
My Lord of Norffolk, Lorde of Surrey,
And my Lorde of Shrewfbyrry :
The Duke of Suffolk myght have made Inglond mery."
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though only a fingle broadfide of about that date has
been handed down to us.
Ballads feem to have multiplied after Edward VI.
came to the throne, and two or three of thefe have been
preferved, and are in clofe cuftody in the cabinets of the
curious:* no new proclamation was iflued, nor ftatute
paHed, on the fubjedt while Edward continued to reign ;
but in lefs than a month after Mary became Queen,
me publifhed an edict againft " books, ballads, rhymes,
and treatifes," which me complained had been " fet
out by printers and ftationers, of an evil zeal for lucre,
and covetous of vile gain." There is little doubt, from
* A manufcript drama of great peculiarity of conftru6Hon, and bear
ing date in the laft year of the reign of Edward VI. contains the firft
lines of feveral fongs afligned to the characters : the words were not in-
ferted at length, becaufe (as was often the cafe afterwards) they were fo
popular, and well known to the finger, that it was only deemed nece^
fary to iignify them. They are highly curious relics : one of them
begins, " Bring ye to me, and I to thee ; " another, " Hey noney,
noney, houghe for money ; " a third, " The mercy of God j " and
a fourth,
" Haye, haye, haie, haie !
I wilbe merie while I maie."
None of thefe have come down to us in a printed ftate, although
doubtlefs in print at the time they were fung. The original manufcript
play is entitled " Refpublica," and is in the library of Hudfon Gurney,
Efq. to whom the editor was feveral years ago obliged for the op
portunity of copying it.
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the few pieces remaining, that it was in a confiderable
degree effectual for the end in view.
No fuch reftraint was deemed neceflary when Eliza
beth fucceeded her fifter, and the confequence was an
increafe of ballads and ballad-fingers : then it was that
fome productions of the kind, which had been pre-
ferved in manufcript, were printed, and new additions
were made to the popular flock. Robert Langham,
who wrote his " Letter from Kenilworth" in the
autumn of 1575, has left behind him in it a goodly
lift of works of romance and drollery then in circula
tion, including a bundle of ballads, "fair wrapped up
in parchment and bound with a whipcord : " thefe he
tells us were " all ancient," meaning perhaps to refer
to a date when fuch publications had been forbidden.
He fupplies fome of the titles ; * and others are enu
merated by one of the characters in the old interlude
by W. Wager, "The longer thou liveft the more
Fool thou art," printed without date, but after Lang-
* We give them in Langham's peculiar and conceited fpelling :—
u What fhoold I rehearz heer what a bunch of Ballets and fongs, all
auncient ? Az Broom broom on hill — So wo iz me begon — Troly lo
— Ouer a whinny Meg — Hey ding a ding — Bony lafs vpon a green
— My bony on gaue me a bek — By a bank az I lay ; and a hundred
more he hath, fair wrapt vp in Parchment, and bound with a whip
cord." — Collier's Eridgewater Catalogue^ privately printed for the Earl
of Ellefmere, 4to, 1837, p. 164.
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ham's trad:.-)- Few of thefe have furvived, and until
not far from the clofe of the reign of Elizabeth, broad-
f It will be feen that two of the ballads mentioned by Wager are the
fame as thofe given by Langham, which affords evidence of their popu
larity at the time they wrote. The following is affigned to Moros, the
Vice of the play, who enters finging.
" Brome, Brome, on hill,
The gentle Brome on hill, hill ;
Brome, Brome, on Hiue hill,
The gentle Brome on Hiue hill,
The Brome ftandes on Hiue hill a.
Robin, lend me thy bo we, thy bowe ;
Robin the bow, Robin lende to me thy bow a.
There was a Mayde come out of Kent,
Deintie loue, deintie loue !
There was a mayde cam out of Kent
Daungerous be [fhe] :
There was a mayde cam out of Kent,
Fayre, propre, fmall and gent,
And euer vpon the ground went,
For fo fhould it be.
By a banke as I lay, I lay,
Mufmge on things paft, hey how !
Tom a lin and his wife, and his wiues mother,
They went ouer a bridge, all three together :
The bridge was broken and they fell in ;
The Deuill go with all, quoth Tom a lin.
Martin Swart and his man, fodledum, fodledum j
Martin Swart and his man, fodledum bell.
Come ouer the boorne, Befle,
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fides cannot be faid .to have been at all numerous.
Philip Stubbes, writing his "Anatomy of Abufes" in
1583, objects to the " minftrels and muficians" who
infefted town and country, and inveighs violently
againft the«fongs, filthy ballads and fcurvy rhymes/'
which they vended to the populace. Coming down
to a later date, we have the authority of Chettle's
" Kind Heart's Dream," 1 592, for the fa<3 that " many
a tradefman, of a worfhipful trade," brought up ap
prentices to " finging brokery," and foon trufted them
"with a dozen groatfworth of ballads/' About this
period, and fomewhat earlier, it was that Elderton,
Munday, Deloney, Johnfon and feveral others flou-
rifhed, and kept the metropolis, as well as the provinces,
fully fupplied with ballad literature.*
My little pretie Befle,
Come ouer the boorne, Befle, to me."
Rift. Engl. Dram. Poetry and the Stage^ ii. 333.
* Chettle's evidence is decifive as to the number of ballad-fingers in
his day : " I am given to underftand that there be a company of idle
youths, loathing honeft labour, and defpifmg lawfull trades, betake them
to a vagrant and vicious life, in every corner of cities and market-
townes of the realme, finging and felling ballads," &c. He feverely cen-
fures the character and tendency of thefe productions, and efpecially
points out " Watkin's Ale," « The Carman's Whittle," " Chopping
Knives," " Friar Foxtail," and "The Friar and the Nun."— Kind
Heart's Dream^ 1592. Thomas Nafh in his humorous tracts men
tions " Watkin's Ale," and feveral other ballads extremely popular be-
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Matters continued without much alteration during
the reign of James I., excepting that particular printers
were then licenfed to publifh broadfides and other
pieces, occupying only one fide of paper, of courfe
including ballads : they granted alignments to others
for flipulated fums, and the " worfliipful trades" of
ballad-making, ballad-felling, and ballad-fmging, had
certainly never been more flourifhing.*
About the middle of the reign of Charles I. fome
new writers of this clafs made their appearance, the
fore the end of Elizabeth's reign. Henry Bold, more than half a century
afterwards, fpeaks of ancient tunes ftill " fung to Barber's Citterns," viz.
" The Lady's Fall," " John come kifs me now," " Green Sleeves
and Pudding Pies," "The Punk's Delight," " The Winning of Bul-
logne," and " Effex's laft Good-night."— Latin Songs and their Eng-
lljh Words.
* To about this period we may refer the enumeration of ballads in
Fletcher's " Monfieur Thomas," Act. in. Sc. 3. A Fiddler is there
introduce, who informs the hero that he can fmg the following : " The
Duke of Norfolk — the merry ballad of Dives and Lazarus — the Rofe
of England — In Crete when Dedimus firft began — Jonas his Crying-
out againft Coventry — Maudlin the Merchant's Daughter — the Devil
—Ye dainty Dames — the Landing of the Spaniards at Bow, with the
bloody Battle of Mile-end." — Dycis Beaumont and Fletcher , vii. p.
364. To thefe we may fubjoin the titles of fome ballads mentioned by
Samuel Rowlands, in his " Crew of kind Goffips," &c. 1613. They
are, " Miftrefs, will you do," " My man Thomas did me promife,"
" The Pinnace rigg'd with filken faile," " Pretty Birds," " The Gar
den Nightingale," " I'll tie my Mare in thy ground," and " Befs for
Abufes." See alfo his " 'Tis merry when Goffips meet," 1602.
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principal of whom was Martin Parker, who induftri-
oufly availed himfelf of every opportunity for putting
his pen to paper : he was fubfequently affifted by
another prolific poet of the fame defcription, named
Lawrence Price, while Wade, Climfell, Guy, &c.
were not by any means flow in their contributions.
Thus, we have many more broadfides belonging to
the forty years immediately preceding the Reftora-
tion, than have come down to us during the whole pre
vious period from the Reformation. Among them
are to be included not a few reprints of older ballads,
of which only the re-impreffions are now extant :
they were, no doubt, fcarce when their republication
was undertaken by the printers, bookfellers, and fta-
tioners, who carried on a profitable bufinefs from about
1620 to 1660.
An imperfect attempt to put a fudden termination
to dramatic performances was made in 1642, and
carried into execution in 1648 : theatres remained fhut
(with a few inftances of difobedience) until the return
of Charles II. During this interval the writers and
printers of ballads (which were flill iffued as black-
letter broadfides) feem to have reaped an unufually
abundant harveft; for in proportion as the people
were deprived of one fpecies of amufement they evi
dently required another. We know that many of
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thefe productions were of a political complexion ; and
although none fuch have reached our day, it is not
unlikely that fome ballads were fatirically directed
againft the parties who had been prominent, or inftru-
mental, in putting an end to theatrical reprefenta-
tions. The a<ft for fuppreffing the ftage was iflued in
the Spring, and in the Autumn of 1648 the Provoft
Marfhal was directed and empowered " to feize upon
all ballad-fingers, fellers of malignant pamphlets, and
to fend them to the feveral militias, and to fupprefs
ftage-plays."* This exhibition of arbitrary power does
not feem to have been by any means effectual as re
gards ballad-fingers, and judging from the numerous
broadfides of the time, whether reprints of older pro-
du&ions, or entirely new compofitions, the prefs, after
the theatres were put down, may be faid to have teemed
with ballads, and the ftreets to have been filled with
itinerant muficians, who, in a remarkable trad: of the
time, are humoroufly called " the running ftationers
of London." -f-
* Whitelocke's Memorials, p. 337.
f " Knaves are no honeft Men, or More Knaves yet, &c. compofed
by I. L.," without name of printer, or date. The author's words are,
" Marry, they fay that the running ftationers of London, I mean fuch
as ufe to fmg ballads, and thofe that cry malignant pamphlets in the
ftreets have all laid their heads together," &c.
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Had not the public eagerly encouraged this fpecies
of performance, of courfe, fo many ballads would not
have been published ; but, recollecting the comparative
value of money, the price of a broadfide could hardly
have been within the reach of the pooreft claffes. We
may perhaps calculate, that during the Protectorate
money was worth at leaft twice as much as at prefent,
yet we find that then (and earlier, when money was far
more fcarce) the coft of a ballad was a penny. Of this
fad feveral diftind: proofs are contained in our volume,
for on p. 41 the finger tells his auditors,
" Nor would I have a fcold
one penny here beftow,
But honeft men and wives
buy thefe before you goe : "
and on p. 151 we read as follows :
" And thus you now have heard the praife
of Nothing, worth a penny,
Which, as I ftand to fmg here now,
I hope will yeeld me many."
Such it appears had been the charge, as it were by
prefcription, for many years : Nicholas Breton, in
his " Pafquil's Madcap," 1600, had advifed " profe
writers " to change their occupation, in confequence of
the greater fuccefs of the authors of " penny bal-
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lads."* At that period money was four or five times
lefs abundant than with us : a quarto play, fuch as
"Much ado about Nothing," (printed in 1600) was
then fold for fixpence ; a fmall tract or poem for four-
pence ; a chap-book, in 8vo. for two-pence, and a
broadfide ballad for one penny. It was not long after
the Reftoration that ballads fo degenerated, in quality
and eftimation, that they were faleable at only half the
fum they had produced from the reign of Elizabeth
downwards. The theatres, as every body knows, were
then once more in adtive operation.
We have already faid fomething of the general fide
lity with which we have adhered to the old copies :
* His lines are thefe :
" Goe, tell the poets that their periling rimes
Begin apace to grow out of requeft,
While wanton humours in thefe idle times
Can make of love but as a laughing jeft :
And tell profe-writers, ftories are fo ftale
That penny ballads make a better fale."
No man put the town to the teft, as regards both verfe and profe,
more frequently and perfeveringly than Breton ; but we are not aware
of any ballad, properly fo called, of his competition, unlefs we may
aflign to him one on p. 254 of our volume. He was a very popular
pamphleteer, and, as the parifh regifters fhew, lived very near Trun
dle, the ballad-bookfeller, where feveral of his children were born and
buried : this is not the place for inferting extracts from them, but
they form entirely new points in his biography.
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we have carried this fo far, that we have not only
obferved the orthography of our originals, but even
their mifprints, if they were not mere literal errors,
if the miftakes in a manner corrected themfelves, or
did not materially interfere with the fenfe.* Our
objeft has been to prefent the compofitions, as nearly
as our typography would allow, in their earlieft fhape,
even to the difufe of many capital letters at the com
mencement of lines. This practice, with our old
printers, arofe out of the facl: that lines, often divided
into two, were in truth only one, the feparation having
been made for the convenience of the page : we felecT:
a fmgle illuftration from p. 250, where we read,
* We take a fpecimen, almoft at random, from one of the very few
broadfides we have inferted, which are not in the ftri&eft fenfe of the
word ballads : it occurs on p. 56.
" So likewife pride in London now
Doeth floriftie in fuche goodly forte,
That they invent which waie and how
Thereby augmented it might be."
In every other ftanza the fecond and fourth lines rhyme, and here
we may be pretty fure that the fecond line ought to end " in goodly
'gree," in order that it might correfpond with "be" in the fourth line.
As, however, " forte" perfectly well fuits the fenfe of the pafTage, we
have not difturbed the old text. This poem (which is by one of the
poets we have for the firft time introduced to the knowledge of the |
reader) alfo appeared in 8vo. in the fame year as the broadfide, 1573. j
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" While married men doe lie
with worldly cares oppreft,
Wee batchelors can flecpe,
and fweetly take our reft/'
which, in the author's manufcript, we may fuppofe,
flood thus :
" While married men doe lie with worldly cares oppreft,
Wee batchelors can fleepe, and fweetly take our reft.
Even when the fhort lines rhymed alternately, the old
typographers frequently rejected capitals, perhaps be-
caufe, being in a fmall way of bufinefs, they had not
fufficient letter for their purpofe. We have accompanied
the ballads by fac-fimiles of fuch wood-cuts as ufed to
be prefixed to the old broadfides themfelves ; the main
difference being, that we have transferred to the end what
was formerly invitingly placed at the beginning. Moft
of thofe we have adopted were repeatedly employed by
the printers of broadfides, who feldom cared whether
an ornament of the kind were or were not appropriate
to the fubjedt of the ballad, as long as it was likely to
attract attention.
In this refpect we have ufually been fomewhat more
obfervant than they were : a ballad-printer was in the
habit of buying up old wood-cuts, which had been en
graved for any other works, and of applying them to his
own purpofes. Difregarding their age, rudenefs, and
XXVI
Introduction.
condition, we have made a feledion of fuch as were
moft charafteriftic, or interesting on account of their
reference to notorious perfonages : thus on p. 54 will
be found a reprefentation of the celebrated Richard
Tarlton, whofe popular portrait was often employed,
and who, befides being a famous aftor, was himfelf
a ballad-writer. On p. 120 is a wood-cut of the old
poet John Gower, apparelled as he was exhibited on
the ftage in Shakefpeare's " Pericles," and as he is feen
on the title-page of the novel of 1608, founded upon
that play.* On p. 134 is a full length of that great
profe-fatirift Thomas Nam, in fetters, as he figures in
one of Gabriel Harvey's trafts againft him ; and ano
ther reprefentation of Nam, as a ghoft, is inferted on
p. 263. Gabriel Harvey, his antagonist, is found on
p. 201, probably from Nafh's own drawing in his
"Have with you to Saffron Walden," 1596. Will
Kemp, the comic performer in fome of Shakefpeare's
* For the title and a full account of this very remarkable volume fee
" Farther Particulars regarding Shakefpeare and his Works," 8vo. 1839.
It was fold by auction among Mr. Heber's books, as if it were the ftory
of which our great dramatift had availed himfelf; but it was much
more curious, becaufe it was founded upon the play, not the play upon
it, and becaufe it contains various pafTages, reduced to profe, which
were no doubt acted, but are not in any of the printed copies of " Peri
cles." Much illuftrative matter, connected with the progrefs of the
plot, is alfo fupplied by the novel.
Introduction.
dramas, will be feen dancing his Morris to Norwich
on p. 216, from the title-page of his "Nine Day's
Wonder," 1600: and the notorious Robert Greene,
the pamphleteer and dramatift, is depicted writing in
his winding fheet on p. 303.*
Other amufing reprefentations, in the courfe of our
volume, had alfo been previoufly employed for various
productions ; and in looking at them, it is always to
be borne in mind that, as accurate imitations of the
originals, they give a perfect notion of the for.t of
ornaments required by the ballad-buying public for
more than half a century before the death of Charles I.
The wood-cut of Robin Goodfellow, on p. 41, had
been employed in a pamphlet devoted to his " mad
merry pranks," published, perhaps, before Shakefpeare
wrote for the ftage : the man and his dog on p. 59,
belongs to the firft edition of Dekker's " Belman
of London," printed in 1608 : the Pyramus and
Thifbe, on p. 96, is a foreign produftion, but adorns
the title-page of R. Wolfe's " Pierce Ploughman's
* This is from the tide-page of a rare tra& called " Greene in
Conceipt, new raifed from his Grave to write the Tragique Hif-
torie of faire Valeria of London," &c. 4to. 1598. It is the only re-
femblance (if indeed fuch it may be termed) of that remarkable man,
who died juft as Shakefpeare was faft rifing into popularity, and who
left behind him the earlieft allufion to his name and fame.
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XXV111
Introduction.
Creed," as early as 1553 : the wife man of Gotham,
hedging in the cuckoo, on p. 126, is from an old im-
preflion of Andrew Horde's celebrated collection of
Tales : the Watchman on p. 152, is one of a curious
fet of the " Cries of London," publifhed in the reign
of James I. : the Conjuror fwallowing the ferpent is
contained in an ancient and droll account of Bar
tholomew Fair : the gentleman and countryman con-
verfing, on p. 231, firft appeared in Robert Greene's
"Quip for an Upftart Courtier," 1592 : the Tinker,
on p. 286, was a favourite and frequent decoration
of ballads during nearly the whole period our volume
embraces ; and Sir Bevis, attended by his Squire,
on p. 297, is evidently older, but was ufed in the ro
mance relating to that hero, printed by W. Stanfby
before Charles I. came to the crown.
Were it worth while, we might go into much
farther detail refpecting the fources whence we have
obtained our illuftrations : among them are only three
which do not form the head -pieces of old ballads,
or are not derived from chap-books and tracts of an
early date, fubfequently employed by printers of broad-
fides of an ephemeral character and temporary in-
tereft. Two of thefe will be noticed on pp. 220 and
311, in a different and fuperior ftyle of defign, while
the third concludes the prefent introduction : it was
Introduction.
cut from a fpirited fketch by no lefs an artift than Inigo
Jones, as the reprefentation of an Englim ballad-
finger about twentyyears after the death of Shakefpeare,
and it is fo defcribed in his own hand-writing upon
the original drawing. The editor was permitted to copy
it by favour of the Duke of Devonmire, to whom, as
on many former occafions, he begs leave to tender his
grateful acknowledgments.
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CONTENTS.
I.
Page
EATH'S Dance i
To the Tune of " Oh, no, no, no, not yet."
The World's Sweetheart 7
To the Tune of " The Beggar Boy."
Chriftmas' Lamentation 12
To the Tune of " Now the Spring is come."
The Gentleman in Thracia -. . 17
To the Tune of" Chevy Chafe."
Ragged and Torn and True 26
To the Tune of" Old Simon the King."
The Complaint of King James 31
Written by Ulpian Fulwell.
The Devil and the Scold 35
To the Tune of " The Seminary Prieft."
The Lamentation of Friendfhip 42
Written by Thomas Churchyard.
Mock-Beggar's Hall 49
To the Tune of " It is not your Northern Nanny."
A Larum Bell for London 55
Written by John Carre.
The Bride's Goodmorrow 60
To a pleafant new Tune.
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Contents.
The Soldier's Repentance ............
To the Tune of " Calino."
The Widow of Watling Street ........ *WV«
To the Tunes of « Bragandary," and " The Wanton Wife.
Page
*
Cupid's Courtefie .............
To a moft pleafant Northern Tune.
My Wife will be my Mafter ..... ...... 85
To the Tune of " A Tailor is no Man."
..... 9°
..... 79
..... 104
116
The Conftancy of True Love
To the Tune of " Down by a Foreft."
Few Words are beft
To the Tune of " I'll tell you but fo."
The Merchant's Daughter of Briftol
To the Tune of " The Maiden's Joy."
My Pretty Little One
To a pleafant new Tune.
The Devil driven away by Women . .
To the Tune of " Death's Dance."
The Lamentation of England
By W. M., to the Tune of " Weep, weep."
Be Merry Friends
By John Heywood, to a new Tune.
Epitaph on Bifhop Jewell .
Written by William Elderton.
The Father's Admonition *43
To the Tune of " Grim King of Ghofts."
The Praife of Nothing H7
To the Tune of " Though I have but a mark a year."
The Norfolk Farmer's Journey to London ... -'153
To the Tune of " The Spanifti Pavin."
Conftance of Cleveland . 163
To the Tune of " Crimfon Velvet."
121
127
135
139
Contents.
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Page
The Song of the Caps '.-* 172
To the Tune of " The Shaking of the Sheets."
Sack for my Money * . 177
To the Tune of " Wet and Weary."
The Brave Englifh Gipfey V. 183
To the Tune of " The Spanish Gipfey."
The Subftance of all the late intended Treafons . .... .189
Written by Thomas Nelfon.
The Bull's Feather 197
To a very pleafant new Tune.
The Weft Country Damfel's Complaint 202
To the Tune of " Johnny Armftrong."
The Common Cries of London 207
By W. Turner, to the Tune of " Watton Town's End."
The Two Valentines ..',-. i. . 217
To the Tune " Did you fee Nan to-day."
The Great Booby ..'. :. ^ . V 221
To the Tune of " Sellenger's Round."
The Tragedy of Hero and Leander 227
To the Tune of " I will never love thee more."
The Royal Recreation of Jovial Anglers 232
To the Tune of " Amarillis."
Keep a good Tongue in your Head 237
By Martin Parker, to the Tune of " The Milk Maids."
The Milk-maid's Life *...'.* 243
By M. Parker, to the Tune of " The Milk Maid's Dumps."
The Bachelor's Feaft 249
By Lawrence Price, to the Tune of " With a hie dill do dill."
The Mifer and the Prodigal 254
To the Tune of " To drive the cold Winter away."
Wit's never good till 'tis Bought 264
To the Tune of " Bafle's Career."
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Page
A Caveat for Cutpurfes . . . . 271
To the Tune of " Packington's Pound."
The Houfeholder's New-year's Gift . 276
To the Tune of" Where is my true Love."
The Time's Abufes .............. 281
To the Tune of " Over and Under."
The Lover's Complaint 287
To a pleafant new Tune.
The Coach's Overthrow 291
To the Tune of " Old King Harry."
The Bad Hufband turn'd thrifty . . .298
By John Wade, to the Tune of " Hey ho, my Honey."
The Pedlar's Lamentation 304
To the Tune of " My Life and my Death."
Poor Robin's Dream 308
To the Tune of " A Game at Cards."
God fpeed the Plough and Blefs the Corn-mow 312
To the Tune of " I am the Duke of Norfolk."
The Merry Man's Refolution . . 317
By L. Price, to the Tune of " The Highlanders new Rant."
Well Matched at laft .323
To the Tune of " I know what I know."
Death's uncontrolable Summons 328
To the Tune of " My bleeding Heart."
BALLADS.
Death's Dance.
To befung to a pleafant new Tune called^ " Oh no no no not yet,
or The Meddow Brow."
[It is, perhaps, not now poflible to arrive at any greater certainty
refpe&ing the age of this moral and fatirical ballad, than that it muft
have been written fome time after the opening of the Royal Exchange
in 1570, that building being mentioned, in the third ftanza, as the com
mon refort of merchants. Henry GofTon, for whom the copy we have
ufed was printed, was a bookfeller in the reign of James I. and after
wards ; but we may reafonably believe that " Death's Dance" was
originally publifhed before the year 1580 : J. Awdeley had licenfe to
print a " Daunce and Song of Death" as early as 1568, but it could
not be this ballad, which feems to have been unknown to Mr. Douce,
when he prepared his learned volume on the defigns imputed to Macaber
and Holbein. There are feveral ballads to the popular tune of u the
Shaking of the Sheet, or the Dance of Death" (See Chappells " Nat.
Engl. Airs" ii. 121.) but the prefent is entirely a different production.]
F Death would come to fhew his face
as he dare fhow his powre,
And fit at many a rich mans place
both every day and houre,
He would amaze them every one
to fee him ftanding there,
And wifh that foone he would be gone
from all their dwellings faire.
B
Death's Dance.
Or if that Death would take the paines
to goe to the water fide,
Where merchants purchafe golden gaines
to pranke them up in pride,
And bid them thinke upon the poore,
or elfe, " He fee you foone,"
There would be given them at their doore
good almes both night and noone.
Or walke into the Roy all-Exchange
when every man is there,
No doubt, his comming would be ftrange
to put them all in feare,
How they do worldly buy and fell,
to make their markets good ;
Their dealings all would profper well,
if fo the matter flood.
Or if Death would take the paine
to go to Pauls one day,
To talke with fuch as there remaine
to walke, and not to pray ;
Of life they would take lafting leafe,
though nere fo great a fine :
What is not that but fome would give
to fet them up a mrine ?
If Death would go to Weftminfter
to walke about the Hall,
Death's Dance.
And make himfelfe a counfellor
in pleas amongft them all,
I thinke the Court of Confcience
would have a great regard,
When Death mould come with diligence
to have their matters heard.
For Death hath been a Checker-man
not many yeares agoe ;
And he is fuch a one as can
beftow his checking fo,
That never a clarke within the Hall
can argue fo his cafe,
But Death can overrule them all
in every court and place.
If Death would keepe a tipling houfe
where royfters do refort,
And take the cup and drinke carowfe
when they are in their fport ;
And briefly fay, " My mailers all,
why ftand you idle here ?
I bring to you Saint Giles his bowle,"
'twould put them all in feare.
If Death would make a ftep to dance
where lufty gallants be,
Or take dice and throw a chance
when he doth gamefters fee ;
Death's Dance.
deftroyed.
And fay, " My matters, have at all,
I warrant it will be mine,"
They would in amazement fall
to fet him any coyne.
If Death would goffip now and then
amongft the crabbed wives,
That taunt and raile at their good men
to make them weary lives,
It would amaze them, I might fay,
fo fpightfully to boaft,
That they will beare the fwing and fway,
and overrule the roaft.
If Death but quarterly would come
amongft the landlords crue,
And take account of every fum
that rifes more then due,
As well of income as of fine,
above the old fet rent,
They would let leafes without coyne,
for feare they fhould be fhent.
If Death would take his dayly courfe
where tradefmen fell their ware,
His welcome, fure, would be more worfe
then thofe of monyes bare :
It would affright them for to fee
his leane and hollow lookes,
Death's Dance.
If Death would fay, " Come, mow to me
my reckoning in your bookes."
If Death would thorow the markets trace
where Confcience uf 'd to dwell,
And take but there a huckfter's place,
he might do wondrous well :
High prizes would abated be,
And nothing found too deare ;
When Death fhould call, " Come, buy of me,"
'twould put them all in feare.
If Death would prove a gentleman,
and come to court our dames,
And do the beft of all he can
to blazon forth their names ;
Yet fhould he little welcomes have
Amongft fo fayre a crew
That daily go fo fine and brave,
when they his face do view.
Or if he would but walke about
our city fuburbs round,
There would be given, out of doubt,
full many a golden pound
To fpare our wanton female crew,
and give them longer day ;
But Death will grant no leafes new,
but take them all away.
Death's Dance.
For Death hath promifed to come,
and come he will indeede :
Therefore I warne you, all and fome,
beware and take good heede ;
For what you do, or what you be,
hee's fure to find and know you :
Though he be blind, and cannot fee,
in earth he will beftow you.
FINIS.
The
World's Sweet-heart.
To the tune of" The Beggar Boy."
[Richard Barnfield firft publifhed his poem " The Encomion of
Lady Pecunia" in 1598, (again in 1605) and fhe is mentioned by the
fame name in the following ballad, which touches humoroufly upon
topics Barnfield had treated more ferioufly. The copy we have followed
was cc Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, at the figne of the
Horfhoo in Smithfield" about the year 1630 ; but it moft likely made
its original appearance before 1600. The following couplet is added
to the old title, preceding the information of the tune to which the
ballad was to be fung: —
" Whereby is (hewed, that Miftris Money
Is the world's Sweet-heart and Honey."
There is we believe, a copy in the Pepyfian Library at Cambridge, of
a later date and without thefe lines.]
WEET Miftris Money, I here will declare
thy beauty, which every one adoreth,
The lofty gallant and beggar fo bare
fomehelp and comfort from theeimplor-
For thou art become the World's Sweet-heart, [eth ;
while every one doth make thee their honey,
And loath they are from thee to depart,
fo well they doe love fweet Miftris Money.
8 The World's Sweet-heart.
Money is that which all men obey,
the wealthy rich mifer doteth upon it,
He puts her to trading until fuch a day,
and is very careful in parting from it :
It joyes him to fee a great heap of wealth,
and Lady Pecunia is his deare honey,
While he is content for to ftarve himfelfe,
even for the love of Miftris Money.
The Citty of London doth take great care
to gaine her favour by fome new fafhion,
And for her fake they will give you fuch ware,
as there is not better in any nation :
For every one's heart is now fet upon her,
and me is become their onely deare honey ;
Wherever me goes her fteps they doe honour,
fo well they doe love fweet Miftris Money.
Though Money's complexion be very white,
yet I doe thinke there was never yet any
Could equall her beauty which is fo bright,
fo that me hath friends and lovers many :
Each one will lend her a helping hand
to carry abroad their deareft honey,
And they will be ready at her command,
even for the love of Miftris Money.
Your country men to the market will goe
with corne, and fuch other like provifion,
The World's Sweet-heart.
And to procure Money fometimes, you do know,
they will fell it off upon any condition :
To cure their hearts of forrow and care
the favour of coyne is as fweete as honey,
And they are glad to fell off their ware,
even for the love of Miflris Money.
The fhepheard, that lyeth abroad in the field
and never careth for wind or weather,
Doth hope that his fheepe fome profit will yeeld,
which makes him to keepe them all together ;
For he will fit on the fide of a rock,
or elfe lye upon a greene banke that is funny,
And there he will keepe his poore little flock,
even for the love of Miflris Money.
In city, in country, and every place
tis Money that is fo much refpected,
For me can never receive difgrace,
fince many devifes are flill projected
By thofe that feeke her favour to gaine,
and make her their onely delight and honey ;
For they will refufe no labour and paine,
in hope for to get Sweet Miflris Money.
I thinke the world fhall come to an end
before that Money mail be defpifed,
For in every corner me hath a clofe friend,
and by every one me is highly prifed.
io The World's Sweet-heart.
In every country, where ever you ride,
the favour of coyne is as fweete as the honey,
And all the inns on the roade doe provide
to entertaine fweete Miftris Money.
Now Cupid may lay by his quiver and bow,
whereby fometime love was procured,
Since now to marry they are very flow,
unlefle that a portion may be aflured ;
For that doth carry their fancy away,
fo that young men doe make it their honey,
And many a wedding, without all delay,
is made up for the love of Miftris Money.
Mark where you doe come, and you mall ftill find,
that for your Money you mall be attended :
My hoft and my hoftefle will be very kind ;
but when that your filver and coin is fpended,
Faith, then you may goe with much grief and woe,
becaufe you have parted from your deare honey ;
For that refpedt which to you they did mow
was for the love of Miftris Money.
At Rome the priefts doe make her a faint,
who cheat the people by fond delufion ;
And if that you no money doe want,
you mall for your fins have an abfolution :
Thus in forraine countries, where ever you goe,
this Mammon is counted their onely honey,
The World's Sweet-heart.
1 1
And unto you much kindnefle they'll fhow,
even for the love of Miftris Money.
The feaman likewife will travaile abroad,
in ftorms and in tempefts his heart ne're faileth,
Untill with commodities he be well ftor'd,
and then through the ocean he luftily faileth.
He cares not if that he meet with fome blowes,
for he fo efteemeth his deareft honey,
That he fpreadeth his fayls and away he goes,
and fome times he bringeth home gold and Money,
Thus all mens affections are equally bent
to Money, which maketh them full of mettle,
And when they doe want it they are difcontent,
becaufe their love on it they doe fettle :
Yet I would not have you to fet your heart
on worldly treafure, to make it your honey,
But to buy this ditty before you depart,
if that you doe love fweet Miftris Money.
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Chriftmas' Lamentation.
To the tune of" Now the Spring is come."
[This fingular ballad is unqueftionably as old as the reign of Eliza
beth : " yellow ftarch," which is mentioned, and would feem on fome
accounts to fix it in that of James I., was in fafhion fome time before the
death of his predeceflbr on the throne. It is a bold and ftriking re
proof of the decay of hofpitality, efpecially at Chriftmas, and we are
aware of no other production of precifely the fame kind and character.
The full title in the only copy known is, " Chriftmas' Lamentation for
the lofle of his acquaintance; fhowing how he is forft to leave the
Country, and come to London." It was " printed at London for F. C.
dwelling in the old Bayly," F. C. being Francis Coles, who publifhed
many broadfides of a comparatively late date, and various reprints of
much older ballads, among which laft the following is to be placed.]
HRISTMAS is my name, farre have I gone,
Have I gone, have I gone, have I gone,
without regard,
Whereas great men by flockes there be flowne,
There be flown, there be flown, there be flowne,
to London- ward ;
Where they in pomp and pleafure doe wafte
That which Chriftmas was wonted to feaft,
Welladay!
Chriftmas5 Lamentation. 13
Houfes where muficke was wont for to ring
Nothing but batts and howlets doe fing.
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay !
where fhould I flay ?
Chriftmas beefe and bread is turn'd into ftones,
Into ftones, into ftones, into ftones,
and filken rags ;
And Ladie Money fleepes and makes moanes,
And makes moanes, and makes moanes, and makes
in mifers bags : [moanes,
Houfes where pleafures once did abound,
Nought but a dogge and a fhepheard is found,
Welladay!
Places where Chriftmas revells did keepe
Are now become habitations for fheepe.
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay!
where fhould I ftay ?
Pan, the fhepheards god, doth deface,
Doth deface, doth deface, doth deface,
Lady Ceres crowne,
And tillage that doth goe to decay,
To decay, to decay, to decay :
in every towne,
Landlords their rents fo highly inhance,
That Pierce, the plow-man, bare foot may dance ;
Welladay !
I4. Chriftmas5 Lamentation.
And farmers, that Chriftmas would entertaine,
Have fcarce wherewith themfelves to maintaine.
Welladay! Welladay ! Welladay!
where fhould I ftay ?
Come to the country man, he will proteft,
Will proteft, will proteft, will proteft,
and of bull beefe bofte ;
And for the citizen he is fo hot,
Is fo hot, is fo hot, is fo hot,
he will burne the rofte.
The courtier he good deeds will not fcorne,
Nor will he fee poore Chriftmas forlorne :
Welladay !
Since none of thefe good deeds will doe,
Chriftmas had beft turn courtier too.
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay!
where fhould I ftay ?
«
Pride and luxury they doe devoure,
Doe devoure, doe devoure, doe devoure,
houfe-keeping quite ;
And beggery that doth beget,
Doth beget, doth beget, doth beget,
in many a knight.
Madam, forfooth, in her coach muft wheele,
Although me weare her hofe out at heele,
Welladay!
Chriftmas5 Lamentation.
And on her back weare that for a weed,
Which me and all my fellowes would feed.
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay!
where mould I flay ?
Since pride came up with the yellow ftarch,
Yellow ftarch, yellow ftarch, yellow ftarch,
poore folkes doe want,
And nothing the rich men will to them give,
To them give, to them give, to them give,
but doe them taunt ;
For Charity from the country is fled,
And in her place hath nought left but need ;
Welladay !
And corne is growne to fo high a price,
It makes poore men cry with weeping eyes.
Welladay! Welladay! Welladay! '
where mould I ftay ?
Briefely for to end, here I doe find,
I doe find, I doe find, I doe find,
fo great vacation,
That moft great houfes feem to attaine,
To attaine, to attaine, to attaine,
a ftrong purgation :
Where purging pills fuch effects they have mewed,
That forth of doores their owners have fpewed ;
Welladay !
i6
Chriftmas' Lamentation.
And whereas Chriftmas comes by and calls,
Nought but folitary and naked walls.
Welladay! Welladay ! Welladay!
where fhall I flay ?
Philemon's cottage was turn'd into gold,
Into gold, into gold, into gold,
for harbouring Jove :
Rich men their houfes for to keepe,
For to keepe, for to keepe, for to keepe,
might their greatnefle move ;
But in the city they fay they doe live,
Where gold by handfulls away they doe give
He away,
And thether therefore I purpofe to pafle,
Hoping at London to finde the golden affe.
He away, He away, He away,
for here's no ftay.
The
Gentleman in Thracia
To the tune of " Chevy Chace."
[This, like many others, is a ballad without date, but no doubt it was
written late in the fixteenth, or early in the feventeenth century : it has
no name nor initials at the end, but the ftyle, excepting that it is a little
too profaic, is very like that of Thomas Deloney, who was a prolific
ballad writer of that period. The romantic ftory may have been a mere
invention, or the author may have found it, as he ftates, in fome " an
cient chronicle." The full title of the broadfide is this, " A pleafant
Hiftory of a Gentleman in Thracia, which had foure Sonnes, and three
of them none of his own : (hewing how miraculoufly the true heire
came to enjoy his Inheritance." It was " Printed at London for H.
G." H. G. being of courfe Henry Goflbn, who, we may prefume,
was fome relation to the celebrated Stephen Goflbn, re&or of St. Bo-
tolph, Biftiopgate, the adjoining parim to that in which the bookfeller's
family feems at one time to have refided.]
N fearching ancient chronicles
it was my chance to finde
A ftory worth the writing out,
in my conceit and mind :
It is an admonition good
that children ought to have,
i)
i8
The Gentleman in Thracia.
With reverence for to thinke upon
their parents laid in grave.
In Thracia liv'd a gentleman
of noble" progeny,
Who rul'd his houfhold with great fame,
and true integrity :
This gentleman did take to wife
a neat and gallant dame,
Whofe outward mew and beauty bright
did many hearts inflame.
The lufter that came from her lookes,
her carriage and her grace,
Like beauteous Cynthia did outfhine
each lady in that place ;
And being puffed up in pride,
with eafe and jollity,
Her hufband could not her content,
me other men muft try.
Lafcivioufly long time me liv'd,
yet bore it cunningly ;
For (he had thofe that watch'd fo well,
that he could nought efpy :
With bribes and gifts me fo bewitch'd
the hearts of fome were neere,
That they concealed her wickednefle,
and kept it from her deare.
The Gentleman in Thracia.
Thus fpending of her time away
in extreme wantonnefle,
Her private friends, when me did pleafe,
unto her had accefle ;
But the all-feeing eye of heaven
fuch finnes will not conceale,
And by fome meanes at laft will he
the truth of all reveale.
Upon a time fore ficke fhe fell,
yea to the very death,
And her phylician told her plaine
(he muft refigne her breath :
Divines did like wife vifit her,
and holy counfell gave,
And bade her call upon the Lord,
that He her foule might fave.
Amongft the reft fhe did defire
they would her hufband bring :
I have a fecret to reveale
(fhe faid) my heart doth fting.
Then he came porting prefently
unto her where fhe lay,
And weeping then he did defire
what fhe to him would fay.
She did intreat that all might voyd
the roome, and he would ftay.
2O
The Gentleman in Thracia.
Your pardon, hufband, I befeech,
unto him me did fay,
For I have wrong'd your marriage bed
and plaid the wanton wife :
To you the truth I will reveale
ere I depart this life.
Foure hopefull fonnes you think you have,
To me it beft is knowne,
And three of them are none of yours ;
of foure but one's your owne,
And by your felfe on me begot,
which hath a wanton beene.
Thefe dying teares forgivenefle beg ;
let mercy then be feene.
This ftrooke her hufband in a dump,
his heart was almoft dead ;
But rouzing of his fpirits up
thefe words to her he faid.
I doe forgive thee with my heart,
fo thou the truth wilt tell
Which of the foure is my owne fonne,
and all things (hall be well.
O, pardon me, my hufband deare !
unto him fhe did fay,
They are my children every one :
and fo fhe went away.
The Gentleman in Thracia.
Away he goes with heavy heart ;
his griefes he did conceale
And like a wife and prudent man
to none did it reveale.
Not knowing which to be his owne,
each of his love did fhare,
And to be train'd in vertues paths
of them he had a care :
In learning great and gentle grace
they were brought up and taught ;
Such deare affection in the hearts
of parents God hath wrought.
They now were growne to mens eftates,
and liv'd moft gallantly ;
Each had his horfe, his hawke, his hound,
and did their manhood try.
The ancient man did joy thereat,
but yet he did not know
Which was his fonne amongft the foure ;
that bred in him much woe.
«
At length his glafle of life was run,
the fates doe fo decree ;
For poore and rich they all muft dye,
and death will take no fee.
Unto fome judges he did fend,
and counfell that were grave,
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The Gentleman in Thracia
Who prefently to him did come
to know what he would have.
They coming then to his beds fide,
unto them he did fay :
I know you all to be my friends,
moft faithfull every way ;
And now, before I leave the world,
I beg this at your hands,
To have a care which of my fonnes
{hall have my goods and lands.
And to them all he did relate
what things his wife had done.
There is but one amongft the foure
that is my native fonne ;
And to your judgement I commit,
when I am laid in grave,
Which is my fonne, and which is fit
my lands and goods to have.
He dying, they in councill fate
what beft were to be done,
For 'twas a tafke of great import
to judge which was his fonne.
The brothers like wife were at ft rife,
which fhould the living have,
When as the ancient man was dead,
and buried in his grave.
The Gentleman in Thracia. 23
The judges muft decide the caufe,
and thus they did decree,
The dead man's body up to take
and tye it to a tree :
A bow each brother he muft have,
and eke an arrow take,
To fhoot at their dead fathers corps,
as if he were a ftake.
And he whofe arrow neareft hit
his heart, as he did ftand,
They'd judge him for to be right heire,
and fit to have the land.
On this they all did ftraight agree,
And to the field they went :
Each had a man his {haft to beare,
and bow already bent.
Now (quoth the judges) try your fkill
upon your father there,
That we may quickly know who fhall
unto the land be heire.
The eldeft tooke his bow in hand,
and fhaft, where as he ftood,
Which pierc'd fo deep the dead mans breft,
that it did run with blood.
The fecond brother then muft fhoot,
who ftraight did take his aime,
24 The Gentleman in Thracia.
And with his arrow made a wound,
that blood came from the fame.
The third likewife muft try his fkill
the matter to decide,
Whofe fhaft did make a wound moft deep
into the dead man's fide.
Unto the fourth and youngeft, then,
a bow and fhaft were brought,
Who faid, D'ee thinke that ere my heart
could harbour fuch a thought,
To fhoot at my dear father's heart,
although that he be dead,
For all the kingdomes in the world
that farre and wide are fpread ?
And turning of him round about,
the teares ran downe amaine :
He flung his bow upon the ground,
and broke his fhaft in twaine.
The judges feeing his remorfe,
they then concluded all
He was the right ; the other three
they were unnaturall.
And fo he ftraight pofTeft the lands,
being made the heire of all,
The Gentleman in Thracia
And heaven by nature in this kind
unto his heart did call.
His brothers they did envy him,
but yet he need not care,
And of his wealth, in portions large,
unto them he did (hare.
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FINIS.
Ragged, and Torne, and True.
To the Tune of" Old Simon the King."
[This capital old ballad, we may conjecture from internal evidence,
was first publifhed while Elizabeth was ftill on the throne : the broad-
fide we have ufed was " Printed for the Affignes of Thomas Symcocke"
who in the reign of James I. had a patent for publications occupying
only " one fide" of paper or parchment (" Hift. Engl. Dram. Poetry
and the Stage," III. 383). Symcocke granted deputations to others,
and by one of his " afligns" the prefent impreflion of an older produc
tion was put forth.]
AM a poore man, God knowes,
and all my neighbours can tell,
I want both money and clothes,
and yet I live Wondrous well :
I have a contented mind,
and a heart to beare out all,
Though fortune (being unkind)
hath given me fubftance fmall.
Then hang up forrow and care,
it never mall make me rue ;
What though my backe goes bare,
I 'me ragged, and torne, and true.
I fcorne to live by the fhift,
or by any finifter dealing ;
He flatter no man for a gift,
nor will I get money by ftealing :
Ragged, and Torne, and True. 27
He be no knight of the poft
to fell my foule for a bribe,
Though all my fortunes be croft,
yet I fcorne the cheaters tribe.
Then hang up forrow and care,
it never fhall make me rue ;
What though my cloake be thred-bare,
Pme ragged, and torne, and true.
A boote of Spanifh leather
I have feene fet faft in the ftockes,
Expofed to wind and weather,
and foul reproach and mocks,
While I in my poore ragges
can pafle at liberty ftill :
O, fie on thefe brawling bragges,
when money is gotten fo ill !
O, fie on thefe pilfering knaves !
I fcorne to be of that crue,
They fteale to make themfelves brave ;
Pme ragged^ and torne, and true.
I have feene a gallant goe by
with all his wealth on his backe,
He look't as loftily
as one that did nothing lacke ;
And yet he hath no meanes
but what he gets by the fword,
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and
Which he confumes on queanes,
for it thrives not, take my word.
O, fie on thefe high- way thieves !
the gallowes will be their due :
Though my doublet be rent i'th' fleeves,
Fme raggedy and torne, and true.
Some do themfelves maintaine
with playing at cards and xlice :
O, fie on that lawlefle gaine
got by fuch wicked vice !
They coozen poore countrey-men
vile> with their delufions vilde,
Yet it happens now and then
that they are themfelves beguilde ;
For if they be caught in a fnare
the pillory claimes its due.
Though my jerkin be worne and bare,
I 'me ragged^ and torne, and true.
I have feene fome gallants brave
up Holborne ride in a cart,
Which fight much forrow gave
to every tender heart :
Then have I faid to my felfe,
what pity is it for this,
That any man for pelfe
mould do fuch a foule amifle.
Ragged, and Torne, and True.
O, fie on deceit and theft !
it makes men at the laft rue ;
Though I have but little left,
Ime raggedy and torne, and true.
The pick-pockets in a throng,
at a market or a faire,
Will try whofe purfe is ftrong,
that they may the money {hare ;
But if they are caught i'th' adlion,
they are carried away in difgrace,
Either to the Houfe of Correction,
or elfe to a worfer place.
O, fie on theie pilfering theeves !
the gallowes will be their due :
What need I fue for repreeves?
Ime ragged^ and torne, and true.
The hoftler, to maintaine
himfelfe with money in's purfe,
Approves the proverbe true,
and fayes, Gramercy horfe :
He robs the travelling beaft,
that cannot divulge his ill ;
He fteales a whole handfull at leaft
from every halfe peck he fhould fill.
O, fie on thefe coozening fcabs,
that rob the poore jades of their due !
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30 Ragged, and Torne, and True.
I fcorne all theeves and drabs,
Ime raggedy and torne, and true.
Tis good to be honeft and juft,
though a man be never fo poore ;
Falfe dealers are ftill in miftruft,
th'are afraid of the officers doore :
Their confcience doth them accufe,
and they quake at the noife of a bum,
While he that doth no man abufe
for the law needs not care a rum.
Then welfare the man that can fay,
I pay every man his due :
Although I go poore in array,
Ime raggedy and tome, and true.
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The
Complaint of King James,
Who was flayne at Flodden Fielde,
anno 1513.
[This piece, not ftri&ly fpeaking a ballad, is in the form and fpirit
f that ancient popular work, " The Mirror for Magiftrates." Ulpian
'ulwell originallyyprinted it in his " Flower of Fame," 1575, 4to. where
le tide ftands thus : — " The lamentable complaint of King James of
Gotland, who was flayne at Scottim fielde," meaning, of courfe, Flod-
en Field. The work was " Imprinted at London in Fleete Streate,
t the Temple gate by William Hofkins."]
MONG the reft whom rewfull fate hath reft,
Whofe fhrouding fheetes have wrapt their
woful lyves,
Why have not I a place among them left,
Whofe fall eche tong with dayly talke revives ?
mch is the wheele that froward Fortune drives ;
Fo day a king of puifance and might,
\nd in one howre a wofull wretched wight.
V happie life by happie end is tride,
\. wretched race by wofull ende is known :
Though pleafant wind the (hip do rightly guyde,
fudden.
reward.
The Complaint of King James.
At laft by rage of ftormes tis over throwne :
The greateft oke with tempeft is fyrft blowne.
Though Fortune feeme a loft to hoyfe thy fayle,
Yet Fortune ofte tymes fmyles to fmall avayle.
I thought my bower buylt on happie foyle,
Which under propped was with tickle ftaye ;
Wherfore on fodayne chaunce I tooke the foyle,
In hope for to have had a noble praye,
In fearch whereof I reapt my fa tall daye.
With mamefull death my fame was fordte to bow ;
A gwerdon meete for breach of facred vow.
A Prince his promife ought not to be broke,
Much more his othe of ryght obfervde mould be ;
But greedie gayne doth oft the mynde provoke
To breake both othe and vowe, as feemes by mee :
Ambition blearde myne eyes, I coulde not fee.
I fynde though man with man his faith forgoe,
Yet man with God may not [in deede] do fo.
I was a king, my power was not fmall ;
I ware the crowne to wield the Scottifh land ;
I raignde and rewlde, the greater was my fall :
The myght of God no kingdome can withftand.
An Earle wan of mee the upper hande ;
With blodie fworde my lucklefle lyfe to ende
By mamefull death, without tyme to amende.
The Complaint of King James. 33
Such was the force of Atrop's cruell fpight,
Unlocked for to cut my fatall lyne.
My wretched carcas then was brought in fight
Through London ftreets, wherat the Scots repine :
The endles fhame of this mifhap is myne.
Like butchers ware on horfebacke was I brought :
The King of Kinges for me this end hath wrought.
Let Princes all by me example take
What daunger tis to dally in fuch cafe ;
By perjurye their faythes for to forfake,
Leaft feate of fhame mall be their endles place :
Foule infamie mall their renowne deface.
Of falfed faith fuch is deferved hyre,
And he muft falle that will too hyghe afpyre.
Ye noble Peeres, whofe lives with myne did end,
Send forth from graves your griefly ghofts ech one,
To wayle the chaunce that Fortune us did fende :
Let all the Scots powre out their plaints and mone,
That we to hedles hafte were apt and prone ;
Which ram beginning, voyde of Godly awe,
Had lyke fucceffe for breach of facred lawe.
I thought that Englande had beene far too weake
For my flrong powre, when Henry was away,
Which made mee light regarde my vow to breake ;
But yet I founde they were left in good ftay,
34 The Complaint of King James.
With force and ftrength to purchafe my decay.
Thus my afpiring minde had guerdon due,
Which may a myrror bee for men to vewe :
Whereby to fhun the breach of facred vow,
And not to feeke a lawlefle meanes to raygne,
For right will force urfurped rule to bow,
And reape repulfe in fteade of noble gaine.
Thus truth in tyme doth turne her foe to paine,
And God him felfe doth ihield the rightfull caufe :
Then, let men learne to lyve within his lawes.
ULPIAN FULWELL
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The Devil and the Scold.
To the Tune of " The Seminary Prieft."
[This is certainly an early ballad : the allufion, in the fecond
tanza, to Tom Thumb and Robin Goodfellow (whofe " Mad Pranks"
id been publifhed before 1588, with the wood-cut which follows the
>allad) is highly curious, and one proof of its antiquity, although it has
reached us only in an impreflion " Printed at London for Henry GofTon,
celling upon London Bridge, neare to the Gate." Befides the head-
the following couplet forms part of the title : —
" A pleafant new Ballad you here may behold,
How the Devill, though fubtle, was gul'd by a fcold."]
IVE eare, my loving countrey-men
that flill defire newes,
Nor pafle not while you heare it fung,
or elfe the fong perufe ;
For ere you heare it I muft tell
my newes it is not common ;
But He unfold a truth betwixt
a Devill and a woman.
Tom Thumb is not my fubjeft,
whom Fairies oft did aide,
Nor that mad fpirit Robin,
that plagues both wife and maid ;
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The Devil and the Scold.
Nor is my fong fatyricke like,
invented againft no man,
But onely of a pranke betwixt
a Devill and a woman.
Then, widdowes wives and maids
give eare as well as men,
And by this woman learne
to gull the world agen :
You may by this turn artifts,
or matters of your art,
And when the Devill comes for you
you need care nothing for't.
A woman well in yeares
liv'd with a hufband kinde,
Who had a great defire
to live content in minde ;
But 'twas a thing impoffible
to compafs his defire,
For night and day with fcolding
me did her hufband tire.
roguifti.
With, roughiih lowtifh clowne!
defpite thee He be wilde ;
Doeft thou think I marry ed thee
to ufe thee like a childe,
And fet thee on my lap,
or humour what you fpeake ?
The Devil and the Scold
Before He be fo fond
thy very heart He breake.
Why, loving wife, quoth he,
He never doe thee wrong,
So thouFt be rul'd by me,
and onely hold thy tongue ;
And when I come from worke
wilt pleafe at board and bed:
Doe this, my loving wife,
and take all, being dead.
Marke well, quoth {he, my words,
what ere you fpeake me to,
By faire meanes or by foule,
the contrary He doe.
According to her fpeech
this man led fuch a life,
That oft he wifh't the Devill
to come and fetch his wife.
Had he bid her goe homely,
why then me would goe brave ;
Had he cal'd her good wife,
me cal'd him rogue and Have ;
Bade he, wife, goe to church,
and take the faireft pew,
Shee'd goe unto an alehoufe
and drinke, lye downe and fpew.
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The Devil and the Scold
The Devill, being merry
with laughing at this mirth,
Would needs from hell come trotting
to fetch her from the earth ;
And coming like a horfe
did tell this man his minde,
Saying, fet her but aftride my backe,
He hurry her through the winde.
Kinde Devill, quoth the man,
if thou a while wilt wait,
He bid her doe that thing
{hall make her backe thee ftraight
And here lie make a vow,
for all me is my wife,
He never fend for her againe,
Whileft I have breath or life.
Content, the Devill cry'd :
then to his wife goes he ;
Good wife, goe leade that horfe
fo blacke and faire you fee.
Goe leade, fir knave ! quoth me,
and wherefore not goe ride ?
She tooke the Devill by the reines,
and up me goes aftride.
The Devill neighed loud,
and threw his heeles i'th'ayre :
The Devil and the Scold. 39
Kick in the Devills name ! quoth fhe,
a fhrew doth never fear.
Away to hell he went
with this moft wicked fcold,
But fhe did curbe him with the bit,
and would not lofe her hold.
The more he cry'd, Give way,
the more fhe kept him in,
And kickt him fo with both her heeles,
that both his fides were thin.
Alight, the Devill cry'd,
and quicke the bridle loofe :
No, I will ride (quoth fhe)
whiles thou haft breath or fhoes.
Again fhe kickt and prickt,
and fate fo ftiff and well,
The Devill was not fo plagu'd
a hundred yeares in hell.
For pity light (quoth he)
thou put'ft me to much paine :
I will not light (quoth fhe)
till I come home againe.
The Devill fhewd her all
the paines within that place,
And told her that they were
ordain'd for fcolds fo bafe.
40 The Devil and the Scold
Being bereft of breath,
for fcolding 'tis my due ;
But whileft I live on earth,
He be reveng'd on you.
Then did fhe draw her knife,
and gave his eare a flit :
The Devill never felt
the like from mortall yet.
So, fearing further danger,
he to his heeles did take,
And farter then he came
he poft hafte home did make.
Here take her (quoth the Devill)
to keep her here be bold,
For hell will not be troubled
with fuch an earthly fcold.
When I come home I may
to all my fellowes tell,
I loft my labour, and my bloud,
to bring a fcold to hell.
The man half dead did ftand,
away the Devill hyde :
Then fince the world nor hell
can well a fcold abide.
To make a faile of fhips
let hufbands fall to worke,
The Devil and the Scold
And give their free confents
to fend them to the Turke.
Then, honeft wives and maides,
and widdowes of each fort,
Might live in peace and reft
and Silence keep her court :
Nor would I have a fcold
one penny here beftow,
But, honeft men and wives,
buy thefe before you goe.
The
Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp.
[Thomas Churchyard, the author of the fubfequent fatire, for it is
only a ballad in appearance, began writing in the reign of Edward VI.
and did not ceafe until James I. had afcended the throne : his many
worldly difappointments gave a colour to nearly all he wrote, and what
follows is ftrongly tinged with mifanthropy. It was compofed in coup
lets, but the printer of the broadfide (no name is attached to our copy,
and perhaps it has been accidentally cut off) thought fit to give it the
appearance of ftanzas. There feems to have been another impreffion,
" Imprinted at London by Thomas Col well for Nicolas Wyer," a
copy of which was in the collection of the late Mr. Heber.J
•N Court, fome fay, doth freindfhyp flowe,
And fome to Court for freindfhyp goe,
But I that walke the worlde aboute
Could never yet fynde freyndfhyp out;
For fynenefle fhewes fo fayre a face,
That freyndfhyp hath no dwellynge place.
Yea, depe dyflemblynge manners mylde
Hath fayth and freindfhyp both exylde.
The holowe harte is fowle and fell,
Wheare freyndfhyp loketh now to dwell :
The humble fpeche and Syrenes fonge
Hath fhrouded freyndfhyp over longe.
The Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp. 43
The wylye wordes that wave wyth wynde
Hath brought true frendfhyp out of mynde ;
And, to be fhorte, fayre wordes is all
The fruite that from the tree dothe fall.
Wordes welde the worlde, and beare the fwaye, wield.
And freindfhyp daylye doth decaye.
Yet durfte I make of it reporte,
It is amonge the meaner forte
If any faythe or freindfhyp bee ;
But I fo lytle freindfhyp fee,
I feare the vertue of the fame
Confyftes but in a gentle name.
The worlde is waxen now fo nyce
That we have learnd the Frenche devyce,
At your commaundement, for a fhowe,
And meane no farther for to goe :
We are as free of promyfe ftyll,
As though we mente a great good wyll ;
And brave it out for gloryes fake,
And much adoe therof we make,
To blafe abrode our bountye great.
Turn, man ! the fyre hath loft his heate ;
The flame yeldes furthe but fparkles fmall,
Theare is no freyndfhyp now at all.
Geve eare, and heare a pretye jeft.
Theare was a man (at my requeft)
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bounty.
Ere-
The Lamentacion of Freyndihyp
That feemd an earneft freinde in dede,
And fwore he wolde fupplye my nede
Wyth all hys helpe he could devyfe ;
And ofte to blere his ladyes eyes,
And make her know hys lyberall mynde,
(For women larges love of kynde)
He promyft many a goodlye gyfte ;
But when I put hym to hys fhyfte
For quycke performaunce of this geare,
Then backwarde gan he for to fweare
Eche worde had paft hys mouth before.
I pray you now, if we had ftore
Of fuch good freinds when nede fhuld cum,
Myght not a pore man ftryke hys drum
Before theyr dores wyth chereful fprete,
And founde a marche in open ftrete
A thousand tymes amidfte hys greefe,
Or he fhould fynde thearby releefe ?
Fyve hundred of fuch mates as theafe
(Whofe freyndfhyp is not worth a peafe,
Whofe bravery fhynes beyonde the funne,
Yet flypper laddes when all is done)
My hap hath bene to mete or thys.
Beware, I fay, the Judas kyfle,
The flyrynge face, the parate gaye,
The bablynge tongue that hath no ftaye,
The Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp,
45
The fawner fyne that croutcheth lowe,
The plyant head that bendes lyke bowe,
Whofe nature lykes not freindfhyp's lawe,
The gloryous man, the pratynge dawe.
Tut, tut ! I warne thee overfoone,
Ful longe hath nede to be the fpoone
A man mould have for every feate,
That wyth the dyvell thynkes to eate :
For dyvels in thefe dayes are ryfe,
And thou muft nedes leade out thy lyfe
Wyth depe dyflemblers every wayes.
The dyvels are much more to prayfe,
Then muffled men that myfcheife breede,
Who are not knowen but by theyr deede.
Oh frendfhyp ! thou art much myfufed
To be wyth freindes thus abufed ;
For freyndfhyp mould wyth open face
Be feene and felt in every place :
Of playnenefle firft was freyndfhyp wrought,
Juft as the Gods, and pure of thought.
Full free and franke, as lordes have byn,
Full bent the peoples hartes to wynne ;
Full glad to fyll the nedye hande,
Full firme of worde, and fure to ftande,
As oke that every ftorme wyl byde,
Not loft with want, nor wonne wyth pryde,
46 The Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp.
And welthy pompe, the pumpe of fynne,
That bryngeth every myfcheife in ;
But alwayes cleare from falfehedde's trayne.
Then, tell me now, and do not fayne,
Where does that freindfhyp buylde his bowre ?
Where is fuch freinfhyp had this howre ?
Where maketh he now hys manfyon place ?
Or where (good Lord !) hath men fuch grace
To lyght upon fo great a blifle ?
Mans mynde and nature altered is :
The worlde in wyckedneffe is drbunde,
And, trulye, freindfhyp is unfounde,
And rotten lyke corrupted fruite.
noHe. Though gloryous men wyll beare a brute
Of freindes, theyr freyndfhyp is fo colde
That we therof have lytle holde :
When it mould ferve our turne (God knowes)
We reape the weede and plant the rofe.
We gape for golde, and grype but glafle.
Now do fuch wordes of offyce paffe
Tweene all eftates, bothe farre and nere,
That talke is nought but fayned chere,
To make fayre weather for a whyle,
Tyl one the other do beguyle.
I tell thee, man, who playes the parte
Of wylye fox muft lerne thys arte :
'he Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp. 47
They are no fmall byrdes (as I gefle)
If I in authors maye exprefle
The fynnes that now be kept in ftore,
That put in praftyfe this and more,
To compaffe cloked freindfhyp fyne.
The fowler never drawes hys lyne
So ftrayght upon the felye fowle,
Nor fure the byas of the bowle
Goeth not fo ftrayghte on mayfter blocke,
As dayly dothe thys dallyenge flocke
Upon the polycye of the brayne,
To brynge the felye foole to trayne.
Men are fo ufed thefe dayes wyth wordes,
They take them but for jeftes and boordes, jokes.
That Chriftmas Lordes were wonte to fpeke.
Well, well, I fay the worlde is weke,
And weker it is lyke to bee,
When credyte out of the worlde fhall flye ;
When truft is gone, and trothe is dead,
And faythfull freyndfhyp hydes hys head,
And wordes are helpe of none effefte,
And promyfe faythfull is fufpedle.
Farewell ! all earthly hope is paft.
I fee our maners change fo faft,
And fuche affeftion leades our wyll
Awry to fickle freindfhyp ftyll,
48 The Lamentacion of Freyndfhyp,
That fure true freindfhyp fylent fyttes,
And nought beares rule but wylye wyttes,
Unfhamefafte wayes, and meare deceyte
For playnenefle, fuch a pleafante bayte
As choketh up both hye and lowe,
And poyfoneth all the worlde, I trowe.
Wherfore, fynce freyndfhyp takes hys leave,
And fyneneffe dothe us all deceyve,
Let freyndfhyppes name be banyfhed quyte ;
For fure it is a great dyfpyte
To fpeke of freindfhyp any tyme,
To make of freindfhyp profe or ryme,
Or gyve to freyndfhyp anye prayfe,
That is fo frutelefle in our dayes.
T. CHURCHYARD.
49
Mock-Begger's Hall.
To the tune of '" It is not your Northern Nanny," or "Sweet is the Lass
that loves me."
[This ballad is a very amufing and clever fatire on many changes
for the worfe, about the period it feems to have been written — the be-
| ginning of the feventeenth century. The full tide is u Mock-Begger's
Hall, with his fituation in the fpacious country called Anywhere;"
and we have been obliged (from the exiftence of no other, excepting a
'{till more modern reprint,) to ufe a copy publimed, during the civil wars :
it purports to have been "Printed for Richard Harper, at the Bible
and Harp, in Smithfield." The wood-cut at the end is a reprefenta-
tion of Tarlton, the comedian, who was fo popular before 1588, when
he. died. If the entry in the regifter of St. Leonard's, Shoreditch, ap
ply to him, as no doubt it does, his name has never been accurately
fpelt in the quotations of it : it there flands Richard Torrelton ; and it
is remarkable that he was buried on the very day his will bears date,
September 3. We may conclude perhaps that he died of the plague.
There was a wood-cut of Tarlton, playing upon his pipe and tabor, as
early as 1590, no doubt fimilar to that we have inferted,and not unfre-
quently found at the head of old ballads.]
N ancient times, when as plain dealing
Was moft of all in fafhion,
There was not then half fo much ftealing,
Nor men fo given to paffion ;
But now a days truth fo decays,
And falfe knaves there are plenty,
So pride exceeds all worthy deeds,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty.
u
.
5o Mock-begger's Hall.
The hangman now the fafhion keeps,
And fwaggers like our gallants ;
While love and charity fits and weeps,
To fee them wafte their talents ;
Spend all their ftore untill no more,
Such prodigals there are plenty,
Thus brave it out, while men them flout,
And Mock-begger Halljiands empty.
Ned Swam hath fetched his cloaths from pawn,
With dropping of the barrell ;
Joan Duft hath bought a fmock of lawn,
And now begins to quarrell :
She thinks herfelfe, poor filly elfe,
To be the beft of twenty,
And yet her fcore is wondrous poor,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty.
I read in ancient times of yore,
That men of worthy calling
Built almes houfes and fpittles ftore,
Which now are all down falling ;
And few men feek them to repair,
Nor none is there among twenty
That for good deeds will take any care,
While Mock-begger Halljiands empty.
Farm houfes which their fathers built,
And land well kept by tillage,
Mock-begger's Hall.
51
Their prodigal fons have fold for gilt
In every town and village.
To the city and court they do refort,
With gold and filver plenty ;
And there they fpend their time in fport,
While Mock-be gger Hall ftands empty.
Young landlords, when to age they come,
Their rents they would be racking ;
The tenant muft give a golden fum,
Or elfe he is turn'd packing :
Great fines, and double rent befide,
Or elfe they'l not content be :
It is for to maintain their monftrous pride,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty.
Their fathers went in homely freez,
And wore good plain cloth breeches ;
Their ftockings with the fame agrees,
Sowed on with good ftrong flitches :
They were not then called gentlemen,
Though they had wealth great plenty ;
Now every gull's grown worfhipfull,
While Mock-begger Hall ftands empty.
No gold nor filver parchment lace
Was worn but by our Nobles ;
Nor would the honeft harmlefs face
Wear cuffs with fo many doubles.
money.
52 Mock-begger's Hall.
Their bands were to their fhirts fown then,
Yet cloth was full as plenty ;
Now one hand hath more cloth than ten,
While Mock-be gger Hall ftands empty.
Now we are apes in imitation,
The more indeed's the pity ;
The city follows the ftranger's fafhion,
The country followes the city :
And ere one fafhion is known throughout,
Another they will invent ye ;
'Tis all your gallants ftudy about,
While Mock-begger Halljlands empty.
Methinks it is a great reproach
To thofe that are nobly defcended,
When for their pleafures they cannot have a coach
Wherewith they might be attended ;
But every beggerly Jack and Gill,
That eat fcant a good meal in twenty,
Muft through the ftreets be jaunted ftill,
While Mock-begger Hallftands empty.
There's fome are rattled thorough the ftreets,
Probatum eft, I tell it,
Whofe names are wrapt in parchment meets ;
It grieves their hearts to fpell it :
They are not able two men to keep,
With a coachman they muft content be,
Mock-begger's Hall. 53
Which at play-houfe doore in's box lies afleep,
While Mock-be gger Halljlands empty.
Our gentlewomen, whofe means is nothing
To that which they make (how of,
Muft ufe all the fafhions in their cloathing,
Which they can hear or know of:
They take fuch care themfelves to deck,
That money is oft fo fcanty,
The belly is forc'd to complain to the back,
While Mock-begger Halljlands empty.
There is a crue, and a very mad crue,
That about the town doth fwagger,
That feem like Knights to the people's view,
And wear both fword and dagger,
That fweeten their cloaths once a week ;
Hunger with them is fo plenty,
The broker will not have them to feek,
While Mock-begger Halljlands empty.
Some gentlemen and citizens have,
In divers eminent places,
Erected houfes fine and brave,
Which flood for the owners' graces.
Let any poor to fuch a door
Come, they expecting plenty,
They there may afk till their throats are fore,
For Mock-begger Halljlands empty.
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Mock-begger's Hall
Thus plainly I to you declare
How ftrangely times are changed ;
What humors in the people are,
How vertue is eftranged :
How every jackanapes can ftrut,
Such coxcombs there are plenty ;
But at the laft in the prifon fhut,
So Mock-be gger Hall Jlands empty.
FINIS.
55
Larum Bell for London.
[The name of the author of the following production — John Carre —
is new in the hiftory of our poetry, although it may be thought that
he does not add much to its claims to admiration : his ftanzas, however,
contain a remarkable exhortation again ft the prevailing vices of the me
tropolis at an early date, for the colophon of a work in which they ap
peared is, " Imprinted at London, by Henry Kirkham, 1573." The
broadfide has no date, but may be even older.]
OR thee, O London! I lament,
And wring my hands with mourning
chere,
Becaufe that thou wilt not repent,
Seyng thy deftruftion draweth nere.
If it be true as Scriptures tell,
Thy fynnes will fincke thee doune to hell.
The vices whiche in thee are ufed,
Too tedious are for me to tell :
Thy noble fame is fore abufed,
By thofe whiche in thee now doe dwell ;
Whereby I fee thy great decaie,
That God doth threaten thee eche daie.
A Larum Bell for London.
The vice of pride hath tane fuche place,
That it can not be rooted out ;
And hath continued fo long fpace,
That of Gods ire thou haft no doubt :
And fuche a place pride doeth fupplie,
That from thee it will never flie.
For like a weede it up doeth fpryng,
It is not fet nor fowen at all ;
The whiche good herbes and fruidles will bryng,
Ere they be ripe, unto a fall.
To cut it doune it is no boote,
Except you cleane plucke up the roote.
For where this weede doth fpring and grow,
Good fruiftes can not there profper well,
Becaufe that cruelneffe fo doeth flowe,
That vertuous herbes it doeth excell :
Whiche weede we maie compare to pride,
That caufeth vertue awaie to flide.
So likewife pride in London now
Doeth florifhe in fuche goodly forte,
That they invent whiche waie and how
Thereby augmented it might be;
And nothyng doe regarde at all,
That pride in the ende will have a fall.
Confider well that pride hath been
The fall of many cities greate,
A Larum Bell for London. 57
And Sodom foncke for fuche like fynne,
As facred Scriptures dooth repete ;
Gomorrha eke came to decaie,
Becaufe that pride did beare the fwaie.
And Alexandria in like cace,
Whiche was a citie ftrong and greate ;
Pride would not let them purchafe grace,
Nor yet for mercie would intreate :
Becaufe that pride fo muche did flowe,
It was deftroied, and lies full lowe.
And Ninivie like caufe I finde,
In the ende for pride was cleane deftroied,
For pride fo muche did puffe their minde,
That God .was cleane forgot and voide :
In pride fo much they did delite,
That God the fame deftroied quite.
Jerufalem, that citie ftrong,
Pride would not let them God to knowe,
In whiche pride they continued long,
As Jofephus the fame doeth fhowe ;
Till Titus did deftroie the fame,
And did accufe their pride with fhame.
Enfample take by noble Troie ;
The like for pride was never fene :
With warres the Greekes did it deftroie,
Bothe wall and houfe they threwe doune clene :
foolifh
A Larum Bell for London.
Becaufe that pride did beare the fwaie,
It came to ruine and decaie.
Therefore, O London ! now take heede,
For thou waft called Troie fometyme,
That fuche decaie doeth not procede
For to revenge of pride the crime :
Therefore repent, from pride refraine,
Left, as Troie did, thou feele fome paine.
For God doeth threaten thy greate fall,
By fignes and tokens many waies,
The whiche unto thee happen fhall
Shortly, Chrift faieth, and in fewe daies.
Therefore his power divine to pleafe
Repent, his ire thou fhalt appeafe.
O London ! thou haft caufe to weepe,
For to confider thyne eftate :
Thou art in fynne now drownde fo deepe,
That from hell mouthe thou canft not fcape
Except repentance thou embrace,
At God's hande thou fhalt finde no grace.
To pradlife pride thou doeft delight,
And fonde devifes for to gaine,
Whiche is efteemed all in God's fight
A thing moft frivolous and vaine :
Yet thou doeft feke the fame to ufe, ,
Whiche doeth thy noble fame abufe.
A Larum Bell for London.
Let this a reformation be
For thee, that thou in time repent,
Whereby thou mightft have grace to flee
From pride, the Lorde's will to content.
Revolve in mynde what happen mall,
For pride in the ende mall have a fall.
JOHN CARRE,
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6o
The Bride's Good-morrow.
To a pleafant new Tune*
[This is a peculiar, but a pleafmg ballad, tinged with a puritanical
fpirit, and unqueftionably of an early date, though, as we learn at the
end of it, " Printed by the Affignes of Thomas Symcocke," of whom
we have before fpoken (p. 26). The domeftic ceremonials, preceding
a marriage, near the end of the reign of Elizabeth, are delicately touched,
and afford a not uninterefting illuftration of the manners of the time.
The lines near the clofe,
" With fweet rofemary in their hand,
a perfect token of your virgin's life,"
fhew why that herb was of old employed as an emblem at weddings,
and afford a particular explanation of a paffage in " Pericles." Acl: iv.
Sc. 6. The exclamation " Good morrow, Miftris Bride ! " is found, as
a quotation, in more than one play of the time of Shakefpeare, with
other allufions to this ballad.]
HE night is pafled, and joyfull day appeareth
moft cleare on every fide,
With pleafant muiick we therefore falute you:
good morrow, Miftris Bride !
From fleepe and flumber now wake you out of hand,
your Bridegroome ftayeth at home,
Whofe fancy, favour and affediion ftill doth ftand
fixed on thee alone.
Drefle you in your beft array ;
This muft be your wedding day.
The Bride's Good-morrow.
God almighty fend you happy joy !
'n health and wealth to keep you ftill,
.nd, if it be his blefled will,
God keepe you fafe from forrow and annoy.
[This day is honour now brought into thy bofome,
and comfort to thy heart ;
[For God hath fent you a friend for to defend you
from forrow care and fmart.
[In health and ficknes, for thy comfort day and night
he is appointed and brought,
I Whofe love and liking is moft conftant fure and right ;
then, love him as«ye ought.
[Now you have your hearts defire
[And the thing you did require.
God almighty fend you happy joy !
[In health and wealth to keepe you ftill,
And, if it be his blefled will,
God keepe you fafe from forrow and annoy.
[There is no treafure the which may be compared
unto a faithfull friend:
jGold foone decayeth, and worldly wealth confumeth,
and wafteth in the winde ;
But love once planted in a perfedt and pure minde
indureth weale and woe :
|The frownes of fortune, come they never fo unkinde,
cannot the fame overthrowe.
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62 The Bride's Good-morrow.
A bit of bread is better cheare,
Where love and friendfhip doth appeare,
then dainty difhes fluffed full of flrife ;
For where the heart is cloyd with care,
Sower is the fweetefl fare,
And death far better then fo bad a life.
Sweet Bride, then may you full well contented flay you,
and in your heart rejoyce,
Sith God was guider both of your heart and fancy,
and maker of your choice :
And he that preferd you to this happie flate
will not behold you decay,
Nor fee you lacke reliefe or helpe in any rate,
if you his precepts obey.
To thofe that afk it faithfully
The Lord will no good thing deny ;
this comfort in the Scriptures you may finde :
Then, let no worldly griefe and care
Vexe your heart with foule difpaire,
Which doth declare the unbelieving minde.
All things are ready, and every whit prepared,
to beare you company ;
Your friends and parents doe give their due attendance
together courteoufly.
The houfe is drefl and garnifht for your fake
with flowers gallant and green :
The Bride's Good-morrow.
folem feaft your comely cooks do ready make
where all your friends will be feen.
'oungmen and maids do ready ftand,
rith fweet rofemary in their hand,
a perfeft token of your virgin's life :
'o wait upon you they intend
rnto the Church to make an end,
And God make thee a joyfull wedded wife !
FINIS.
The Soldier's Repentance.
To an excellent new Tune^ called " Calino."
[This ballad has neither printer's name (which is unufual) nor date
(which is commonly omitted) but we may feel fure that it was written
about the middle of the reign of Elizabeth. The Irifh tune to which
it was to be fung, was employed as early as 1584, in Clement Robin-
fon's " Handfull of Pleafant Delights ; " and Piftol ufes it in Shakes
peare's " Henry V.," though Malone, Steevens, &c. were at fault about
it (See Collier's Shakefpeare, iv. 543). The ballad was fuppofed
to be fung regarding fome worthy foldier, who perhaps had returned
poor and wounded from the wars in the Low Countries : it is much in
the fpirit of Barnaby Rich, but it is too good for his verification. The
full title in the original broadfide is fomewhat long : — "A pleafant fong
made by a Soldier, whofe bringing up had been dainty, and partly by
thofe afte&ions of his unbridled youth is now beaten with his own rod ;
and therefore termed his Repentance, or the Fall of Folly."]
;N fummer time, when Phoebus rayes
Did cheer each mortall mans delight,
Increafing of the cheerfull dayes,
And cutting of the darkfome night :
When nature brought foorth every thing
By juft return of Aprill mowers,
To make the pleafant branches fpring
With fundry forts of herbs and flowers,
The Soldier's Repentance. 65
It was my chance to walk abroad
To view dame Natures new come brood:
The pretty birds did lay on load
With fugred tunes in every wood.
The gallant nightingale did fet
Her fpeckled breft againft a bryer,
Whofe mournfull tunes bewail (as yet)
Her brother Tereus falfe defire.
The ferpents having caft their coats
Lay liftning how the birds did ling ;
The pretty birds with fugred notes
Did welcome in the pleafant fpring.
I drew me to the green-wood fide
To hear this country harmony,
Whereas er'e long I had efpy'd
A wofull man in mifery.
He lay alone upon the ground,
And to the heavens he caft his eye :
The bordering hills and dales refound
The echoes of his piteous cry.
He wailing fore and fighing faid,
O heavens, what endlefle grief have I !
Why are my forrows thus delaid ?
Come therefore, Death, and let me die.
66 The Soldier's Repentance.
When Nature firft had made my frame,
And fet me loofe when me had done,
Steps Fortune in, that fickle dame,
To end what Nature had begun.
She fet my feet upon her knee,
And bleft my tender age with ftore;
But, in the end, me did agree
To mar what me had done before.
I could no fooner creep alone,
But me forfook her foftered child :
I had no lands to live upon,
But trac'd abroad the world fo wild.
At length I fell in company
With gallant youths of Mars his train :
I fpent my life in jeopardy,
And got my labour for my pain.
I watched on the fieged walls,
In thunder lightning rain and fnow,
And oft being mot with powdred balls,
Whofe coftly markes are yet to mow.
When all my kindred took their reft
At home in many a ftately bed,
The ground and pavement was my neft,
My flafk a pillow for my head.
The Soldier's Repentance.
My meat was fuch as I could find,
Of roots and herbs of fundry fort,
Which did content my hungry mind,
Although my commons were but fhort.
My powder ferv'd to fait my meat,
My murrion for a gilded cup ;
Whereas fuch drink as I could get
In Ip ring or ditch, I drank it up.
My rapier always by my fide,
My piece lay charged with match and light,
Thus many a month I did abide,
To ward all day, and watch by night.
N
I lived in this glorious vein,
Untill my limbs grew ftiffand lame ;
And thus I got me home again,
Regarding no fuch coftly fame.
When I came home I made a proof
What friends would do, if need fhould be :
My neareft kinsfolk lookt aloof,
As though they had forgotten me.
And as the owl by chattering charmes
Is wondred at by other birds,
So they came wondring at my harms,
And yeeld me no relief but words.
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helmet.
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The Soldier's Repentance.
Thus do I want, while they have ftore,
That am their equall every way,
Though Fortune lent them fomewhat more,
Elfe I had been as good as they.
Come, gentle Death, and end my grief.
Ye pretty birds ring forth my knell :
Let Robin Red-breaft be the chief
To bury me, and fo farewell.
Let no good fouldier be difmaid
To fight in field with courage bold ;
Yet mark the words that I have faid,
Truft not to friends when thou art old.
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The
Widow of Watling Street.
PART I.
To the Tune of" Bragandary."
[This ballad, in two parts, and to two different tunes, was entered
"or publication on the books of the Stationers Company by Richard
ones on I5th Aug. 1597, which with fufficient exa&nefs afcertains
ts date. It was extremely popular, and muft have been often re-
>rinted : our impreffion is made from a reprint, no copy of the oldeft
dition being now known, and all others being of extreme rarity,
/lalone could not obtain a fight of it, and fuppofed that it was the
Dundation of the play called " The Puritan, or the Widow of Watling
treet," firft printed in 1607, and attributed to Shakefpeare in the folio of
664, but in reality by Wentworth (not William, as Malone gives it,
uppl. ii. 534,) Smith, whofe name occurs in Henflowe's "Diary,"
>rinted by the Shakefpeare Society. The facl: is, that the ballad has no
brt of connexion with the play, beyond the tide, which perhaps was
dopted by the dramatift on account of its popularity. The copy we
lave ufed was " Printed for Fr. Cowles," who omitted the burden
fter the firft ftanza.]
F the kind Widdow of Watling ftreet
I will the ftory tell,
Who by her hufband deere was left
in fubftance very well.
A prodigall fonne likewife had (he,
And faire young daughters lovely three.
7°
The Widow of Watling Street.
_
Great mifery , forrow and mifery,
Commethfor want of grace.
For by his daily pra&ifes,
which were both lewd and ill,
His father's heart from him was drawne,
his love and his good will :
But what chance fo ere befell,
His mother lov'd him dearely well.
When in prifon he lay full poore
for debt that he did owe,
His father would not ftirre out of doore
for to releafe his woe ;
But when his mother his griefe did fee,
Shee found the meanes to fet him free.
And when her hufband fell full ficke,
and went to make his will,
0 hulband! remember your fon, me fayd,
although he hath beene ill ;
But yet, no doubt, he may returne,
Repenting the evill he hath done.
Remember, wife, what forrow and care
through him I daily found,
Who through his lewd ungracious deedes
hath fpent me many a pound ;
And, therefore, let him finke or fwim,
1 meane not for to deale with him.
The Widow of Watling Street,
And, therefore, fole Executor heere
I doe thee onely make,
To pay my debts and legacies ;
the reft unto thee take.
Not fo, my hufband deare, quoth me,
But let your fonne be joyn'd with me.
For why he is our child, me fayd,
we can it not denie,
The firft that ever graced you
with father's dignitie :
Oh ! that ever you did me love,
Grant this requeft for his behove.
Thy love, deare wife, was evermore
moft pretious unto me ;
And, therefore, for thy fweet love's fake,
I grant thy fuit to thee ;
But ere one yeare be fully fpent,
I know thou wilt the fame repent.
Now was his sonne received home,
and with his mother deare
Was joyn'd Executor of the will,
which did his courage cheere.
The old man dying buried was :
And now behold what came to pafle.
The funerall being ended quite,
it fell upon a day,
7 2 The Widow of Watling Street.
Some friend did fetch the Widdow forth,
to drive conceits away :
While fhe was forth, and thought no ill,
Her wicked fonne doth worke his will.
PofTeffion of the houfe he took
in moft defpitefull wife,
Throwing his lifters out of doore
with fad lamenting cryes.
When this they did his mother mow,
She would not believe he would do fo.
But when fhe came unto her houfe,
and found it fo indeede,
She cald unto her fonne and faid,
although her heart did bleede,
Come downe, my fonne, come downe, faid fhe ;
Let in thy mother and fitters three.
I will not let in my mother, he faid,
nor fitters any one ;
The houfe is mine, I will it keepe ;
Therefore, away, begone !
O fonne ! how canft thou endure to fee't
Thy mother and fitters to lye i'th' ttreet ?
Did not thy father by his will,
for tearme of this my life,
Give me this houfe for to enjoy,
without all further ftrife ?
The Widow of Watling Street.
And more, of all his goods, faid fhee,
I am Executor joyn'd with thee.
My father left you the houfe, he faid,
but this was his intent,
That you therefore, during your life,
fhould pay me yearely rent :
An hundred pound a yeare therefore
You mall give me, or elfe give it o're.
And fith the cittie's cuftom is,
That you your thirds muft have
Of all my father's moveables,
I grant what law doth crave ;
But not a penny more will I
Difcharge of any legacie.
O wicked fonne! quoth fhee, that feekes
thy mother thus to fleece.
Thy father to his daughters gave
three hundred pound a peece :
Tell me, who mall their portions pay,
Appointed at their marriage day ?
Then with a fcornefull fmile he faid,
what talke you of fo much ?
Ten pounds a peece I will them give,
my charity is fuch.
Now fie upon thee, beaft ! quoth me,
That thus doft deale with them and me.
74 The Widow of Watling Street.
But ere that they and I will take
this injurie at thy hand,
The chiefeft peeres of England {hall
the matter underftand.
Nay, if you go to that, quoth he,
Marke well what I fhall tell to thee.
Thou haft a fecret harlot beene ;
and this He prove full plaine.
That in my father's lifetime didft
lewd ruffians entertaine ;
The which did then beget of thee,
In wicked fort, thefe baftards three.
No daughters to my father, then,
were they in any wife,
As he fuppofed them to be,
Thou blinding fo his eyes :
Therefore, no right at all have they
To any penny given this day.
When fhee did heare her fhamelefle fonne
for to defame her fo,
Shee with her lovely daughters three
with griefe away did goe.
But how this matter out did fall
The fecond part will mew you all.
FINIS PART I.
The Widow of Watling Street,
75
PART II.
To the Tune of" The Wanton Wife."
HPHE beautifull Widdow of Watling Street,
-*- Being thus falfely accufed by her fonne,
With her three daughters of favour fo fweet,
Whofe beauty the love of many had wonne,
With her daughters three for fuccour went fhe
Unto the King's Counfell of noble degree.
Nowyjie upon falfehood and forger ie fraile !
For great is the truth, and it will prevaile.
'er fonne by writ now fummoned is
At the Star-chamber with fpeed to appeare,
And anfwer the vile abufes of his ;
The Lords of the Counfell the matter will heare.
This newes being brought, his wits he fought,
Which way his villany beft might be wrought.
Then up and down the citie fo faire
He feeketh companions to ferve his turne,
A fort of vagabonds naked and bare,
The which to worke murders for money are won
Thefe wretches, behold, for money and gold,
He hired for witnefs, his lies to uphold.
My mafters, quoth he, my mother by name
To be a lewd ftrumpet accufed I have ;
76
The Widow of Watling Street.
And having no witnefle to prove the fame,
Your ayde and afllftance herein I doe crave :
Therefore, without fear, before the Lords there,
That this thing is certain you fixe fhall it fweare.
The firft two, quoth he, fhall fweare on a booke
That fixteene yeares paft they plainely did fee,
As they through the garden hedge fadly did looke,
That fhe in one houre was abufed by three :
And how it befell, they two mark'd it well,
That juft nine months after fhe had her firft girle.
The fecond couple fhall fweare in this fort ;
That at Briftow, about thirteene yeares paft,
She with her owne prentice did fall in fuch fport,
That her fecond daughter was got at the laft.
Now truft us, quoth they, wee'le fweare what you fa;
Or any thing elfe for money this day.
And thus the third couple their oath now fhal take,
That as at the Bath fhee ftay'd on a day,
For ach in the bones an excufe fhe did make,
How fhee with a courtier the wanton did play ;
And how, well you wot, in that pleafant plot
Her deareft young daughter for certaine was got.
But now, my matters, your names let me know,
That I may provide your apparell with fpeede
Like fixe grave citizens, fo you muft goe ;
The better your fpeeches the Nobles will heed.
The Widow of Watling Street. 77
So fhall I with fcorne, ere Saturday morne,
Prove her a harlot, my fifters bafe borne.
My name is Make-fhift, the firft man did fay ;
And Francis Light-finger, the fecond likewife ;
Cuthbert Creepe-window, the third to difplay ;
And Rowland Robman with foule flaring eyes ;
Jacke Shamelefle came then with Harry Steale-hen :
You are, quoth the young man, fome right honeft men,
Before the Lords moft prudent and grave
This wretch doth with his witnefles come.
The mother complaines, and juftice doth crave,
Of all the offences that he hath her done.
My Lords, then quoth he, I pray you heare me ;
The law for my deeds my warrant fhall be.
Her fonne fayd alfo, fhee's a harlot moft vilde,
And thofe be her baftards that ftond here in place ;
And that me hath often her body defilde,
By very good witnefle He prove to her face.
This thing of thy mother thou oughteft to fmother :
Tis fhame for a child to fpeake ill of his Mother.
But if this matter be proved untrue,
And thou a falfe lyar be found to thy face,
Worfe than an infidel Pagan, or Jew,
Thou ought' ft to be punifh'd and plagu'd in this cafe :
And therefore draw neare, and let us heare
What fays the witnefs that here doth appeare.
inftantly
The Widow of Watling Street.
When the firft couple did come for to fweare,
They quivered and quaked in moft wondrous fort :
The Lords very countenance did put them in feare,
And now they knew not what to report.
The fecond like wife fo ftar'd with their eyes,
They ftammered, and knew not what to devife.
The Lords perceiving the cafe how it went,
Did afke the laft couple what they had to fay,
Who fell on their knees incontinent,
Saying they were hired for money that day :
Quoth they, it is fo ; the truth for to fhow,
Againft the good Widdow no harme we doe know.
Thus was the Widdow delivered from blame,
With her three daughters of beauty moft bright ;
Her fonne reproached with forrow and fhame,
Having his judgement appointed him right :
For forfeit even all the goods he pofleft,
To loofe both his eares, and banifht fo reft.
When he heard his judgement pronounced to be,
The tears full bitterly fell downe from his face ;
To mother and fifters he kneeled on his knee,
Confeffing that lucre had brought this difgrace :
That for mine owne gaine I fought to detaine
My fifters' three portions, this lie I did faine.
Therefore, deare mother, forgivenefle I crave
Of you and my fifters, offended fo fore ;
The Widow of Watling Street.
My body from perill if you will but fave,
I fweare I will grieve and offend you no more.
The Lords then replide, the law juftly tride,
The punimment now thou art like to abide.
[Therefore to prifon now thou malt goe,
[Whereas thou malt the King's pleafure abide,
[From thence to be brought with fhame and with woe,
"o fuffer the punimment due for thy pride.
'hen out of hand thou (halt underftand,
[That prefently thou fhalt be banifh'd the land.
hSTow while in prifon this prifoner did reft,
Himfelfe he hanged in defperate wife,
Such horrour of confcience poflefed his breaft ;
And, being caft forth, the ravens peckt out his eyes.
All children behold, what truth hath been told :
Accufe no man falfely for lucre of gold.
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8o
Cupid's Courtefie: or
The Young Gallant foil'd at his own Weapon.
To a moft pleafant " Northern Tune, &c."
[An early love-ballad, the date of which we cannot pretend to afcer-
tain farther than that there exifts a manufcript copy of it, dated 1595 :
the edition we have ufed has, as ufual, no year added to the imprint,
which runs thus : — " London : Printed by and for W. O. for A. M.
and fold by the Bookfellers." A mifprint occurs in the laft ftanza but
four, where " which made him tremble " is given, inftead of " which
made me tremble." The fecond ftanza would have afforded the Rev.
Mr. Halpin (See Shakefpeare Society's Papers, ii. 14.) a very appofite
illuftration for his charming eflay on the pafTage "runaway's eyes,"
&c. in "Romeo and Juliet," Aft iii. Sc. 2.]
HRO' the cool fhady woods
as I was ranging,
I heard the pretty birds
notes rweetly changing :
Down by a meadow fide
there runs a river ;
A little boy I efpy'd
with bow and quiver.
Little boy, tell me why
thou art here diving ?
Cupid's Courtefie,
81
Art thou fome run-away,
and haft no biding ? —
I am no run-away ;
Venus, my mother,
She gave me leave to play
when I came hither.
Little boy, go with me,
and be my fervant :
I will take care to fee
for thy preferment.—
If I with thee fhould go,
Venus would chide me,
And take away my bow,
and never abide me.
Little boy, let me know
what's thy name termed,
That thou doft wear a bow,
and go'ft fo armed ?—
You may perceive the fame
with often changing,
Cupid it is my name ;
I live by ranging.
If Cupid be thy name,
that moots at rovers,
I have heard of thy fame
by wounded lovers.
82 Cupid's Courtefie.
Should any languifh that
are fet on fire
By fuch a naked brat,
I much admire.
If thou doft but the leaft
at my laws grumble,
I'll pierce thy ftubborn breaft,
and make thee humble :
If I with golden dart
wound thee but furely,
There's no phyfitian's art
that e'er can cure thee.
Little boy, with thy bow
why doft thou threaten ?
It is not long ago
fince thou was beaten.
Thy wanton mother fair,
Venus, will chide thee :
When all thy arrows are gone,
thou may'ft go hide thee.
Of powerful {hafts, you fee,
I am well ftored,
Which makes my deity
fo much adored :
With one poor arrow now
HI make thee fhiver,
Cupid's Courtefie.
And bend unto my bow,
and fear my quiver.
Dear little Cupid, be
courteous and kindly ;
I know thou canft not hit,
but fhooteft blindly. —
Although thou calPft me blind,
furely I'll hit thee,
That thou fhalt quickly find ;
I'll not forget thee.
Then little Cupid caught
his bow fo nimble,
And fhot a fatal fhaft
which made him tremble.
Go, tell thy miftrefs dear
thou can'ft difcover
What all the paffions are
of a dying lover.
And now his gallant heart
forely was bleeding,
And felt the greateft fmart
from love proceeding :
He did her help implore
whom he affefted,
But found that more and more
him fhe rejected.
Cupid's Courtefie
For Cupid with his craft
quickly had chofen,
And with a leaden fhaft
her heart had frozen ;
Which cauf d this lover more
fadly to languifh,
And Cupid's aid implore,
to heal his anguifh.
He humble pardon crav'd
for his offence paft,
And vow'd himfelf a flave,
and to love ftedfaft.
His prayers fo ardent were,
whilft his heart panted,
That Cupid lent an ear,
and his fuit granted.
For by his prefent plaint
he was regarded,
And his adored faint
his love rewarded.
And now they live in joy
fweetly imbracing,
And left the little boy
in the woods chafing.
FINIS.
My Wife will be my Mafter.
To the Tune of '" A Taylour is no man."
[The full title of this "merry ballad *' in the broadfide is "My
Wife will be my Mafter ; or the Married-man's Complaint againft his
unruly Wife, being a warning for all unmarried perfons to have efpe-
ciall care in choohng their Maike, left they meet with fuch a Myre-
fhype as this poor man did." It has no printer's name nor date, but
we may place it after 1600. Several obvious mifprints occur, fuch as
Jhooes for " fheets" in the fecond line of the eighth ftanza, and offend her
is twice fubftituted for " diftafte her," which the rhyme requires. On
this point it is to be obferved that " mafter " was of old pronounced
and printed malfter, and fuch may have been the cafe in the original
edition of this ballad.]
S I was walking forth of late,
I heard a man complaining ;
With that I drew me near to him,
to know the caufe and meaning
Of this his forrow, pain, and grief,
which bred him fuch difafter :
Alace ! quoth he, what (hall I do?
my wife will be my mafter.
If I fhould give her fourty pound
within her apron folding,
86 My Wife will be my Mafter.
No longer then the telling on't
her tongue leaves never fcolding :
As JEfop's dog barkt at the moon,
thinking for to diftafte her,
So doth my wife fcold without caufe,
and ftrives to be my mafter.
Were I fo ftrong as Hercules,
or wifer then Apollo,
Or had I Icarus wings to flee,
my wife would after follow ;
Or fhould I live as many years
as ever did King Neftor,
Yet do I greatly ftand in fear
my wife would be my mafter.
I know no caufe nor reafon why
that me with me fhould jangle :
I never gave her caufe at all
to make her with me wrangle.
I pleafe her ftill in what I may,
and do ho jot diftafte her,
Yet me doth ftrive, both night and day,
alwayes to be my mafter.
I every morning make a fire,
all which is done to eafe her,
I get a nutmeg, make a toft,
In hope therewith to pleafe her,
My Wife will be my Mafter. 87
With a cup of nappy ale and fpice,
of which fhe is firft tafter ;
And yet this crofs-grain'd quean will fcold,
and ftrive to be my matter.
I warn the dimes, fweep the houfe,
I drefs the wholefome dyet ;
I humour her in every thing,
becaufe I would be quyet.
Of every feveral dim of meat
fhe'l furely be firft tafter,
And I am glad to pick the bones,
fhe is fo much my mafter.
Sometimes fhe'l fit while day be light
in company with good fellowes,
In taverns and in bowfing tents,
or in fome pimping ale-houfe ;
And when fhe comes home drunk at night,
though I do not diftafte her,
She'l fling, fhe'l throw, fhe'l fcratch, fhe'l bite,
and ftrive to be my mafter.
Her bed I make both foft and fine,
and put on fheets compleatly ;
Her fhooes and ftockings I pull off,
and lay her down moft neatly :
I cover her and keep her warm
for fear I fhould diftafte her ;
88 My Wife will be my Mafter.
I hug her kindly in my arme,
yet ftill fhe'l be my mafter.
And when I am with her in bed,
me doth not ufe me well, fir ;
She'l wring my nofe and pull my ears,
a pittiful tale to tell, fir ;
And when I am with her in bed,
not meaning to moleft her,
She'l kick me out at the bed's feet,
and fo become my mafter.
And thus you hear how cruelly
my wife doth ftill abufe me,
At bed, at board, at noon, at night,
me alwayes doth mifufe me ;
But if I were a lufty man,
and able for to bafte her,
Then would I furely ufe a means,
that me fhould not be my mafter.
You batchelours that fweet-hearts have,
when as you are a wooing,
Be fure you look before you leap,
for fear of your undoing :
The after wit is not the beft,
and he that weds in hafte, fir,
May like to me bewaile his cafe,
if his wife do prove his mafter.
My Wife will be my Mafter.
i
You married men that have good wives,
I pray you fet much by them,
For they more precious are then gold,
if once you come to try them :
A good wife makes a hulband glad,
then let him not diftafte her ;
But a fcold will make a man run mad,
if once me prove his mafter.
FINIS.
9o
The
Conftancy of True Love.
"To the tune of " Downe by a Forreft."
[This ballad is, in the main incidents, the tale of Pyramus and Thifbe, !
told ferioufly, as in the " Midfummer Night's Dream" it is burlefqued
Dunftan Gale took the fame fubjecT:, and his poem was printed in 1617,
but there is little doubt that this ballad is older, and nearer the date
which Gale gives to his dedication, viz. 1596 (fee the " Bridgewater
Catalogue," p. 125). The word " mufled," in the line
u And having mufled thus the fame,"
is ufed in the fenfe Shakefpeare employs " moufed"-— • " Well moufed,
lion ; " from the Italian mufo^ the mouth or muzzle. The full title o
the ballad is, " The Conftancy of True Love, or an excellent Relation
of the untimely death of Two Faithfull Lovers : " the imprint is,
u Imprinted at London for Francis Coules, and are to be fould at his
fhop in the Old-Bayly."]
that faire fragrant month of May,
When earth her curtaines doth difplay,
I did by chance my corps repofe
Upon a banke, where woods did clofe
With greene and leafy bowres about ;
A place to fhunne the tedious rout
Of Tibs and Toms : for this intent
This flowrie feat I did frequent.
The Conftancy of True Love. 91
Nature had flrove to fhew her feate
In the compofure of this feat,
For in a valley plaine was found
This place by hills encircled round.
Both lofty beech and cedars tall
Did fhelter this rich filvan hall :
Here Satires and the Naiades,
Here Silvans and the Driades.
Here rurall gods and tripping nymphs
Did bath their corps in the pure lymphs,
And chriftall ftreams, which made a noife,
In compaffing this place of joyes.
No fairer place nor fountain found
Dian, with golden trefles crown'd,
And lady-guarded : in this feate
The whittling wind cool'd fummers heat.
Here the nine Mufes ufde to dance,
Here the kind Graces ufde to prance ;
Here Phoebus his warbling harpe did tune
The lifefome monthes of May and June :
Here Philomel tun'd melody ;
Hither the, chirping birds did fly,
Here thrum and blackbird from their throats
Strain'd divers fundry pleafant notes.
Here the nymph Eccho in hollow ground
Did the laft fyllable refound.
92 The Conftancy of True Love.
What harbour could the world fpare
More trim, more neat, more fweet, more rare ?
Here, as I fate mufing alone,
Me thought I heard one grieve and groane.
Ah me, poore wretch ! this creature faid,
Whereat my fenfes grew afraid.
I ftarted, looking here and there,
To view the fubjecT: of this feare: ,
A Lady, object to mine eyes,
I found the effect of all thefe cryes.
I hafted to enquire the caufe,
Which did her weeping eyes amaze :
Behold, quoth me, my love, (alas !)
Whofe crimfon blood here dyes the graffe.
The fweeteft creature here lyeth dead,
That famous Europe ever bred :
I have my wronged lover flaine ;
His death mall be the death of twaine. —
I praid her then for to relate
The caufe of his untimely fate :
She then, fcarce fetching of her breath,
Beginnes the ftory of his death.
Blinde Cupid, quoth fhe, with his dart,
In tender yeares did wound his heart,
Made fubjedt to the love of me,
An adlor in this tragedie.
The Conftancy of True Love. 93
His heart and mind, together tried,
His love and mine together ti'ed.
Our parents fought to crofTe our will,
But we continued conftant (till.
Though time the difadvantage gave,
As we no place for love could have,
Yet ftill we fought to recompence
Love with true love without offence.
We dwelt in neighbouring houfes nie ;
And getting conference thereby,
We did appoint under this tree
To meet, but difappointed bee.
When bright Aurora peeped out,
And Phoebus newly look'd about,
I firft (according to my vow)
Made hafte unto this plighted bough :
Here, as I flayed for my love,
Whofe comming over-late did prove,
A lyon with inhumane pawes
Came to that well to coole his jawes.
His mouth was all with blood befmear'd.
This inftrument of death I fear'd ;
I fled to hide my felfe for feare,
And left behind my mantle there.
The lyon, having flak'd his thirft,
Ran where I left my garment firft ;
94 The Conftancy of True Love.
But when he faw no place for prey,
He foul'd with blood my liverie :
And having mufled thus the fame,
Thither he went whence firft he came ;
But I knew not that hee was gone
And therefore ftayd I hid, alone.
In the meane time (Oh griefe !) came hee,
Who promifd had to meet with mee,
And under this our plighted bough
He fought performance of our vow.
He found not mee, but found my coat
All bloodied by the lyons throat;
Which when he faw with bloud belayd,
My abfence made him fore afraid.
What mould he thinke, but that fome beaft
Upon my carcaffe made his feaft ?
He thought that the grim lyon's whelpe
Devoured mee, being voyd of helpe.
While hee thefe events thus did brooke,
The inftrument of death he tooke,
A naked fword, which by his fide
Ready for combats he had tyed. —
I have, quoth hee, wrought my loves death,
The end of her {hall end my breath ;
And thereupon thruft to the hilt
His fword, and thus his blood he fpilt.
The Conftancy of True Love. 95
That the firft paflenger might know,
The difmall events of this woe,
He wrote and pinn'd a note thereof
Upon his hatt, to fhew the proofe ;
Which I, being voyd of feare, at laft,
And thinking all the danger paft,
Returning from that hideous bed,
Whereto I from the lyon fled,
I found the copie of his death,
And his dead carcafle voyd of breath.
No fobs, no fighes, no griefes, no groanes,
No trickling teares, no mournfull moanes,
No ejaculations, no cries,
No dolefull dittie or elegies,
Shall ferve for to bewaile his end,
Which for my love his life did fpend.
In life his love did mee purfue,
But by his death he prov'd it true.
If hee, then, for my fake did die,
As much for him why fhould not I ?
Since death hath us denied our right,
Then friendly death (hall us unite;
And I will follow him in hafte,
Who thought he followed me being paft.
Thefe words aflbone as fhee had fpoke,
She gave her felfe a deadly ftroke :
96 The Conftancy of True Love
Shee drew the fword out of his breaft
And in her owne the fame fhee thruft ;
And as in life their hearts were one,
So are their lives together gone.
In fpight of parents, time, and place,
Fond love will runne his wifhed race.
Thus have you heard a tragedy,
Adted by lovers conftancy :
God fend fuch lovers better fpeed,
Where fervency true love doth breed.
97
Few Words are beft.
To the Tune of " He tell you but fo."
[A ballad, in its original fhape, probably of the latter part of the reign
of Elizabeth, from what is faid about enclofures, recufants, puritans,
&c. Two of the ftanzas, the fixth and feventh, feem to have a pecu
liar application to the life of Shakefpeare, and to the religious opinions
of his father (fee the Shakefpeare Society's Papers, ii. 115). The droll
fatire of the writer applies to nearly all callings and clafles, and he fpares
no body. It was printed, like many other broadfides, " by the Affignes
of Thomas Symcocke," and, to the title, " Few Words are beft," the
following diftich is added : —
" Come buy this new ballad before you doe goe :
If you raile at the Author, I know what I know."]
T is an old faying
that few words are beft,
And he that fays little
fhall live moft at reft;
And I by experience
doe finde it right fo,
Therefore He fpare fpeech,
but I know what I know.
Yet you fhall perceive well
though little I fay,
That many enormities
I will difplay :
g 8 Few Words are belt.
You may guefle my meaning
by that which I mow ;
I will not tell all,
but I know what I know.
There be fome great climbers
compof 'd of ambition,
To whom better-borne men
doe bend with fubmiffion.
Proud Lucifer climbing,
was caft very low;
He not flay thefe men,
but I know what I know.
There be many foxes
that goe on two legges,
They fteale greater matters
then cocks, hennes and egges :
To catch many gulls
in iheepes cloathing they goe ;
They might be deftroy'd,
but I know what I know.
There be many men
that devotion pretend,
And make us beleeve
that true faith they'le defend ;
Three times in one day
to church they will goe :
Few Words are beft.
They cozen the world,
but I know what I know.
There be many rich men
both yeomen and gentry,
That for their owne private gaine
hurt a whole countrey,
By clofing free commons,
yet they'le make as though
Twere for common good ;
but I know what I know.
There be divers Papifts
that, to fave their fine,
Come to church once a moneth
to hear fervice divine.
The Pope gives them power
as they fay, to doe fo,
They fave money by't too,
but I know what I know.
There be many upftarts
that fpring from the cart,
Who gotten to the Court
play the gentleman's part :
Their fathers were plaine men,
they fcorne to be fo ;
They thinke themfelves brave,
but I know what I know.
ioo Few Words are beft,
There be many officers,
men of great place,
To whom if one fue
for their favour and grace,
He muft bribe their fervants,
while they make as though
They know no fuch thing ;
but I know what I know.
There be many women
that feeme very pure,
A kiffe from a ftranger
they'le hardly endure ;
They are like Lucretia,
modeft in mow :
I will accufe none,
but I know what I know.
Likewife there be many
diflembling men,
That feeme to hate drinking
and wenching, yet when
They meet with a wench
to the taverne they'le goe :
They are civill all day,
but I know what I know.
There be many batchelors
that, to beguile
Few Words are beft. 101
Beleeving kind lafles,
ufe many a wile :
They all fweare that they love,
when they meane nothing fo,
And boaft of thofe trickes ;
but I know what I know.
There's many an ufurer
that like a drone
Doth idly live
upon his money's lone :
From tens unto hundreds
his money doth grow ;
He fayes he doth good,
but I know what I know.
y
There be many gallants
that goe in gay rayment,
For which the taylor
did never receive payment :
They ruffle it out
with a gorgeous (how.
Some take them for knights,
but I know what I know.
There be many rovers
that fwagger and rore,
As though they in the warres had been
feven yeares and more ;
102
Few Words are beft.
And yet they never lookt
in the face of a foe :
They feeme gallant fparkes,
but I know what I know.
There's many, both women
and men, that appeare
With beautifull outfides,
the world's eyes to bleare ;
But all is not gold
that doth glifter in fhow :
They are fine with a fox,
but I know what I know.
There's many rich tradefmen
who live by deceit,
And in weight and meafure
the poore they doe cheat :
They'le not fweare an oath,
but, indeed, I, and no,
They truely proteft ;
but I know what I know.
There be many people
fo given to ftrife,
That they'le goe to law
for a twopenny knife :
The lawyers nere afke them
why they doe fo ;
Few Words are beft
They get by their hate,
but I know what I know.
I know where be many
will carpe at this ballet,
Becaufe it is like
fowre fawce to their pallet ;
But he, fhee, or they,
let me tell ere I goe,
If they fpeake againft this fong,
I know what I know.
103
104
The
Merchant's Daughter of Briftow.
To the Tune of " The Maiden's Joy."
[This narrative ballad, which is full of graceful but unadorned fim-
plicity, is mentioned in Fletcher's "Monfieur Thomas," (Acl: iii. Sc. 3.) j
by the name of "Maudlin the Merchant's Daughter." Two early edi- i
tions of it are known : one without printer's name, (clearly much !
older than the other) is that which we have ufed : we may conclude
that it was written confiderably before James I. came to the throne. It
was laft re-printed in 1738, but in that imprefiion it was much modern- !
ized and corrupted.]
EH OLD the touchftone of true love,
Maudlin the Merchant's Daughter of Brif
tow towne,
Whofe firme affedtion nothing could move;
This favour beares the lovely browne.
A gallant youth was dwelling by,
Which many yeares had borne this lady great good will;
Shee loved him fo faithfully,
But all her friends withftood it ftill.
The young man now, perceiving well
He could not get nor win the favour of her friends,
The force of forrow to expell
To view ftrange countreys hee intends.
The Merchant's Daughter. 105
And now, to take his laft farewell
Of his true love, his faire and conftant Maudlen,
With muficke fweete that did excell
Hee plaies under her window then.
Farewell (quoth he) mine owne true love,
Farewell, my deare, and chiefeft treafure of my heart !
Through fortune's fpight, that falfe did prove,
I am inforc'd from thee to part,
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 Briftow towne, therefore, adieu,
For Padua mall bee my habitation now ;
Although my love doth lodge in thee,
To whom alone my heart I vow.
With trickling teares this hee did fing,
With fighs and fobs defcending from his heart full fore:
Hee faid, when he his hands did wring,
Farewell, fweet love, for evermore !
Fair Maudlin, from a window high
Beholding her true love with muficke where hee flood,
But not a word me durft reply,
Fearing her parents angry mood.
io6 The Merchant's Daughter.
In teares (he fpent this dolefull night,
Wifhing (though naked) with her faithfull friend :
She blames her friends, and fortune's fpight,
That wrought their loves fuch lucklefle end.
And in her heart fhee made a vow
Cleane to forfake 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 fhee did rife :
She gets her downe in a lower roome,
Where fundrie feamen me efpies.
A gallant mailer amongft them all,
(The mailer of a faire and goodlie fhip was he)
Who there flood waiting in the hall,
To fpeake with her father, if it might be.
She kindly takes him by the hand,
Good fir (faid fhee) would you fpeake with any heere?
Quoth he, faire maid, therefore I fland :
Then, gentle Sir, I pray you draw neere.
Into a pleafant parlour by,
With hand in hand fhe brings the feaman all alone ;
Sighing to him mofl piteoufly,
She thus to him did make her moane.
The Merchant's Daughter. 107
Shee falls upon her tender knee :
Good fir (me faid) now pittie you a woman's woe,
And prove a faithfull friend to me,
That I my griefe to you may mew.
Sith you repofe your truft, he faid,
To me that am unknowne, and eke a ftranger heere,
Be you afliir'd, moft proper maid,
Moft faithfull ftill I will appeare.
I have a brother, then, quoth fhee,
Whom as my life I love and favour tenderlie :
In Padua, alas ! is he,
Full ficke, God wot, and like to die.
And faine I would my brother fee,
But that my father will not yeeld to let me goe ;
Wherefore, good fir, be good to mee,
And unto me this favour mew.
Some fhip-boye's garment bring to mee,
That I difguifd may goe away from hence unknowne;
And unto fea He goe with thee,
If thus much favour may be fhowne.
Faire maid (quoth he) take heere my hand :
I will fulfill each thing that you defire,
And fet you fafe in that fame land,
And in that place that you require.
io8
The Merchant's Daughter.
She gave him then a tender kifle,
And faith, your fervant, gallant mafter, will I be,
And prove your faithfull friend for this,
Sweet mafter, then, forget not me.
This done, as they had both decreed,
Soone after (early) before the breake of day,
He brings her garments then with fpeed,
Wherein me doth her felfe array:
And ere her father did arife,
Shee meets her mafter as he walkes in the hall :
Shee did attend on him likewife,
Even till her father did him call.
But ere the Merchant made an end
Of all the matters to the mafter he could fay,
His wife came weeping in with Ipeed,
Saying, our daughter is gone away!
The Merchant, thus amaz'd in mind,
Yonder vile wretch intic'd away my child, quoth he -r
But, well I wot, I fhall him find
At Padua, in Italy.
With that befpake the mafter brave :
Worfhipfull mafter, thither goes this pretty youth,
And any thing that you would have,
He will performe it, and write the truth.
The Merchant's Daughter. 109
Sweet youth (quoth hee) if it be fo,
Beare me a letter to the Englifh marchants there,
And gold on thee I will beftow :
My daughter's welfare I do feare.
Her mother takes her by the hand ;
Faire youth (qd (he) if there thou doft my daughter fee,
Let me thereof foone underftand,
And there is twenty crownes for thee.
hus, through the daughter's ftrange difguife,
The mother knew not when mee fpake unto her child;
And after her mafter ftraightway mee hies,
Taking her leave with countenance milde.
Thus to the fea faire Maudlin is gone
With her gentle mafter : God fend them a merry wind ;
Where wee a while muft let them alone,
Till you the fecond part doe find.
FINIS PART I.
no The Merchant's Daughter.
THE SECOND PART.
To the fame Tune.
WELCOME, fweete Maudlin, from the fea,
Where bitter ftormes and tempefts doe arife :
The plefant bankes of Italy
Wee may behold with mortal eyes.
Thankes, gentle mafter, then quoth fhee :
A faithfull friend in forrow haft thou beene ;
If fortune once doth fmile on mee,
My thankfull heart fhall well bee feene.
Bleft be the land that feedes my love !
Bleft be the place where as his perfon doth abide !
No triall will I fticke to prove,
Whereby my true love may be tride.
Nowe will I walke with joyful heart,
To viewe the to wne where as my darlinge doth remaine,
And feeke him out in every part,
Untill I doe his fight attaine.
And I, quoth he, will not forfake
Sweete Maudlin in her forrow up and downe :
In wealth and woe thy part He take,
And bring thee fafe to Padua to wne.
The Merchant's Daughter.
And after many wearie fteps
In Padua they fafely doe arrive at laft :
For very joy her heart it leapes ;
She thinkes not of her forrowes paft.
Condemned to dye hee was, alas !
Except he would from his religion turne ;
But rather then hee would to mafic,
In fiery flames he vow'd to burne.
Now doth Maudlin weepe and waile :
Her joy is chang'd to weeping, forrow, griefe and care;
But nothing could her plaints prevaile,
For death alone muft be his mare.
Shee walkes under the prifon walls,
Where her true love doth lye and languim in diftrefle;
Moft wofully for foode he calls,
When hunger did his heart opprefle.
He fighs and fobs and makes great moane :
Farewell, hee faid, fweete England, now for evermore,
And all my friends that have me knowne
In Briftow towne with wealth and ftore.
But moft of all farewell, quoth hee,
My owne true love,fweet Maudlin, 'whom I left behind;
For never more mall I fee thee.
Woe to thy father moft unkind !
ill
112
The Merchant's Daughter.
How well were I, if thou wert here,
With thy faire hands to clofe thefe wretched eyes :
My torments eafie would appeare ;
My foule with joy fhall fcale the ikies.
When Maudlin heard her lover's moane,
Her eyes with teares, her heart with forrow filled w;
To fpeake with him no meanes is knowne,
Such grievous doome on him did pafle.
Then fhee caft off her lad's attire ;
A maiden's weede upon her back me feemely fet
To the judge's houfe fhee did enquire,
And there fhee did a fervice get.
Shee did her duty there fo well,
And eke fo prudently me did her felfe behave,
With her in love her matter fell ;
His fervant's favour hee doth crave.
Maudlin, quoth hee, my heart's delight,
To whom my heart is in affedlion tied,
Breed not my death through thy defpight ;
A faithfull friend I will be tryed.
Grant me thy love, faire maid, quoth hee,
And at my hands require what thou canft devife,
And I will grant it unto thee,
Whereby thy credit may arife.
The Merchant's Daughter. 1 1 3
I have a brother, fir, me faid,
For his religion is now condemned to dye :
In loathfome prifon hee is layd,
Oppreft with griefe and mifery.
Grant me my brother's life, fhee faid,
And to you my love and liking I will give.
That may not be, quoth hee, faire maid ;
Except he turne, he cannot live.
An Englifh Frier there is, fhee faid,
Of learning great and paffing pure of life,
:t him to my brother be fent,
jid he will finifh foone the ftrife.
[er mafter hearing this requeft,
'he marriner in frier's weed fhe did array,
And to her love, that lay diftreft,
Shee did a letter ftraight convey.
When hee had read thefe gentle lines,
His heart was ravifhed with fudden joy ;
Where now fhee was full well hee knew :
The frier likewife was not coy ;
But did declare to him at large
The enterprife for him his love had taken in hand.
The young man did the frier charge,
[is love fhould ftraight depart the land.
The Merchant's Daughter.
Here is no place for her, hee faid,
But woefull death and danger of her harmlefle life :
Profeffing truth I was betraid,
And fearfull flames muft end my ftrife.
For, ere I will my faith deny,
And fweare my felfe to follow damned Antichrift,
He yeeld my body for to die,
To live in heaven with the higheft.
O fir ! the gentle frier faid,
For your fweet love recant, and fave your wifhed life.
A wofull match, quoth hee, is made
Where Chrift is loft to win a wife.
When me had wrought all meanes that might
To fave her friend, and that me faw it would not bee,
Then of the judge fhee claimed her right,
To die the death as well as hee.
When no perfwafion could prevaile,
Nor change her mind in any thing that fhee had fai<
She was with him condemned to die,
And for them both one fire was made.
And arme in arme moft joyfully
Thefe lovers twaine unto the fire they did goe :
The marriner moft faithfully
Was likewife partner of their woe.
The Merchant's Daughter.
But when the judges underftood
The faithfull friendfhip did in them remaine,
They faved their lives ; and afterward
To England fent them home againe.
Now was their forrow turned to joy,
And faithfull lovers had now their heart's defire :
Their paines fo well they did imploy,
God granted that they did require.
And when they were to England come,
And in merry Briftow arrived at the laft,
Great joy there was to all and fome
That heard the dangers they had paft.
er gentle mafter fhee defired
To be her father, and at the church to give her then
It was fulfilled as fhee required,
Unto the joy of all good men.
n6
My pretty little one.
To a pleafant new Tune.
[We may perhaps carry this ballad back to the reign of Henry VIII.
the fcore of a fong of that date, called " My little pretty one," being
known (Chappell's Nat. Engl. Airs, ii. 167). It is indifputably very
old, although in the only impreffion that has come down to us — " Lon
don, Printed for W. Thackaray, T. Paflenger, and W. Whitwood "
— it has been modernized and obvioufly mifprinted. The full title con-
fifts of the burden " Come turn to me, thou pretty little one, and I will
turn to thee."]
WEET, if thou wilt be
As I am to thee,
Then, by Cupid's mother
I have vow'd to have
none other fhe.
Then turn to me, thou pretty little one,
and I will turn to thee.
Thofe bright eyes of thine,
Which do dazzle mine,
Like the ftars of heaven,
Which do keep their even
courfe and mine :
Then let us in conjunction meet,
and both our loves combine *
If that lovely face
Will to mine give place,
My pretty little one. 117
That with love's devotion,
We may ufe the motion
of imbrace,
Then fit thee down, my pretty little one,
and let us love a fpace.
What hurt is this
For to take a kifle ?
If it may be granted,
I that long have wanted
fuch a blifle,
Then be not fparing of a few,
whereas fuch plenty is.
If thy breafts do pant
For the milk they want,
Every hill and mountain
To fupply each fountain
be not fcant :
Then give to me thy lilly white hand,
and I thee mine will grant.
If fo be that I
May but thee come nigh,
The vine and elm mall never
Joyn more clofe together,
then will I :
Then mew thy fruits, my amorous joy,
and He with love fupply.
n8 My pretty little one.
If that thou doft crave
Silks and garments brave,
Or what rich attyre
Could thy heart defire
to receive,
Declare to me, thou pretty little one ;
thou canft but aik and have.
Sweet-heart, for thy fake
I will never make
Choice of any other ;
Then, by Cupid's mother,
freely fpeak.
Its at thy choice, my deareft love,
either to leave or take.
I thy mary gold,
Wrapt in many fold,
Like the golden clyent
To the fun fupplient,
mew its gold :
Difplay thy beams, my glorious fun,
and lie to thee unfold.
Thofe bright locks of hair,
Spreading o'er each ear,
Every crifp and curie
Far more rich then pearl
doth appear :
My pretty little one.
119
Then, be thou conftant in thy love,
and I will be thy dear.
Till I have pofleft
Thee, whom I love beft,
I have vow'd for ever,
In thy abfence never
to take reft.
Deny me not, thou pretty little one,
in whom my hopes are bleft.
If a kifTe or two
Can thee a favour do,
Were it more then twenty,
Love's indu'd with plenty
lovers know :
For thy fweet fake a thoufand take,
for that's the way to wooe.
It doth grieve my heart
From thee for to part ;
It is to me more pleafant
Ever to be prefent
where thou art :
Yet in the abfence of a friend
my love mall never ftart.
As to me thou art kind,
Duty fhall mee bind
I2O
My pretty little one.
Ever to obey thee ;
Reafon fo doth fway me
to thy mind :
Thou haft my heart where e're thou art,
although I ftay behind.
In thy bed or bark
I will be thy mark:
Couples yet more loving
Never had their moving
from the Ark.
Welcome to mee, my only joy,
all times, be it light or dark !
121
The Devil driven away
I by Women.
To the Tune of " Death's Dance."
[The tune to which the enfuing comic ballad was fung, is ftated on
the broadfide to be " Death's Dance," but it muft have been a differ
ent Dance of Death to that which ftands firft in our volume, as both
would not run to the fame air. We may conclude, therefore, that it
was " Death's Dance " which alfo went by the name of " The Shak
ing of the Sheet," and was popular in 1560, if not earlier. (Hift. Engl.
Dram. Poetry and the Stage, ii. 474.) The fomewhat peculiar title
of the old copy is this : —
" An excellent new Ditty, or
Which proveth that women the beft warriers be,
For they made the Devill from earth for to flee."
It was " Printed at London, for H. G." /. e. Henry Goflbn, who pub-
limed fo many productions for the amufement of the multitude.]
•
LD Beelzebub merry
difpofed to be,
To earth he did hurry,
fome paftime to fee :
A landlord he proved,
and leafes would let
To all them that loved
a long life to get.
R
122
The Devil driven
Come hither, all mortalls,
quoth the Devill of hell,
Come longtailes and curtailes
now unto my cell :
To you I here proffer
a bargaine to buy ;
If you'l take my offer,
you never mall dye.
This bargaine them pleafed,
they long'd it to gaine;
The ficke and difeafed
came thither amaine ;
And though they were crafie,
they thither could flye,
The fluggard and lazy
this bargaine would buy.
The gallants and gentry,
his love to embrace,
From city and country
flockt hither apace :
Long life they defired
with much jollity ;
Their hearts they were fired
this bargaine to buy.
The dames of the city
came hither with fpeed ;
Your merchant wives pretty
away by Women. 123
would feale to this deed,
To live with a lover
and never to dye :
Here curtefans hover
this bargaine to buy.
No females there wanted,
but hither they came ;
They came till they panted,
to purchafe the fame :
Wives, widdowes, and maidens
to the Devill did hye ;
Brave lafles and ladies
this bargaine would buy.
The lecher, which viewed
fuch pretty ones there,
His love was renewed,
and hee'd have a mare ;
And here he fojourned,
'caufe never hee'd dye :
His heart it was burned
this bargaine to buy.
Now wicked fonnes came in,
that had their meanes fpent
In dicing and gaming,
to this office went :
Apace they here gather,
becaufe they'd not dye,
The Devil driven
But to outlive their father
this bargaine they'd buy.
Next comes the fhoomaker
to crave a long life,
Here to be partaker
he brought his fine wife.
The taylor attends here ;
for money they cry,
And follow the fpender
this bargaine to buy.
The ufurers follow
that pawnes have in hand ;
With whoop and with hollow
they call for the land,
Which fpend-thrifts pawne to them,
while for cafh they hye :
To live to undoe them
this bargaine they'll buy.
Next came thefe rich farmers
that coozin the poore,
And hoord up in corners
provifion and ftore ;
To live till a deare yeere,
and never to dye,
Thefe greedy corn-mizers
this bargaine would buy.
away by Women. 125
Now brokers came hither,
that in their hands had
Pawnes heaped together,
both good ones and bad :
To live till they view them
all forfeited lye,
To the Devill they fue them
this bargaine to buy
This purchafe contented
the Devill of hell,
To fee fuch flockes enter
all into his cell ;
Yet ftill he proclaimed
they never mould dye,
Who ere it was aimed
this bargaine to buy.
Next came the poore women
that cry fifh and oyflers ;
They flocke here in common,
and many great clutters :
They ran hither fcolding
and to the Devill cry,
Sir, wee'd be beholding
this bargaine to buy.
But when thefe came hither
they kept fuch a noife,
Each brabled with other
126
The Devil driven away
which firft fhould have choife,
As that their noyfe frighted
the Devill of hell:
No more he delighted
fuch bargaines to fell.
Quoth he, I muft from them,
for fhould I ftay here,
In pieces among them
my body they'l teare :
Quoth he, I am willing
to deale among men,
But nere will have dealing
'mongft women agen.
127
The
Lamentation of Englande.
To the Tune of " Weepe, weepe."
[It is impoflible now to afcertain whom the initials W. M. at the
end of this hiftorical ballad reprefent : he wrote it in 1584, and two
years afterwards Thomas Deloney penned an effufion of precifely the
fame character, and to the fame tune, upon the execution of Ballard
Babbington, &c. (See "Old Ballads" printed for the Percy Society
in 1840, p. 101.) This "Lamentation" on the execution of Throg-
morton contains fome particulars connected with his death that are not
given by our Chroniclers, and the mention of the execution of Arden, a
relation of Shakefpeare by his mother's fide, is interefting. The title
of the ballad in the old black-letter copy runs thus : " The Lamen
tation of Englande for the late Treafons confpired againft the Queene's
Majeftie, and the whole Realme, by Francis Throgmorton, who was
executed for the fame at Tyborne on Friday, being the tenth day
of July laft part, 1584." After the notice of the tune to which it
was to be fung come the following lines, as the burden at the end of
every ftanza,
" Pray, pray, and praife the Lord, whofe wondrous works are feene,
That brought to light the fecret fnare laid lately for our Queene."
It was " Imprinted at London by Richard Jhones."]
ITH brinifhe teares and fobbing fighes,
I, Englande, pine in paine,
To fee and heare fuch fecret fedtes
among my people raine :
Now being in my golden prime,
where nedlar fweete doth flowe,
128 The Lamentation of Englande.
And where the facred worde is taught,
eche Chriftian's joye to fhowe.
And where the Lord of Lords hath fet
his handmaide pure and cleene,
Annoynting her my rightfull Prince,
to reigne a royall Queene ;
Indued with wifedome from above,
and ftorde with knowledge great,
That flying fame throughout the world
her praifes doth repeate.
Who to the facred worde doth flande
with zeale and godly minde,
Maintaining truth, embracing faith,
and to eche fubjeft kinde.
Alas ! why then, my people deare,
what is the caufe you fwerve
Againft the Lord's annoynted fo,
your owne felfe willes to ferve ?
Have you not peace and plentie both,
which other realmes do want?
Have you not worldly pleafures ftore,
whereof there is no fkant ?
Have I not not foftered you with foode,
which Nature bringeth foorth ?
Have I not fed you dayntily,
with milke and hony both ?
The Lamentation of Englande. 129
And have not I a carefull Prince,
the prop of all your flay,
Which loveth me, which cares for you,
and prayes for us eche day ?
What is the caufe fuch mifchiefes, then,
among you doe remaine ?
Truely, the fulnes of the flefli,
which you fo much obtaine.
It makes me weepe with trickling teares,
and wring my hands full colde,
To heare, to fee, and thinke upon,
the dangers manyfolde,
My loving Prince and Queene is in
by means of Satan's crew,
Which often doth confpire the death
Of her, my lover true.
How many mifcheefes are devifed ?
how many wayes are wrought ?
How many vilde confpiracies
againft her Grace are fought ?
Yet God, that rules in heaven above,
lookes downe on earth belowe,
Who dauntes them in their wickednefle,
and doth his power fhowe.
For when his highnes doth perceive
that dangers are at hande,
i3° The Lamentation of Englande
Then doth he fhewe by fecret meanes
thofe perils to withftande ;
And will not let his chofen flocke
to perifhe on the earth,
But doth her fecret foes confounde
by meanes of fhamefull death.
As late was feene by Arden he,
and Sommervile alfo,
intend Who did prctcnde to kill my Queene,
and worke her fubjefts woe :
But God who doth her ftill defende,
her Grace he did preferve,
And wrought a fhame unto them felves,
as they did beft deferve.
Throgmorton lately did conipire
to overthrowe the State,
That ftrangers might invade the realme
upon an evening late,
And lande in places where he knewe
the realme was fomething weake,
The fecret of which thing he did
to forraigne Princes breake.
His dealing with the Queen of Scottes,
by letters to and fro,
Informing her and other States
of all that he did knowe ;
The Lamentation of Englande.
What freends in England they fhould find,
What power they fhould bring,
Our Queene thereby for to difplace ;
this was a wofull thing.
He fought to difpoflefle my Queene
Of dignitie and crowne,
And place a ftranger in her ftate,
thereby to tread her downe :
Ireland and Scotland, by advife,
the enemie fhould invade,
Then into England bring a power,
as he the plat had made.
Thefe were the treafons which he wrought,
my good Queene to difplace,
To fpoyle the ftate of all this realme,
Such was his want of grace :
But God, who doth protect me ftill,
offended at the fame,
Even in his yong and tender yeares,
did cut him off with fhame.
O, thou Throgmorton, wicked wight !
why didft thou this devife ?
Why did the feare of God and Prince
depart fo from thine eyes ?
No rebelles power fhall her difplace,
God will defende her ftill ;
132 The Lamentation of Englande,
Her fubjeftes all will loofe their lives,
ere tray tors have their will.
And though he florifht for a fpace,
in feeking his intent,
When to the pit's brinke that he came,
God did his worke prevent ;
And did preferve, in fpight of him,
his chofen veflell pure,
That me might florim flill in peace,
my comfort to procure.
When as the fervants of the Lorde,
I meane the children three,
Were put into the fierie oven,
deflroyed for to bee,
Then fierie flames did them no harme,
they fung and prayed with joye,
And thofe which flood to worke their woe,
the fparkles did deflroye.
And when the children of the Lord
King Pharao did purfue,
To drowne them in the foming floods,
God was a captaine true :
The waves like walles flood on eche fide,
and they free pafladge founde,
And Pharao with his mightie hofle
came after, and was drounde.
The Lamentation of Englande. 133
Even fo the Lord, by his great might,
my comfort doth maintaine,
In keeping and preferving ftill
my Prince from traitors traine :
And did preferve her from the harmes
Throgmorton did pretende,
Who even at Tyborne for the fame
did make a fhamefull ende.
And though fuch impes do worke her fpite
ten thoufande kinde of waies,
Yea, though the devill himfelfe do fite,
to fpoyle her golden daies,
Yet if the Lorde defende my wrong,
their courage foone fhall quaile :
So long as God ftands on her fide,
no power fhall prevaile.
Therefore, my loving people deare,
graunt England her requeft,
Pray to the Lord, him ferve with feare,
and traitors hearts deleft :
Embrace the truth, lay holde on faith,
walke in the path of peace,
Obey your Prince, fight in her caufe,
and England's wealth encreafe.
And with new warning take new hearts,
olde venomed minds deteft ;
134 The Lamentation of Englande
Efchue all finne, encreafe good works,
that you in peace may reft.
From all olde cuftomes that are evill,
put on the new man Chrift,
And newly change your former lives,
and learne to pleafe the higheft.
W. M.
FINIS.
'35
Be merry, Friends.
To be fung to a new Tune.
[This, in its original ftate, is a ballad of the time of Henry the VIII.
Edward VI. or Mary, for its author, John Heywood, wrote in thofe
reigns, and it exifts in a manufcript of about that time formerly in the
library of Mr. Bright. Our copy is evidently in many places a clever
modernization, and it was " Printed for Thomas Millington in Cornhill"
foon after the year 1600. In Mr. Bright's manufcript fome of the ftanzas
are incomplete, but in the broadfide the deficiencies were fupplied, either
from a better copy or by conjecture. It appears from a MS. in the
pofTeflion of Lord Francis Egerton that John Heywood was (till living
in 1576, and that he was a native of Kent.]
:
E merry, friends, and take no thought;
For worldly cares now care ye nought,
For who fo doth, when all is fought,
Shall find that thought availeth not.
Be merry, friends !
And fuch as have all wealth at will,
Their wills and pleafures to fulfill,
Need never grudge at any ill,
Nor need I ling this fong untill.
Be merry, friends !
136
Be merry. Friends.
But unto fuch as wifh and want,
Whofe worldly wealth is very fcant,
No wealth to fpend, no land to plant,
To them it is I chiefly chant
Be merry, friends !
To fuch as have had grief annext
Unto their lives, extremely vext,
In worldly ftorms toft, and perplext,
To them I fing this fhort fweet text,
Be merry, friends !
To laugh and winne each man agrees,
lofe
But each man cannot laugh and leefe ;
Yet laughing in the laft of thefe
Hath been allowd in all degrees.
Be merry, friends !
Be merry in forrow, the wife have faide,
Which faying, being wifely waide,
It feems a leflbn truly made
For thofe whom forrows ft ill invade.
Be merry, friends !
Make not two forrowes out of one,
For one is fure enough alone ;
To graft new forrow there upon
Is graffing crab with crab, ne're done.
Be merry, friends !
Be merry, Friends.
137
To take our forrows mournfully
Augmenteth but our malady ;
But taking forrows merrily
Maketh them fmaller, verily.
Be merry, friends !
Of griefes to come ftand not in fray,
But make defence, the beft you may ;
Which done, no more to do or fay,
Come what come mall, but care away.
Be merry, friends !
If forrowes come we can not flee,
But needs they muft indured bee,
Make vertue of neceffitie,
And bear thy felfe right manfullie.
Be merry, friends !
Be ever joyous, lofe or winne,
So be no fault of thine therein ;
Do not be firft for to beginne :
The only grief is truly fmne.
Be merry, friends !
If friends be loft, then get thee more ;
If wealth be loft, thou ftill haft ftore ;
The merry man is never poor,
He lives upon the world : therefore,
Be merry, friends !
138 Be merry , Friends.
The lofs of wealth is lofs of dirt,
As fages in all times aflert :
The happy man's without a fhirt,
And never comes to maim or hurt.
Be merry, friends !
All feafons are to him the fpring,
In flowers bright and florifhing,
With birds upon the tree or wing,
Who in their fafhion alway fing
Be merry, friends !
If that thy doublet has a hole in,
Why, it can keep the lefs thy foule in,
Which rangeth foorth beyond controulling,
Whilft thou haft nought to do, but trolling
Be merry, friends !
Be merry in God, St. Paule faith plaine :
Be merry in God, I fay again,
And let not his advice be vain ;
Or if thou wilt, thou cannot complain.
Be merry, friends !
Let the world flide, let the world go :
A fig for care, and a fig for woe !
If I cant pay, why, I can owe ;
And death makes equall the high and low.
Be merry, friends !
JOHN HEYWOOD,
Epitaph on Bifhop Jewell.
[This broadfide is in the form of a ballad, and it was the compofi-
tion of one of the moft notorious authors of fuch pieces : it relates,
alfo, to an individual of the higheft eminence in the Church, and until
now it has never been re-printed from the old copy, nor mentioned
in any lift of Elderton's productions. Thefe are the reafons which
have led to its infertion here : the full title of the unique broadfide
is, "An Epitaphe uppon the Death of the Right Reverend and learned
Father in God, I. Juell, Doctor of Divinitie, and Biftiop of Sarif-
burie, whom God called to his marcie the 22 of September, 1571."
Anthony Wood (Ath. Oxon. i. 395. edit. Blifs ) gives the day of
Jewell's death 23 Sept. The colophon runs thus : u Imprynted at
London in Fleete-ftreate, beneath the Conduit at the figne of S. John
Evangelift by Thomas Colwell."]
HE Juell of our joye is gone!
the happie heavens have wonne
The greateft gift that ever was
with us beneth the fonne :
Which makes fuch weeping eyes
in Sallelbury, they faye,
As all the ronning ftreames thereof,
can never wafhe awaye.
Alas ! is Juell dead,
the folder of the flocke ?
If Death hath caught the diall up,
then who fhall keepe the clocke ?
140 Epitaph on Bifhop Jewell
O God ! what greefe is this,
thye charie Church fhould want
A Bifhoppe of fo good a grace,
wher good men be fo fkant.
Wee feare the plague, they faye,
but fuch a plague as this,
Sithens I was borne I never knewe,
certainly nor never ihall i'wis :
Yet are there fome behinde,
I truft, will learne to knowe,
How Juell to his dieng daye
his talents did beftowe.
So bufie at his booke,
to bring the truth to light,
As they that lyke the redie way,
maye looke and finde it right.
His houfe and houfholde was
fo kept, for his degree,
As Paull in his Epiftles wrightes
a Bifhoppes houfe fhould be.
His diocefle, I beleeve,
he kept in fo good awe,
As vertue is content to fweare,
they lived within her la we.
Epitaph on Bilhop Jewell. 141
His handes and harte were free,
the needle could not lacke ;
Such peace and Concorde planted hee,
as nothing went to wracke.
And charie went to churche
himfelfe by breake of daye,
That his example might procure
the reft to go that waye :
And gave unto his men
their dueties when he died, debts
With large and lordlie recompence :
this can not be denied.
Alas ! with piteous mone
all Chriftians now maye weepe,
That wee have fuch a fhepard gone :
God helpe the felie fheepe !
Methinkes, I fee in heaven
triumphant Truth appeare,
And Faythfulnes, which fpeake alowde,
Let Juell nowe come neare.
Th' Appoftelles all do preafe, prefs
methinkes, to fee his face ;
And all the angells go about
to bring him to his place :
X42 Epitaph on Bilhop Jewell.
Even Chrift himfelfe, me thinkes,
I fee begins to fmile,
And faith, Beholde my chofen frend,
I lookte for all this while.
And Abraham rendes his clothes,
and bowells out his breft,
And fayth to Juell, Jumpe in here,
and take thye quiet reft.
W. ELDERTON,
143
The
Father's Admonition.
To the Tune of " Grim King of the Ghofts."
[This ballad is not of a very early date, although it is impoflible to
fettle that date with any degree of accuracy. It was written to the
tune of a fong in Percy's Reliques, ii. 395. (Edit. 1812.) there printed
under the title of " The Lunatic Lover," beginning
" Grim king of ghofts, make hafte."
The air long continued popular, and Rowe wrote to it his famous fong,
" Defpairing befide a clear ftream," &c. The ballad here given is from
a copy " Printed for P. Brookfby, J.Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back,"
which muft have been a comparatively modern re-print, iflued late in
the feventeenth century, with the following title : " The Father's
wholefome Admonition, or a lumping Pennyworth of good Counfel for
bad Hufoands."]
; Y fon, if you reckon to wed,
and take your felf to a kind wife,
Then, then, let it never be faid,
but that you'll reform your old life :
There's many good pounds you have fpent,
the which you had reafon to prize ;
But labour in time to repent :
'tis good to be merry and wife.
144 The Father's Admonition.
Be fure keep a penny in ftore,
'twill help you when friends they may fail,
For fhould you fpend all, and grow poor,
your cafe you'll have caufe to bewail :
In troubles you'll ftrangely be huiTd,
the which will your fenfes furprife ;
But he that will thrive in this world
muft learn to be merry and wife.
Perchance you may meet with a friend,
which doth to your dealings belong,
If with him a tefter you fpend,
this can do you no great wrong ;
And then to your labour again,
it being enough to fuffice.
This care will your houfehold maintain :
'tis good to be merry and wife.
There's many a woman well bred
has marry'd a prodigal knave,
So that, the fame day me was wed,
'twere better me had gone to her grave :
Her lands and her livings all fold,
which cauf 'd tears to flow from her eyes ;
And likewife true friendship grew cold :
then, 'tis good to be merry and wife.
Son, if a rich wife be thy lot,
be careful and thrifty, I pray,
The Father's Admonition. 14.5
For means is not eafily got,
as it may be fquander'd away.
Be carefull, and always contrive
thofe temporall bleffings to prize,
For he that is willing to thrive
muft learn to be merry and wife.
There's fome that are abfolute poor,
as well I can make it appear,
Who will in ftrong liquor fpend more
than fome that have hundreds a year ;
And bring their poor families low,
and can't get wherewith to fuffice :
But that man would never do fo,
who learns to be merry and wife.
The workman that is a boon lad,
you'll find his condition is thus ;
If trading fhould chance to grow bad,
he fcarce has a groat in his purfe :
While he that doth get, fpend, and fave,
has always enough to fuffice.
Then, fon, if this bleffing you'd have,
pray learn to be merry and wife.
This counfel which to you I give,
oh ! prize it more dearer than gold,
And then you in credit may live,
and fave fomething while you grow old :
u
146
The Father's Admonition.
There's many have dearly bought wit,
when fathers' good words they defpife.
My fon, ne'er fpend all that you get,
but learn to be merry and wife.
Great getters, that fpend all, are like
the cow that gives much at a meal,
Who, having done, ftraightway doth ftrike,
and kick it all down with her heel. .
Act like the induftrious bee,
and ; then you to riches may rife ;
And flourishing days you will fee,
if you'll but be merry and wife.
J47
The Praife of Nothing.
To the Tune of " Though I have but a marke a yeare, &c."
[In 1585, Sir Edward Dyer printed a brief profe tract called "The
Prayfe of Nothing." The following clever ballad feems a verfified imi
tation of it, and being intended for the amufement of the crowd, treats
fome of the topics popularly, which Sir Edward Dyer had dealt with
learnedly. It will call to mind in feyeral places the poem long
afterwards attributed to the Earl of Rochefter, who, however, feems to
have borrowed more clofely from the Capitolo of Francefco Copetta,
nel quale fi lodano le Noncovelle^ publimed as early as 1548. To the
general title of the ballad, " The praife of Nothing," are added the fol
lowing lines :
" Though fome do wonder why I write the praife
Of Nothing in thefe lamentable daies,
When they have read, and will my counfell take,
I hope of Nothing they will Something make ! "
From the expreflion " in thefe lamentable days," we are perhaps to in
fer that the plague, as it was called, was prevailing in London when the
ballad was compofed. Our text has the imprint of " H. Goflbn,
dwelling upon London-Bridge, nere the Gate." Had not the ballad
been written before the date of Shakefpeare's comedy, it would, per
haps, have been called " Much ado about Nothing."]
HE praife of wifdom fome doe write3
and fome the praife of money,
And every one, like bees to thj hive,
from fomething gather hony :
148 The Praife of Nothing.
But if my genius doe not faile
To prompt me, ere I end my tale
You'll find that Nothing will prevaile;
for all muft turne to Nothing.
Nothing was firfr and fhall be laft,
for Nothing holds for ever ;
And Nothing ever yet fcap't death,
fo can't the longeft liver :
Nothing's immortall ; Nothing can
From crofles ever keepe a man :
Nothing can live when the world is gone,
for all fhall come to Nothing.
Nothing in all the world be finde
with forrow more perplexed,
Than he that with a fcolding wife
eternally is vexed,
Whofe tongue by Nothing can be quel'd,
Although with red hot pincers held,
For me will to no reafon yeeld,
but fcold and brawle for Nothing.
Nothing is fwifter then the winde,
or lighter than a feather,
Yet I another thing have found,
which quite excelleth either :
A harlot's love that every day
Is chang'd and fwiftly blowne away;
The Praife of Nothing. 149
But what's more light then her, I pray ?
the wifeman anfweres, Nothing.
Nothing (hall therefore pleafe me more
than women to abandon;
For if that I mould fall in love
or joyne with fuch a wanton,
Shee'd breake my very heart-firings fure,
Or I muft Vulcan's lot endure,
And patiently abide the cure,
or elfe be help'd by Nothing.
Take you heed, then, unmarried lads,
before you grow a lover,
And ere too foone you chufe a wife
with honeft patience prove her ;
For Nothing can againe unwed,
Nor cure a cuckold's aking head ;
Befides, once loft, a maiden-head
can be recal'd by Nothing.
In heat of war Nothing is fafe ;
in peace Nothing refpedted,
But ill got wealth, which to procure
no vice at all's neglected .
The fonne doth wifh his father's end,
That he may have his wealth to fpend ;
But let fuch lads their manners mend,
or all will come to Nothing.
i5° The Praife of Nothing.
Nothing is fafe by fea or land,
nor alwaies free from danger,
Which is committed to the truft
of either friend or ftranger;
For Nothing in the world remaines,
But for their private ends or gaines
They'l hav't, although they break their brains,
or bring themfelves to Nothing.
Nothing's regarded more then gold,
but vertue's quite decay'd ;
For gold the ufurer fets his foule,
which muft at laft be paid,
When Nothing from the grave can call
Such mizers, who their foules inthrall
To gripe and hoord the devill and all ;
but better they had Nothing.
Nothing can from the fight of God
conceale the faults of any,
For his cleare eye can fearch into
the fmalleft chinke or cranny:
He can within thy heart efpy
The fecret'ft finnes which there doe lye,
But if you to repentance hie,
they mall appeare as Nothing.
Nothing therefore hereafter feeke,
but vertue, vice detefting,
The Praife of Nothing. 151
With pureft robes of fanftity
your humble foule inverting ;
And feeke you after no fuch thing
Which may your foule to forrow bring,
Or while thou liv'ft thy confcience rting,
or elfe defire Nothing.
For though but little thou art worth,
yet Nothing doft defire,
Nor coveteft thy neighbour's goods,
nor 'bove thy felfe afpire,
But refteft honeftly content
With that poore little God hath fent,
Thou mayft difperfe in merriment,
and fay thou wants for Nothing.
When earth-wormes fpend their dayes in care,
and nere can reft in quiet,
Nor with the feare to lofe their gold
have time to fleepe or dyet ;
But with a fad and penfive minde
Still ftudying how the poore to grinde,
Untill at laft with forrow finde
themfelves are turn'd to Nothing.
And thus you now have heard the praife
of Nothing, worth a penny,
Which as I ftand to fmg here now
I hope will yeeld me many :
152
The Praife of Nothing.
But if that price be held too deare,
Or any miflike this counfell here,
He may depart with a flea in's eare,
for I will give him Nothing.
FINIS.
£anffiorne &nc£awjro(e CancCefC
, flange oufjrour figf&s fieare
J53
The Norfolk Farmer's
Journey to London.
To the Tune of" The Spanifh Pavin."
[The name of Edward Ford is new in our ballad-poetry, though not
in our literature, as he was known as a writer in the reign of James I :
poflibly he was related to John Ford the dramatift. He has left us
an amufing picture of manners in the enfuing fatirical effufion, in which
he fuppofes an old Norfolk farmer and his wife to come to town to
vifit relations, who receive them very inhofpitably : the points, in which
various places in London are defcribed, are curious ; but the dialogue
is irregularly conducted, and mixed up with narrative matter. The
full title is as follows : u A merry Difcourfe betweene Norfolke
Thomas and Sifly Standtoo't, his wife ; together with their thanklefTe
journey from Norfolk to London, onely to fee their friends, and how
they doe refpecl: and entertaine 'um for their love and labour :
Which fhewes that this fame age, moft certaine true,
Is onely for to afke yee how ye doe."
It was " Printed by M. P. for F. C." confiderably later, we appre
hend, than the firft appearance of the broadfide, which clearly came
out during the prevalence of the plague, perhaps in 1603.]
O London is mad Thomas come,
With Sifly, here, his wife alone,
To fee fome friends, I hear, are gone
to heaven a while ago :
But I do hope it is a lye,
x
'54
The Norfolk Farmer's
As I fhall find it by and by,
Or elfe poore Tom and Siffe fhould cry,
till Doomes-day.
Thomas.
For though they be none of the beft,
I fhould be loath, I do proteft,
To hear that they are gone to reft,
and never take their leave :
For I do love 'urn all fo well,
A little thing would make me dwell
Within the founding of Bow-bell,
at London.
Sify.
Nay, hufband, do not you fay fo :
Our cottage poore wee'l not forgo
For the beft houfe that ftands aroe
'twixt Cheap and Charing Crofle ;
For though our houfe be thatch't with ftraw,
We do not live, as fome, in awe,
For 'tis our own by common law,
in Norfolke.
Befides, we live at heart's content :
We take no care to pay our rent,
For that is done incontinent,
in twinkling of an eye ;
When here at London, as they fay,
Journey to London. 155
They brawle and brabble every day,
And few or none but finds a way
to Hogdfdon.
Thomas.
Mum, Sifly ; keejtyour clapper frill ;
There's them can hear at Highgate Hill :
There's rats has been in Peggie's mill,
or elfe fhe lies her felfe.
What if the world be vilde and bad, vile
Shall I be fuch a foolifh lad
To blaze and noyfe it all abroad ?
I fcorn it.
Although, indeed, I muft confefle
Thou fpeak'ft but truth, my honeft Sifle,
Yet ever while you live marke this,
and take it for a rule,
That every chimney muft not fmoake,
Nor every begger weare a cloake,
Nor every truth muft not be fpoke,
in fadnefTe.
But hang that cobler and his ends,
That lives too well, and never mends :
Would they were whipt that nere offends !
peace, chuck; I meane not thee.
But thou wilt fcold fometime, I know,
156 The Norfolk Farmer's
The more is Thomas Stand toot's wo ;
But, hang it, come let's trip and go
to Fleetftreet,
And thus they trudg'd along the ftreet.
With many a juftle they^iid meet,
Which put poore Thomas in a fweat,
and fomething angry too ;
Which made him think they told a lye
That faid there did fo many dye,
When as he could not go hardly
for people.
Sijly.
At length quoth me, good hulband, flay,
And tell me what this place is, pray,
Where things are carried as they may ?
I never faw the like.
For yonder' s one doth ride in ftate,
And here's a begger at a gate,
And there's a woman that will prate
for nothing.
See, here is one that foundly beats,
And thumps his hemp untill he fweats ;
And there's another greedy eats :
I fear hee'l choke himfelfe.
And yonder goes a gallant bilk,
Journey to London. 157
And there's a woman winding filk,
And here's another fetches milk
at Hackney.
And here's the prettieft fight of all,
A woman that is mighty tall,
And yet her fpoufe a little fquall :
I wonder how they met.
And here's a man in armour ftands,
And has, it feemes, loft both his hands :
'Tis pitty that he has no lands
to keep him.
Now, you mujl by this time fuppofe them about the
Exchange.
And here's a world of people fine,
That do in filks and fatins mine :
I would that fuite and cloak were mine.
I hope I wifh no harme.
And here hangs piftures two or three,
The beft that ever I did fee :
I thinke one looks full butt at me,
and laughs too.
And here's a man hath many a rat,
Both in his hand and on his hat :
Me thinks he keeps 'urn very fat.
O ftrange ! what tailes they have.
158 The Norfolk Farmer's
And here's a gentlewoman, too,
That hides her face from me and you :
I wonder what me meanes to do
in fummer.
And here's an empty church, I fee :
Great pitty 'tis, moft certainly,
It fhould indeed no fuller be,
and all thefe people here.
And there's an old man carries wood,
And here's a young man doth no good ;
And here's a woman wears a hood ;
hey dazie !
Thomas.
Come, Sifly, let us go along,
And not ftand gaping here among
A fort of people that do throng :
I never faw the like.
But let us to our brother go,
That will us welcome well, I know,
For he himfelfe did tell me fo,
at Norfolk.
Soft ! let us knock, for here's the doore ;
But if becaufe our cloathes are poore,
They fhould not let us in therefore,
'two'd make a dog to laugh :
For I have heard my mother fay,
Journey to London. 159
That if a man fall to decay,
There's few or none will bid him flay,
y'are welcome.
But filence ! not a word but mum ;
For fee, our brother now doth come.
Me thinks he looks as he were dum :
what makes him not to fpeake ?
Good brother, we our loves unfold,
For though my Sifle and I are old,
Yet we have made a little bold,
to fee you.
Brother.
And truly I do thank you for't ;
Ye'r welcome both with all my heart :
Wee'l drink a cup before we part,
an't pleafe you but to ftay.
For I have friends within, truly,
That if they mould a ftranger fee,
They ftrait would very fearfull be
of danger.
Thomas.
Why, brother, we no ficknefle have,
Nor are we ftarted from our grave ;
Your love is all that we do crave :
what need you then to feare ?
We do not come to eat your roaft,
i6o
The Norfolk Farmer's
guefts
Nor yet to put you unto coft.
But now, I fee, our labour's loft,
poore Sifly !
Brother.
Pray, do not think the fault is mine,
For if you'l drink a pint of wine,
lie give it you, and nere repine.
hang mony ! what care I ?
And had I not fo many ghefle,
Indeed I ferioufly profefle,
Your welcome fhould be more, or leile,
good brother.
Thomas.
No, thank you, brother ; eene farewell.
A blind man now with eafe may fmell
That all things are not carried well :
what love, pray, call you this ?
Come now, unto thy lifter we
Will go with all celerity :
No doubt that me mall kinder be
unto us.
They condefcend and were content,
And to their fifter ftraight they went ;
But all in vain their time was fpent,
for when they thither came,
Their fifter did her maid compell,
Journey to London.
161
And bid her thus much to them tell,
Indeed, me was not very well
at that time,
From thence they to their couzen go,
Being much defirous for to know
Whether that me would ferve 'urn fo,
or ufe 'urn in that kind :
But, being there, this newes was brought,
That me a fmock had newly bought,
And me was gone to have it wrought
with woofted,
Well now, fays Thomas to his dear,-
What fayft thou, Sifly, to this gear ?
We have gone far, yet nere the near :
we thank our kindred for't.
But if that brothers be fo kind,
What favour {hall a ftranger find ?
Protefl, it troubles much my mind
to think on't.
"'" Sifly.
Nay, hufband, let us not do fo :
The beft is we can homewards go,
And yet not trouble friend nor foe :
what need we then to care ?
For now each one, I tell you true,
matter
62 The Norfolk Farmer's Journey.
Will only afk you, how do you ?
I am glad to fee you well, Sir Hugh;
good morrow.
Ihomas.
Why then, old Sifly, thou and I
Will back again to Norfolke hie,
And bid a fig for company :
our dog is fport enough.
But when we come to London next,
Our friends {hall have a better text.
I fwear, and vow I am foundly vext:
who cares for't ?
ED. FORD,
163
Conftance of Cleveland.
To the Tune of " Crimfon Velvet."
[This romantic ballad, in a fomewhat plain and unpretending ftyle,
relates incidents that may remind the reader of the old ftory of Titus
and Gifippus, which was told in Englifh verfe by Edw. Lewicke, as
early as 1562 : the ballad is not fo ancient by, perhaps, thirty or forty
years ; and the printed copy that has come down to our day is at leaft
fifty years more recent than the date when we believe the ballad to have
been firft publifhed. The title the broadfide ( " Printed for F. Coles,
J. W., T. Vere, W. Gilbertfon,") bears is, « Conftance of Cleveland :
A very excellent Sonnet of the moft fair Lady Conftance of Cleve
land, and her difloyal Knight." We conclude that the incidents are
mere invention, but " Conftance of Rome " is the name of a play, by
Drayton, Munday and Hathway, mentioned in Henflowe's Diary under
the year 1600, (p. 171.) The tune of " Crimfon Velvet" was highly
popular in the reigns of Elizabeth and her fucceflbr.]
?T was a youthfull knight
lov'd a gallant lady ;
Fair me was and bright,
and of vertues rare :
Herfelf (he did behave,
fo courteoufly as may be.
Wedded they were brave ;
joy without compare.
Here began the grief,
Pain without relief:
her hulband foon her love forfook,
1 64 Conftance of Cleveland
To women lewd of mind,
Being bad inclin'd,
he only lent a pleafant look.
The lady me fate weeping,
While that he was keeping
company with others moe :
Her words, My love, beleeve not,
Come to me, and grieve not ;
wantons will thee overthrow.
His fair Ladie's words
nothing he regarded ;
Wantonnefle affords
fuch delightfull fport.
While they dance and fing,
with great mirth prepared,
She her hands did wring
in moft grievous fort.
0 ! what hap had I
Thus to wail and cry,
unrefpedted every day,
Living in difdain,
While that others gain
all the right I mould enjoy !
1 am left forfaken
Others they are taken :
ah my love ! why doft thou fo ?
Her flatteries beleeve not,
Conftance of Cleveland . 165
Come to me, and grieve not ;
wantons will thee overthrow.
The Knight with his fair peece
at length the Lady fpied,
Who did him daily fleece
of his wealth and ftore :
Secretly (he flood,
while me her fafhions tryed,
With a patient mind,
while deep the ftrumpet fwore.
O, Sir Knight ! quoth fhe,
So dearly I love thee,
my life doth reft at thy difpofe :
By day, and eke by night,
For thy fweet delight,
thou malt me in thy arms inclofe,
I am thine for ever ;
Still I will perfever
true to thee, where ere I go.
Her flatteries believe not,
Come to me, and grieve not ;
wantons will thee overthrow.
The vertuous Lady mild
enters then among them,
Being big with child
as ever me might be :
1 66 Conftance of Cleveland.
With diflilling tears
fhe looked then upon them.
Filled full of fears,
thus replyed fhe :
Ah, my love and dear !
Wherefore flay you here
refufing me, your loving wife,
For an harlot's fake,
Which each one will take ;
whofe vile deeds provoke much ftrife ?
Many can accufe her :
O, my love ! refufe her;
with thy lady home return.
Her flatteries beleeve not,
Come to me, and grieve not ;
wantons will thee overthrow.
All in a fury then,
the angry Knight up ftarted,
Very furious when
he heard his Ladie's fpeech.
With many bitter terms
his wife he ever thwarted,
Ufing hard extreams,
while fhe did him befeech.
From her neck fo white
He took away in fpite
her curious chain of pureft gold,
Conftance of Cleveland . 167
Her jewels and her rings,
And all fuch coftly things
as he about her did behold :
The harlot in her prefence
He did gently reverence,
and to her he gave them all.
He fent away his Lady,
Full of wo as may be,
who in a fwound with grief did fall.
At the Ladie's wrong
the harlot fleer'd and laughed ;
Enticements are fo ftrong,
they overcome the wife.
The Knight nothing regarded
to fee the Lady fcoffed :
Thus was fhe rewarded
for her enterprife.
The harlot, all this fpace,
Did him oft embrace ;
fhe flatters him, and thus doth fay :
For thee He dye and live,
For thee my faith He give,
no wo fhall work my love's decay.
Thou fhalt be my treafure,
Thou fhalt be my pleafure,
thou fhalt be my heart's delight :
I will be thy darling,
1 68 Conftance of Cleveland.
I will be thy worldling,
in defpight of fortune's fpight.
Thus he did remain
in waftfull great expences,
Till it bred his pain,
and confumed him quite.
When his lands were fpent,
troubled in his fences,
Then he did repent
of his late lewd life.
For relief he hies,
For relief he flyes
to them on whom he fpent his gold
They do him deny,
They do him defie ;
they will not once his face behold.
Being thus diftrefled,
Being thus opprefled,
in the fields that night he lay ;
Which the harlot knowing,
Through her malice growing,
fought to take his life away.
A young and proper lad
they had flain in fecret
For the gold he had,
whom they did convey
Conftance of Cleveland. 169
By a ruffian lewd wicked
to that place directly,
Where the youthful Knight
faft a fleeping lay.
The bloody dagger than,
Wherewith they kilFd the man,
hard by the Knight he likewife laid,
Sprinkling him with blood,
As he thought it good,
and then no longer there he ftayd.
The Knight, being fo abufed,
Was forthwith accufed
for this murder which was done ;
And he was condemned
That had not offended :
fhamefull death he might not fhun.
When the Lady bright
underftood the matter,
That her wedded Knight
was condemn'd to dye,
To the King me went
with all the fpeed that might be,
Where {he did lament
her hard deftiny.
Noble King ! quoth me,
Pitty take on me,
and pardon my poor hufbands life ;
170
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fatisfied
Elfe I am undone
With my little fon :
let mercy mitigate this grief.
Lady fair, content thee,
Soon thou wouldft repent thee,
if he fhould be faved fo :
Sore he hath abus'd thee,
Sore he hath mifus'd thee ;
therefore, Lady, let him go.
0 my liege ! quoth {he,
grant your gracious favour :
Dear he is to me,
though he did me wrong.
The King reply'd again,
with a ftern behaviour,
A fubjecT: he hath flain :
dye he fhall ere long,
Except thou canft find
Any one fo kind,
that will dye and fet him free.
Noble King! (he faid,
Glad am I apaid ;
that fame perfon will I be.
1 will fuffer duly,
I will fufFer truly,
for my love and hufbands fake.
The King thereat amazed,
Conftance of Cleveland.
Though he her beauty praifed,
he bad from thence they fhould her take,
It was the King's command,
on the morrow after,
She fhould out of hand
to the fcaffold go :
Her hufband was
to bear the fword before her ;
He muft eke, alas !
give the deadly blow.
He refus'd the deed ;
She bid him to proceed
with a thoufand kifles fweet.
In this wofull cafe
They did both imbrace,
which mov'd the ruffians, in that place,
Straight for to difcover
This concealed murder ;
whereby the lady faved was.
The harlot then was hanged,
As me well deferved :
this did vertue bring to paffe.
171
FINIS.
172
The Song of the Caps.
To the Tune of « The Shaking of the Sheets/'
[This fpirited and humorous fong Teems to have been founded, in
fome of its points, upon the " Pleafant Dialogue or Difputation be-
tweene the Cap and the Head," which profe fatire went through two
editions, in 1564 and 1565 : (See the Bridgewater Catalogue, p. 46.)
It is, however, more modern, and certainly cannot be placed earlier
than the end of the reign of Elizabeth. It may be fufpe&ed, that it
underwent fome changes, to adapt it to the times, when it was after
wards reprinted ; and we finally meet with it, but in a rather corrupted
{rate, in a work publifhed in 1656, called " Sportive Wit : the Mufes
Merriment, a new Spring of lufty Drollery," &c. The broadfide w,e
have ufed was one of the many " printed for John Trundle," but it
has no date.]
'HE wit hath long beholding been
Unto the Cap to keep it in :
Let now the wit flie out amaine,
With praife to quit the Cap againe.
The Cap, that owns the higheft part,
Obtain'd that place by due defert;
For any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The Cap doth ftand, each man can fhow,
Above a crown, but kings below :
The Cap is neerer heaven than we,
A greater fign of majeftie.
The Song of the Caps. 173
When off the Cap we chance to take,
Both head and feet obeyfance make ;
For any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The Monmouth Cap, the faylors thrum,
And that wherein the faylors come ;
The phyiick, lawe, the Cap divine,
The fame that crowns the Mufes nine :
The Cap the fools doe countenance,
The goodly Cap of Maintenance,
And any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The fickly Cap, both plaine & wrought,
The fuddling Cap, however bought ;
The quilted, furr'd, the velvet, fatin,
For which fo many pates learn Latin :
The crewell Cap, the fuftian pate,
The perriwig, the Cap of late ;
And any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The fouldiers, that the Monmouth wear,
On caftle tops their enfignes rear :
The faylors with their thrums doe ftand
On higher place than all the land.
The tradefman's Cap aloft is born
By vantage of (fome fay) a horn.
1 74 The Song of the Caps.
Thus any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the ligne of fome degree.
The phyfick Cap to duft may bring
Without controull the greateft king :
The lawyers Cap hath heavenly might
To make a crooked caufe aright,
Which, being round and endlefs, knows
To make as endlefs any caufe.
So any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
Both eaft and weft, and north and fouth,
Where ere the Gofpell finds a mouth,
The Cap divine doth thither looke,
The fquare, like fchollars and their booke ;
The reft are round, but this is fquare,
To fhew that they more ftable are :
For any Cap, whatere it be,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The motley man a Cap doth weare
That makes him fellow to a peere ;
And 'tis no flender part of wit
To aft the fool where great men fit,
For folly is in fuch requeft
That each man ftrives to do his beft.
Thus any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The Song of the Caps. 175
The fick man's Cap, not wrought with filk,
Is, like repentant, white as milk.
When hats in church drop off in hafte,
This Cap ne'er leaves the head uncafte :
The fick man's Cap, if wrought, can tell
Though he be ill, his flate is well.
So any Cap, whatere it bee,
Is ftill the figne of fome degree.
The fuddling Cap, by Bacchus might,
Turns night to day, and day to night ;
Yet fpenders it prefers to more,
Seeming to double all their ftore.
The furr'd and quilted Cap of age
Can make a mufty proverb fage ;
And any Cap, whatere it bee,
It is the figne of fome degree.
Though fuftian Caps be flender ware,
The head is of no better gear.
The crewell Cap is knit like hofe
For them whofe zeale takes cold T th' nofe ;
Whofe purity doth judge it meete
To clothe alike both head and feete.
This Cap would faine, but cannot bee,
The onely Cap of no degree.
The Satin and the velvet hive
Unto a bifhoprick doe drive ;
176
The Song of the Caps.
Nay, when a file of Caps you're feen in,
A fquare Cap this, and then a linen,
This treble Cap may raife fome hope,
If fortune fmile, to be a Pope.
Thus any Cap, whatere it bee,
May raife a man to high degree.
The perriwig, Oh ! that declares
The rife of flem, though fall of hairs ;
And none but graduates can proceede
In finne fo far till this they neede.
Before the Prince none covered are
But thofe that to themfelves go bare :
This Cap, of all the Caps that bee,
Is now the figne of high degree.
i77
Sack for my Money., -
The Tune is "Wet and Weary."
tA capital old drinking fong, probably of the time of James I, though
rinted for W. Gilbertfon in Giltfpur ftreet," fome forty years
afterwards. It gives not only the names of the principal wines then in
ufe with various clafTes, but the prices at which they were ordinarily
fold. The old title is, " Sack for my Money ; or a defcription of the
operation of Sack that is frilPd in the Spanifh nation.
Then buy it, deny it, like it or leave it,
Not one amongft ten but is willing to have it."
The printer, no doubt, made a blunder in not giving the words, " a
defcription of the operation of Sack that is ftill'd in the Spanifh nation"
as verfe, as well as the laft couplet.]
OOD fellows all, both great and fmall,
• rejoyce at this my ditty ;
Whilft I do ling, good newes I bring
to the countrey and the city :
Let every lad and lafs be glad
(for who will true love fmother ?)
And being here, my joy and dear,
we'l kindly kifs each other.
The pureft wine, fo brifk and fine,
the Alligant and Sherry,
I hold it good to purge the blood,
and make the fenfes merry.
A A
i78
Sack for my Money.
'Tis fparkling Sack that binds the back,
and cherifhes the heart, boys,
For recompence juft eighteen pence
you muft give for a quart, boys :
Away with beer and fuch like geer,
that makes our fpirits muddy,
For wine compleat will do the feat
that we all notes can ftudy.
The pureft wine, &c.
Rich Malligo is pure, I know,
to purge out melancholly,
And he that's fick it cureth quick,
and makes their fenfes jolly :
It rarifies the dulleft eyes
of thofe that are moft paler,
And bravely can compofe a man
of a very prick-lows taylor.
The richeft wine, &c.
The meereft fool mall teach a fchool
by Clarets operation,
And make fome fight, like men of might,
or champions of a nation :
It is more fine then Brandewine,
the Butterboxes potion,
Who drinking dares in Neptunes wars
reign mafter of the ocean.
Sack for my Money. 179
Canary Sack makes firm the back ;
both Alligant and Sherry
Are proved good to clear the blood,
and make the fenfes merry.
A longing lafs, whofe cuftard face
her inward grief difclofes,
With drinking wine, fo fweet and fine,
will gain a pair of rofes :
It doth revive dead folks alive,
and helps their former weaknefs ;
It is fo pure that it doth cure
a maiden of her ficknefs.
This Rhenifh wine, &c.
The drawer ftill the fame mall fill
to elevate the heart, boys ;
For Rhenifh gay you now muft pay
juft twelve pence for a quart, boys.
Who would be ty'de to brewers fide,
whofe meafures do fo vary,
When we may fit, to raife our wit,
with drinking of Canary ?
The pureft wine, &c.
The French wine pure, for 7 pence, fure,
you mall have choice and plenty,
At this fame rate to drink in plate,
which is both good and dainty :
i8o Sack for my Money.
A maunding cove that doth it love,
'twill make him dance and caper,
And Captain Puff will have enuff
to make him brag and vapor.
The pureft wine, fo brilk and fine,
the Alligant and Sherry,
I hold it good to purge the blood,
and make the fenfes merry.
And alfo we that do agree
as one for boon good fellows,
We'l fing and laugh, and ftoutly quaff,
and quite renounce the alehoufe ;
For ale and beer are both now dear,
the price is rais'd in either ;
Then let us all, both great and fmall,
to th' tavern walk together.
The pureft wine, &c.
The tradefmen may at any day,
for their own recreation,
Be welcome ftill to Ralph or Will,
and have accommodation ;
For why, their coyn will buy the wine
and caufe a running barrel,
But if you're drunk, your wits are funk,
and gorrill'd guts will quarrel.
The pureft wine, &c,
Sack for my Money.
181
The cobler faft will ftay the laft,
for he's a lufty drinker ;
He'l pawn his foul to have a bowl
to drink to Tom the tinker :
The broom-man he will be as free,
to drink courageous flafhes :
If cole grow fcant, before he'l want,
he'l burn his brooms to afhes.
The pureft wine, fo brilk and fine,
the Alligant and Sherry,
I hold is beft to give us reft,
or make the fenfes merry.
The fidling crowd that grow fo proud
will pawn their pipes and fiddles,
They'l ftrike and crack with bowls of Sack,
and cut the queereft whiddles :
They'l rant and tear like men of war,
they voyces roar like thunder,
And growing curft their fiddles burft,
and break 'urn all afunder.
The pureft wine, &c.
The country blades with their own maids,
at every merry meetings,
For ale and cakes at their town wakes,
which they did give their fweetings,
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Sack for my Money.
Upon their friend a crown will fpend
in Sack that is fo trufty :
'Twill pleafe a maid that is decay'd,
and make a booby lufty.
Be rul'd by me, and we'l agree
to drink both Sack and Sherry,
For that is good to cleanfe the blood,
and make our fenfes merry.
FINIS.
'83
The brave Englifh Gipfey.
To the Tune of " The Spanifh Gipfey."
[Attention had been called to Spanifh Gipfies by Middleton's play,
(Works by Dyce, iv. 101.) which, though not printed until 1653, had
perhaps been performed forty, or even fifty, years before : the fubfe-
quent ballad, the earlieft of the kind, was written " to the tune of The
Spanifh Gipfey," poflibly exifting anterior to Middleton's work, or
founded upon it. The imprint of the broadfide we have ufed is, " Lon
don, printed for John Trundle, at his Shop, neere the Hofpitall Gate in
Smithfield," and from a paflage in Ben Jonfon's " Every Man in his
Humour," we find that he was a celebrated publifher of ballads as early
as 1598 : the Elder Knowell (the character fuppofed to have been fuf-
tained by Shakefpeare) fays, " Well, if I read this with patience I'll
t * * * tro|j bajiacjs for mafter John Trundle, yonder, the reft of my
mortality." Trundle was alfo a general publifher of popular works and
traces, and lived in Cripplegate.]
OME follow, follow all!
'Tis Englifh gipfies call.
All you that love your lives,
Here's thofe that profit drives :
We fare well when thoufands lacke ;
None of us can credits cracke.
If we to gallants come,
The country people run,
1 84 The brave Englifh Gipfey.
To fee what we can doe ;
Such paines they undergoe :
Serioufly, a number ftrives
To, lead the Englifh Gipfies lives.
We humor none that lives,
Nor hate no man that gives :
Ambition doth not reft
I'th' Englifh Gipfie's breft.
If they give, weele willing take ;
Nought that's good will we forfake.
We ufe all things are quaint ;
, With painters we can paint ;
Our dye is not in vaine,
For we doe dye in graine :
The walnut tree fupplies our lacke ;
What was made faire, we can make black,
We take a formal! courfe,
Some fixe upon a horfe :
We fingle fcorne to ride>
Our horfe doth want no guide.
We by turnes will take our eafe,
And live all humors for to pleafe.
We fcorne for to entice
With beauty gallants' eyes ;
The brave Engliih Gipfey. 185
We beare no beautious face
Our fubtile flightes to grace :
We can paint when we command,
And looke like Indians that are tand.
We pradlife not to dance,
Nor learne no tunes from France :
Our knockers make no noife,
We are no roaring boyes.
Englifli Gipfies live all free,
And love and live moft jovially.
Our fare is of the beft ;
Three times a weeke we feafl,
Nay, fometimes every day,
And yet for nothing pay,
For beefe or bacon, geefe or hens ;
What we eate is other mens.
Sometimes where great men dwell,
We doe their fortunes tell :
Our paines for to requite,
We diet there all night.
In this life we fpend our dayes :
Englifh Gipfie lawes obayes.
We feare to wrong the law,
We live in fervile awe,
1 86 The brave Englifh Gipfey.
Yet wherefoere wee goe,
We feldome find a foe :
Wherefoere we come, we find,
For one that hates, an hundred kind.
Pleafure we have ftore,
Who can defire more ?
All doth our paines requite ;
Then frolike we all night:
Mongft our felves we dance and fing ;
Night content to us doth bring.
What ere we get all day,
That night doth fly away ;
We hoord not up our ftore,
For next day we have more :
Feaft our felves with gallant cheere,
Spare no coft for wine or beere.
To drinke, be drunke, and tipfie,
Delights the Englifh Gipfie :
We live to love all thofe
Who are no Gipfies foes.
Some decay'd mongft gallants ftrives
To leade the Englifh Gipfies lives.
We beare this hone ft mind
To love all friends are kind :
The brave Engliih Gipfey. 187
Our foes we can requite
With hatred and defpight ;
For we can plague our mortall foe,
Yet he the adtors never know.
Great ftore of coyne we gaine,
Yet for it take no paine :
Our diet's feldom fought,
For it is to us brought :
Pigs, or geefe, or brawne, or fowce,
Or any meat that's in the houfe.
Ther's many ftand in feare,
When we approach but neere :
Sometimes our very fight
The children doth affright.
Our names are fpred both far and neere ;
Our friends we love, but dread no feare.
We hate all furly flaves,
Nor love no cunning knaves :
Our felves can cunning ufe,
Yet none we will abufe.
He that freely gives mall find
The Englifh Gipfies alwaies kind.
Who ere hath bin in Spaine,
And feene there Gipfie's vaine,
i88
The brave Engliih Gipfey
Shall foone the difference find,
Elfe judgement makes him blind.
So, Spanifh Gipfies, all adoe !
For Englifh equall are to you.
FINIS.
i89
The Subftance of all the
late entended Treafons.
[We here introduce another new name to the ftudent of our early
ballad poetry — Thomas Nelfon ; but what he wrote beyond this produc
tion is not known. We have already mentioned (p. 127), a perform
ance of the fame kind by Thomas Deloney on the fame event, the
execution of Ballard, Babbington, &c. The following contains fome
new hiftorical points, and in the outfet prefents a fmgular picture of Lon
don rejoicing at the difcovery and capture of the traitors. The burden
to be fung at the end of every verfe, though no tune is mentioned, is
given immediately after the title : it was " Imprinted at London by
George Robinfon for Edward White, and are to be (bide at his (hop at
the figne of the Gun."]
LORD, preferve our noble Queene, her
Counfaile long maintaine :
Confound her foes, and graunt her grace in
health to rule and raigne.
When firft the gracious God of heaven by meanes did
bring to light
The treafons lately praftifed by many a wicked wight,
Againft their Prince whofe life thei fought, and many
a noble Peere,
The fubftaunce of whofe treafons ftraunge, you fhall
moft truely heare ;
The Subftance of all the
Their treafons once difcovered, then were the Tray-
tors fought.
Some of them fled into a wood, where after they were
caught,
And, being brought unto the Tower, for joye the belles
did ring,
And throughout London bonfires made, where people
pfalmes did fing.
And fet their tables in the ftreates with meates of every
kinde ;
There was preparde all fignes of joye that could be had
in minde,
And praifde the Lord moft hartely, that with his
mightie hand,
He had preferved our gracious Queene, and people of
this land.
Which thing was taken in good parte by our renowmed
Queene,
Who by her letters gave them thankes, as plainly may
be feene ;
Affuring them that all her care was for their fafetie ftill,
And that thereby (he would deferve their love and
great good will.
The Traytors well examined (whom God himfelf
bewrayed)
late entended Treafons.
Their treafons knowne, then were they ftraight to
Weftminfter convayed,
Whereas they all indited were of many a vilde pretence,
Seaven pleaded guiltie at the barre before they went
from thence.
The maner how they did begin herein will plaine
appeare ;
Their purpofes in each refpeft you fhall moft truely
heare :
Herein unto you will be feene, if they had not bene
foylde,
Our Queene, our realme, yea, rich and poore together
had bene fpoylde.
One Savidge lurking long in Fraunce, at Rheames did
there remaine,
Whom Dodtor Gifford did perfwade great honor he
fhould gaine,
If that he would goe take in hand (thefe matters very
ftraunge)
Firft to deprive our gracious Queene, religion for to
chaunge ;
And then for to envade the realme by trowpes of
forraine power,
To overthrowe the government, and kill her in her
bower ;
191
intention
192 The Subftance of all the
Orjforceably to difpofleffe the Queene of Englands grace,
And to proclaime the Scottifh Queene, and fet her in
her place.
Which matter Savidge promifed his full performance
to,
So that he might fee warrant with fafe confcience fo
to do :
The Doftor vowed by his fowle, and bad him under-
ftand,
It was an honorable thing to take the fame in hand.
When Savidge heard that merits were to him thereby
fo rife,
He vowed for to doe the fame, or els to lofe his life,
And fhortly into England hyed, and did imparte the
fame
To Babington of Darbyfhire, a man fure voyde of mame :
And tolde him how that he had vowed to doe it, or to dye,
Deliring him of helpe and ayde, and that immediatly.
A Jefuit prieft, whom Ballard hight, came over to
that end,
He came alfo to Babington, and daylie did attend,
Still to perfwade him that he would attempt and take
in hand,
This vilde and wicked enterprife and ftoutly to it ftand ;
late entended Treafons. 193
And tolde him that he fhould have ayde of fixtie
thoufand men, [when.
That fecretly fhould landed be, and tolde him how and
And in refpedl of all his paines he truely might depende,
That it was lawfull foto doe, renowne fhould be the ende;
But let all Traytors now perceive what honor he hath
wonne,
Whofe trayterous head and wicked heart hath many
one undonne.
This proude and haughtie Babington, in hope to gaine
renowne, [towne,
Did ftirre up many wilfull men in many a fhire and
To ayde him in this devilifh aft, and for to take in hand
The fpoyle of our renowmed Prince, and people of
this land.
Who did conclude with bloudie blade a daughter to
commit, [fit :
Upon her Counfell as they fhould within Star Chamber
Which is a place whereas the Lords, and thofe of that
degree, f '
Yeelde juftice unto every man that crave it on their kriee.
Yea, famous London they did meane for to have fackt
befide,
Both Maior and Magiflrates therein have murdered at
that tide.
c c
94 The Subftance of all the
Each rich mans goods had bene their owne, no favour
then had fervde,
Nought but our wealth was their defire, though we
and ours had ftarvde.
Befides thefe wicked praftifes they had concluded more,
The burning of the navie, and the cheefeft fhippes in
ftore :
With fier and fworde they vowed to kill and to difplace
Each Lord, Knight, and Magiftrate, true fubjefts to
her Grace.
fpiked They had determinde to have cloyde, and poyfoned
out of hand,
The cheefe and greateft Ordinaunce that is within
this land,
And did entend by violence orr rich men for to fall,
To have their money and their plate, and to have fpoyld
them all.
The Common wealth of England foone mould thereby
have bene fpoylde,
Our goodes for which our Parents and our felves long
tyme had toylde,
Had all bene taken from us, belides what had enfued,
The fubftance proveth plainly, to foone we had all had
re wed.
Thofe were the treafons they confpirde, our good
Queene to difplace,
late entended Treafons. 195
To fpoyle the ftates of all this land, fuch was their
want of grace.
But God that doth protect her (till, offended at the fame,
Even in their young and tender yeres did cut them of
with fhame.
Thele Traytors executed were on ftage full ftrongly
wrought,
i Even on the place where wickedly they had their
treafons fought :
There they were hangde and quartered, there they
acknowledgd why, [to dye.
Who, like as Traytors they hadlivde, evenfo they feemde
O wicked impes, O Traytors vilde, that could thefe
deedes devife !
Why did the feare of God and Prince departe fo from
your eyes ?
No rebelles power can her difplace, God will defend
herftill;
True fubjefts all will lofe their lives ere Traytors have
their will.
How many mifchiefes are devifde, how many waies
are wrought,
How many vilde confpiracies againfther Grace is fought:
Yet God that doth protect her ftill her Grace doth
well preferve, [ferve.
And workes a mame unto her foes, as they doe beft de-
196 The late entended Treafons.
O heavenly God! preferve ourQueene in plentie, health,,
and peace ;
Confound her foes, maintaine her right, her joyes, O
Lord ! encreafe :
Lord, blefle her Counfaile evermore and nobles of this
land;
Preferve her fubiefts and this realme with thy moft
mightie hand.
THOMAS NELSON.
197
The Bulls Feather.
To a very pleafant New 7W, or The Bull's Feather.
[This is a comparatively modern reprint of a much older comic bal
lad : the only copy known was " Printed for F. Coles, J. Wright, and
J. Clarke ; " but it probably firft came out long before their time. The
title at length is this : " The Bull's Feather ; being; the Good-fellows
Song, ufually fung at their Merry-meeting in Bulls Feather Hall, who
fent this fong to their Brethren (of what degree or quality) in praife of
the Bulls Feather,
And to all Cuckolds, who think it no fcorn,
To wear the Bulls Feather, though made of a horn."]
'T chanced, not long ago,
as I was walking,
An eccho did bring me where
two were a talking :
'Twas a man faid to his wife,
dye had I rather,
Than to be cornuted, and
wear the Bulls Feather^
Then prefently me reply'd ;
fweet, art thou jealous ?
Thou can'ft not play Vulcan,
before I play Venus :
198
The Bulls Feather,
Thy fancies are foolifh, fuch
follies to gather,
For there's many an honeft man
, wears the Bulls Feather.
u . . .
Though it be invifible,
let no man it fcorn,
Being it is a new feather
made of an old horn :
He that difdains it in
mind, or in heart either,
May be the more fubjedt
to wear the Bulls Feather.
He that lives difcontented,
or in difpair,
And feareth falfe meafure,
becaufe his wife's fair,
His thoughts are inconftant,
much like winter weather :
Though one or two want it,
he fhall have a Feather.
Bulls Feathers are common
as ergo i'th' fchools,
And only contemned by
thofe that are fools :
Why fhould a Bulls Feather
caufe any unreft,
The Bulls Feather. 199
Since neighbours fare always
is counted the beft ?
Thofe women who are faireft
are likeft to give it,
And hufbands that have them
are apt to believe it.
Some men, though their wives
they feem for to tether,
They would play the kind neighbors,
and give the Bulls Feather.
Why mould we repine
that our wives are fo kind,
Since we that are hufbands,
are of the fame mind ?
Shall we give them feathers,
and think to go free ?
Believe it, believe it,
that hardly will be.
For he that difdains my
Bulls Feather to day,
May light of a lafs that
will play him foul play.
There's ne'r a proud gallant,
that tread's on cows leather,
But may be cornuted, and
wear the Bulls Feather.
200 The Bulls Feather,
The fhorteft, the talleft,
the fouleft, the faireft,
The fatteft, the leaneft,
the commoneft, the rareft,
When they and their Dicks
are all merry together,
Will be ufing tricks
to advance the Bulls Feather.
A King and a cobler,
a lord and a loon,
A prince and a pedler,
a courtier and a clown,
Put all their degrees and
conditions together,
Are liable always to
wear the Bulls Feather.
Though beer of that brewing
I never did drink,
Yet be not difpleafed, if I
fpeak what I think :
Scarce ten in an hundred,
believe it, believe it,
But either they will have it,
or elfe they will give it.
Then, let me advife
all thofe that do pine
The Bulls Feather.
2OI
For fear that falfe jealoufie
fhorten their line,
That difeafe will torment them
worle than any feavor ;
Then let all be contented, and
wear the Bulls Feather.
FINIS.
D D
202
The Weft Country Damofels
Complaint.
To the Tune of " Johnny Armftrong."
[From its form and character this ballad may be confidered one of
the earlieft in the volume, and it was written to a very old tune. The
long title and the lines forming part of it were probably meant for
attra&ive additions when the broadfide was " Printed by r. Brookfby,
at the Golden Bull in Weftfmith-field, neer the Hofpitall Gate:" it
runs as follows : — " The Weft-Country DamofePs Complaint, or
The Faithful Lover's laft Farewel : Being the relation of a young
Maid, who pined herfelf to death for the love of a Young-man, who,
after he had notice of it, dyed likewife for grief.
Carelefs Young-men, by this warning take,
How you kind Virgins (when they love) forfake ;
Leaft the fame fate o're-take you, and you dye
For breach of vows, and infidelity.
Be kind, but fweare no more than what you mean,
Leaft comick jefts become a tragtck fcean."]
HEN will you marry me, William,
and make me your wedded wife ?
Or take you your keen bright fword,
and rid me out of my life.
Will
Say no more fo then, lady,
fay you no more then fo,
For you fhall unto the wild forreft,
and amongft the buck and doe.
The DamofePs Complaint. 203
Where thou fhalt eat of the hips and haws,
and the roots that are fo fweet,
And thou fhalt drink of the cold water
that runs underneath your feet.
Now had fhe not been in the wild forreft
paffing three months and a day,
But with hunger and cold (he had her fill,
till fhe was quite worn away.
At laft fhe faw a fair tyl'd houfe,
and there fhe fwore by the rood,
That fhe would to that fair tyl'd houfe,
there for to get her fome food,
But when fhe came unto the gates,
aloud, aloud fhe cry'd,
An alms, an alms, my own fifler !
I afk you for no pride.
Her fifter calPd up her merry men all,
by one, by two and by three,
And bid them hunt away that wild doe,
as far as e're they could fee.
i
They hunted her o're hill and dale,
and they hunted her fo fore,
That they hunted her into the forreft,
where her forrows grew more and more,
204
The Weft-Country
She laid a flone all at her head,
and another all at her feet,
And down fhe lay between thefe two,
till death had lull'd her afleep.
When fweet Will came and flood at her head,
and likewife flood at her feet,
A thoufand times he kifs'd her cold lips,
her body being fafl afleep.
Yea, feaven times he flood at her feet,
and feaven times at her head ;
A thoufand times he fhook her hand,
although her body was dead.
Ah, wretched me ! he loudly cry'd,
what is it that I have done ?
O, wou'd to the powers above Fde dy'd,
when thus I left her alone !
Come, come you gentle red-breafl now,
and prepare for us a tomb,
Whilfl unto cruel Death I bow,
and fing like a fwan my doom.
Why could I ever cruel be
unto fo fair a creature ;
Alas ! fhe dy'd for love of me,
the loveliefl fhe in nature !
For me fhe left her home fo fair
to wander in this wild grove,
Damofers Complaint.
205
And there with fighs and penfive care,
{he ended her life for love.
O conftancy ! in her thou'rt loft ;
now let women boaft no more,
She's fled unto the Elizian coaft,
and with her carry 'd the ftore.
O, break, my heart with forrow fill'd,
come, fwell you ftrong tides of grief !
You that my dear love have kilFd,
come, yield in death to me relief.
Cruel her lifter, was't for me
that to her me was unkind ?
Her hufband I will never be,
but with this my love be joyn'd.
Grim Death mall tye the marriage bands,
which jealoufie fhan't divide ;
Together mall tye our cold hands,
whilft here we lye fide by fide.
Witnefs, ye groves, and chryftal ftreams,
how faithlefs I late have been ;
But do repent with dying leaves
of that my ungrateful fin ;
And wifh a thoufand times that I
had been but to her more kind,
And not have let a virgin dye,
whofe equal there's none can find.
206
The DamofePs Complaint,
Now heaps of forrow prefs my foul ;
now, now 'tis fhe takes her way.
I come, my love, without controule,
nor from thee will longer ftay.
With that he fetch'd a heavy groan,
which rent his tender breaft,
And then by her he laid him down,
when as Death did give him reft.
Whilft mournful birds, with leavy bows,
to them a kind burial gave,
And warbled out their love-fick vows,
whilft they both flept in their grave.
The
Common Cries of London.
To the Tune of « Watton Towns End."
[It is impoflible to aflign a precife date to the following ballad, re
lating to the popular purfuits and cuftoms of London in the early part
of the feventeenth century. The firft ftanza of the fecond part mews,
that the Curtain, Globe, Swan, and Red-Bull theatres were then open,
but the dates when any of them were permanently clofed cannot be
ftated with certainty : John Shancke, who is mentioned by name, was
a popular actor from 1603 to I^35j when he died. (See the life
of Shancke, in the " Memoirs of Shakefpeare's Actors," printed by
the Shakefpeare Society, p. 276.) The allufion to carrying perfons to
the play-houfes by water is alfo a curious note of time. There were
ieveral old actors of the name of Turner ; and W. Turner may have
been upon the ftage, and may have compofed and fung this production
as " a jig" for the amufement of audiences. It was " Printed for
F. C,
the
runs thus : —
" a jig" for the amufement of audiences. It was " Printed for
C., T. V. and W. G." in 1662, but that was unqueftionably not
firft impreffion of it, although we know of no other : the full title
" The Common Cries of London Town :
Some go up ftreet, fome go down.
With Turner's Dim of Stuff, or a Gaily maufery."
The tune is the fame as " Peg a' Ramfey,"mentioned by Shakefpeare
in Twelfth Night, and is at leaft as old as 1589.]
Y mafters all, attend you,
if mirth you love to heare,
And I will tell you what they cry
in London all the yeare.
207
208 The Common Cries of London
He pleafe you if I can,
I will not be too long :
I pray you all attend awhile,
and liflen to my fong.
The fifh-wife firft begins,
Anye mufcles lilly white !
Herrings, fprats or place,
or cockles for delight.
Anye welflet oyfters !
Then fhe doth change her note :
She had need to have her tongue be greas'd,
for fhe rattles in the throat.
For why, the are but Kentifh,
to tell you out of doubt :
' Her meafure is too little ;
goe, beat the bottom out.
Half a peck for two pence ?
I doubt it is a bodge.
Thus all the City over
the people they do dodge.
The wench that cries the kitchin fluff,
I marvel what fhe ayle,
She fings her note fo merry,
but fhe hath a draggle tayle :
An empty car came running,
and hit her on the bum ;
The Common Cries of London. 209
Down fhe threw her greafie tub,
and away ftraight (he did run.
But fhe did give her bleffing
to fome, but not to all,
To bear a load to Tyburne,
and there to let it fall :
The miller and his golden thumb,
and his dirty neck,
If he grind but two bufhels,
he muft needs fteal a peck.
The weaver and the taylor,
cozens they be fure,
They cannot work but they muft fteal,
to keep their hands in ure ;
For it is a common proverb
thorowout the town,
The taylor he muft cut three fleeves
to every womans gown.
Mark but the waterman
attending for his fare,
Of hot and cold, of wet and dry,
he alwaies takes his fhare :
He carrieth bonny lafles
over to the playes,
And here and there he gets a bit,
and that his ftomach ftaies.
210 The Common Cries of London.
There was a finging boy
who did ride to Rumford ;
When I go to my own fchool
I will take him in a comfort ;
But what I leave behind
{hall be no private gain ;
But all is one when I am gone :
let him take it for his pain.
Old fhoes for new brooms !
the broom-man he doth ling,
For hats or caps or bufkins,
or any old pouch ring.
Buy a mat, a bed-mat !
a haffock or a prefle,
A cover for a clofe ftool,
a bigger or a lefle.
Ripe, cherry ripe !
the cofter-monger cries ;
Pippins fine or pears !
another after hies,
Wifh bafket on his head
his living to advance,
And in his purfe a pair of dice
for to play at mumchance.
Hot pippin pies !
to fell unto my friends,
The Common Cries of London. 2I1
Or pudding pies in pans,
well ftuft with candles ends.
Will you buy any milk ?
I heard a wench that cries :
With a pale of frefh cheefe and cream,
another after hies.
Oh ! the wench went neatly ;
me thought it did me good,
to fee her cherry cheeks
fo dimpled ore with blood :
Her waiftcoat warned white
as any lilly floure ;
Would I had time to talk with her
the fpace of half an hour.
Buy black ! faith the blacking man,
the befl that ere was feen ;
Tis good for poore citizens
to make their mooes to fhine.
Oh ! tis a rare commodity,
it muft not be forgot ;
It wil make them to glitter gallantly,
and quickly make them rot.
The world is full of thread-bare poets
that live upon their pen,
But they will write too eloquent,
they are fuch witty men.
212 The Common Cries of London
But the tinker with his budget,
the beggar with his wallet,
And Turners turnd a gallant man
at making of a ballet.
THE SECOND PART.
To the fame Tune.
THAT'S the fat foole of the Curtin,
and the lean fool of the Bull :
Since Shancke did leave to fing his rimes,
he is counted but a gull.
The players on the Banckefide,
the round Globe and the Swan,
Will teach you idle tricks of love,
but the Bull will play the man.
But what do I ftand tattling
of fuch idle toyes ?
I had better go to Smith-Field
to play among the boyes :
But you cheating and deceiving lads,
with your bafe artillery,
I would wifh you to fhun Newgate,
and withall the pillory.
And fome there be in patcht gownes,
I know not what they be,
The Common Cries of London. 213
That pinch the country-man
with nimming of a fee ;
For where they get a booty,
they'le make him pay fo dear,
They'le entertain more in a day,
then he mall in a year.
Which makes them trim up houfes
made of brick and ftone,
And poor men go a begging,
when houfe and land is gone.
Some there be with both hands
will fwear they will not dally,
Till they have turn'd all upfide down,
as many ufe to fally.
You pedlers, give good meafure,
when as your wares you fell :
Tho' your yard be Ihort, your thum will flip ;
Your tricks I know full well.
And you that fell your wares by weight,
and live upon the trade,
Some beams be falfe, fome waits too light ;
Such tricks there have been plaid.
But fmall coals, or great coals !
I have them on my back :
The goofe lies in the bottom ;
you may hear the duck cry quack.
214 The Common Cries of London.
Thus Grim, the black collier,
whofe living is fo loofe,
As he doth walk the commons ore,
fome times he fteals a goofe.
Thou ufurer with thy money bags
that liveft fo at eafe,
By gaping after gold thou doft
thy mighty God difpleafe ;
And for thy greedy ufury,
and thy great extortion,
Except thou doft repent thy fins,
hell fire will be thy portion.
For firft I came to Houns-Ditch,
then round about I creep,
Where cruelty was crowned chief
and pity faft afleep :
Where ufury gets profit,
and brokers bear the bell.
Oh, fie upon this deadly fin !
it finks the foul to hell.
The man that fweeps the chimnyes
with the bum of thorns,
And on his neck a trufle of poles
tipped all with horns,
With care he is not cumbred,
he liveth not in dread ;
The Common Cries of London. 215
For though he wear them on his pole,
fome wear them on their head.
The landlord with his racking rents
turns poor men out of dore ;
Their children go a begging
where they have fpent their ftore*
I hope none is offended
with that which is endited :
If any be, let him go home
and take a pen and write it.
Buy a trap, a moufe trap,
a torment for the fleas !
The hangman works but half the day ;
he lives too much at eafe.
Come let us leave this boyes play
and idle prittle prat,
And let us go to nine holes,
to fpurn-point, or to cat.
Oh ! you nimble fingered lads
that live upon your wits,
Take heed of Tyburn ague,
for they be dangerous fits ;
For many a proper man,
for to fupply his lack,
Doth leap a leap at Tyburn,
which makes his neck to crack.
216 The Common Cries of London
And to him that writ this fong
I give this iimple lot :
Let every one be ready
to give him half a pot.
And thus I do conclude,
wifhing both health and peace
To thofe that are laid in their bed,
and cannot fleep for fleas.
W. TURNER.
2I7
The Two Valentines.
Tbt Tune is, " Did you fee Nan to Day."
[An early fbng upon the much earlier cuftom of chufmg Valentines.
In Deloney's "Garland of Goodwill," which came out anterior to 1596,
there is a oallad to the tune of u My Valentine," but not at all like the
prefent. Our broadfide was not printed until the middle of the feven-
teenth century "for F. Coles, T. Vere and W. Gilbertfon;" and the full
title is, " A pleafant new Song of two Valentines and their Lovers."]
OOD morrow, Valentine:
God blefle you ever !
Kind in your promifes,
Faithfull as ever.
Be thou ftill true to me,
The kindeft heart He be
That ever you did fee.
Kifle me, and good morrow.
I like my choyie fo well,
Love doth compell me,
And force my tongue to tell,
The truth is I love thee :
Kindly I do requeft,
That in your heart and breft
My love may ever reft.
Kifle me, and good morrow.
2i 8 The Two Valentines.
There was never kind fweet heart,
That lufted for pleafure,
Could find fuch a Valentine,
Faffing all treafure.
I have obtain'd the thing,
Which to my heart doth bring
Great joy, which makes me fing,
Kifle me, and good morrow.
When others fleep in bed,
I lye ftill mufing,
To think on my good hap
I had in chufing ;
To find fuch a Valentine
Bearing a faithfull mind,
Courteous in love, and kind.
Kifle me, and good morrow.
There is an old proverb,
That birds of a feather
Upon St. Valentines day
Will meet together :
So, when true lovers meet,
With many a kifle full fweet,
That day each other greet,
With kifle and good morrow.
All you that have Valentines,
If they be faithful,
The Two Valentines. 219
You have a great blefling ;
Therefore be thankfull,
And kind to them again,
For elfe, I tel you plain,
Much love is fpent in vain.
Rifle, and good morrow.
If my Valentine for my fake
Would be a neat-heard,
Well could I find in heart
To be a fhepheard ;
To keep fheep on a hill,
So I might have my will,
To talk with lier my fill,
While my flock fcatters.
Shall I live to deny
My Valentine for ever ?
Refrain her company ?
That I will never.
For if I her refrain,
I muft not come again :
Not for all worldly gain,
For love lafls ever.
Adieu to my true love,
Whom I loved ever :
When I am out of fight,
Let not your mind waver.
220
The Two Valentines,
Though Valentine's day be gone,
And we not both as one,
My love to thee alone
Shall be for ever.
Good night to my Valentine.
Now I have ended,
To ftay any longer,
I cannot intend it.
I wifli all young men kind,
That bear a faithful mind,
To give their Valentine
A kifle, and good morrow.
221
I The Great Boobee.
To a pleafant new Tune, or " Sellengers Round."
[A remarkable and very droll ballad, relating to old manners and
amufements : by various allufions in it we may affign it to the reign of
James I. In a previous produ&ion (p. 157) we have had the " pic
tures" at the Royal Exchange mentioned, and we are to take "pic
tures," here as well as there, in the fenfe of ftatues : the words were
fometimes fynonymous : thus, in " The Hiftory of Euordanus," 1605,
we read of a tent " on the top of which flood Cupid, &c. aiming directly
at a fair picture of marble." Statues were often formerly painted, and
this perhaps led to the error, which explains naturally the delufion
of Leontes in u The Winter's Tale." There were few tunes more
ancient than Sellengers Round : Sir John Hawkins tells us, that it is
" the oldeft country dance known," but this does not feem to be quite
correct: : (See ChappelFs Nat. Engl. Airs II. 76.) It was exceffively
popular, from the middle of the reign of Elizabeth to the days of Dur-
fey. The enfuing ballad was " Printed for F. Coles in Wine ftreet,
on Saffron-hill, near Hatton Garden."]
Y friend, if you will underftand
my fortunes what they are,
I once had cattel, houfe, and land,
but now am never the near :
My father left a good eftate,
as I may tell to thee ;
I couzned was of all I had,
like a great Boobee.
222 The Great Boobee.
I went to fchool with good intent,
and for to learn my book,
And all the day I went to play ;
in it I never did look.
Full feven years, or very nigh,
as I may tell to thee,
I could hardly fay my Chrift-Crofs Row,
like a great Boobee.
My father, then, in all the hafte
did fet me to the plow,
And for to lam the horfe about,
indeed, I knew not how :
My father took his whip in hand,
and foundly lamed me ;
He called me fool, and country clown,
and great Boobee.
But I did from my father run,
for I will plow no more,
Becaufe he had fo flafhed me,
and made my fides fo fore ;
But I will go to London town,
fome vafhions for to fee :
When I came there, they call'd me clown,
and great Boobee.
But as I went along the ftreet
I carried my hat in my hand,
The Great Boobee. 223
And to every one that I did meet
I bravely bent my band :
Some did laugh, and fome did feoff,
and fome did mock at me,
And fome did fay I was a woodcock,
and a great Boobee.
Then I did walk in haft to Pauls,
the fteeple for to view,
Becaufe I heard fome people fay
it fhould be builded new.
When I got up unto the top,
the city for to fee,
It was fo high, it made me cry,
like a great Boobee.
From thence I went to Weftminfter,
and for to fee the tombs :
O ! faid I, what a houfe is here,
with an infinite fight of rooms.
Sweetly the Abbey bells did ring,
it was a fine fight to fee ;
Methought I was going to Heaven in a ftring,
like a great Boobee.
But as I went along the ftreet
the moft part of the day,
Many gallants did I meet ;
methought they were very gay.
224 The Great Boobee.
I blew my nofe, and ray'd my hofe ;
fome people did me fee,
And faid I was a beaftly fool,
and a great Boobee.
Next day I through Pye-corner paft :
the roaft-meat on the ftall
Invited me to take a tafte ;
my money was but fmall :
The meat I pickt, the cook me kickt,
as I may tell to thee,
He beat me fore, and made me rore,
like a great Boobee.
As I through Smithfield lately walkt
a gallant lafs I met ;
Familiarly with me me talkt,
Which I cannot forget :
She profferd me a pint of wine,
methought me was wondrous free,
To the tavern then I went with her,
like a great Boobee.
She told me we were next of kin,
and calld for wine good ftore
Before the reckoning was brought in,
my coufm was no more.
My purfe fhe pickt and went away,
my coufin couzned me ;
The Great Boobee.
225
The Vintner kickt me out of door,
like a great Boobee.
At the Exchange, when I came there,
I faw moft gallant things ;
I thought the pictures living were
of all our Englifh kings :
I doft my hat, and made a leg,
and kneeled on my knee :
The people laught, and calPd me fool,
and great Boobee.
To Paris Garden then I went,
where there is great refort :
My pleafure was my punifhment,
I did not like the fport.
The garden bull with his ftout horns
on high then tofled me,
I did bewray my felf with fear
like a great Boobee.
The Bearheard went to fave me then,
the people flockt about ;
I told the Bear-garden men
my guts were almoft out :
They faid I flunk moft grievoufly,
no man would pity me ;
They calPd me witlefs fool and afs,
and great Boobee.
226
The Great Boobee.
Then o're the water did I pafs,
as you fhall underftand :
I dropt into the Thames, alas !
before I came to land :
The waterman did help me out,
and thus did fay to me,
'Tis not thy fortune to be drownd,
like a great Boobee.
But I have learned fo much wit
fhall fhorten all my cares,
If I can but a licenfe get
to play before the bears :
"Twill be a gallant place indeed,
as I may tell to thee ;
Then who dares call me fool, or afs,
or great Boobee ?
227
The Tragedy of Hero and
Leander.
To a pleafant New Tune, or " I will never love thee more."
[This ballad is founded upon the
" Story of deep love,
How young Leander crofPd the Hellefpont,"
which was firft made known in Englifh by Chriftopher Marlowe in
his verfion, publiftied in 1598, five years after his death. Our broad-
fide, " Printed for R. Burton, at the Horfefhoe in Weft-Smithfield,neer
the Hofpital-gate," is not fo early by twenty or thirty years ; but we
apprehend, it muft have been written, and firft printed, foon after Mar
lowe's paraphrafe (completed by Chapman in 1600) had made the
incidents popular. It was the work of no very inferior hand, (though
evidently corrupted in the copy that has come down to us) and every
body will recognife the tranflation of Martial's well-known epigram
at the clofe of the fecond-ftanza. In the Pepyfian collection, is a
ballad, figned William Meafh, on the fame incidents but a different
production, entitled " Leander's Love for loyall Hero : " that was " im
printed at London for J. W."]
OME, mournful Mufe, affift my quill,
whilft I with grief relate
A flory of two lovers true,
cut off by cruel fate.
Death onely parts united hearts,
and brings them to their graves ;
Whilft others fleep within the deep,
or perim in the waves.
228 The Tragedy of
Leander on the bay of blifs,
Pontus, he naked flood :
In paffion of delay he fprang,
into the fatal flood.
The raging feas can none appeafe,
his fortune ebbs and flows,
The heaven down fhowres, and rain down powers,
and the wind aloft it blows.
The lad forfook the land, and did
Unto the Gods complain :
You rocks, you rugged waters,
you elements, hail and rain,
What 'tis to mifs true lovers blifs,
alas ! you do not know ;
Make me a wrack as I come back,
But ipare me as I go.
Behold on yonder tower, fee where
my fair beloved lyes !
This is th' appointed hour ; hark, how
me on Leander cryes !—
The Gods were mute unto his fute,
the billows anfwered no :
The furges rife up to the fkyes,
but he funk down below.
Sweet Hero, like dame Venus fair,
all in her turrit flood,
Hero and Leander.
229
Expecting of her lover dear,
who crofling was the flood.
A feeble light through darkfome night
me fet her love to guide ;
With wavering arms and loves alarms,
with a voyce full loud me cry'd :
You cruel waves, fome pity (how
unto my deareft friend,
And you tempeftuous winds that blow,
at this time prove more kind.
O ! waft my love fecure to more
that I his face may fee ;
With tears your help I do implore,
your pitty lend to me.
Let each kind dolphin now befriend,
and help my love along,
And bring him to his journeys end
before his breath is gone.
Let not a wave become his grave,
and part us both for ever :
Pitty my grief, fend him relief,
and help him now or never !
The fierce and cruel tempeft did
moft violently rage ;
Not her laments, nor difcontents,
its fury could aflwage :
2 30 The Tragedy of
The winds were high, and he muft dye,
the fates did fo ordain ;
It was affign'd he ne'r fhould find
his deareft love again.
She fpred her filken vail, for to
fecure the blazing light,
To guide her love, leaft on the rocks
his wearied limbs fhould fmite ;
But, cruel fate ! it prov'd his date,
and caufed him to fleep.
She from above beheld her love
lye drowned in the deep.
Her ihowry eyes with tears brought in
the tide before its time ;
Her fad lamenting groans likewife
unto the fkyes did clime.
O Heavens ! (quoth me) againft poor me
do you your forces bend ?
Then from the walls in hafte me falls,
to meet her dying friend.
Her new bedewed arms about
his fencelefs corps me clipps,
And many kiffes fpent in vain
upon his dying lipps :
Then wav'd her hands unto the lands,
Singing with dying pride,
Hero and Leander.
231
Go, tell the world in billows ftrong
I with my love have dy'd.
Thus did they both their breath refign
unto the will of fate,
And in the deep imbrace and twine,
when Death did end their date.
Let lovers all example take,
and evermore prove true,
For Hero and Leander's fake,
who bids you all adieu.
232
The Royal Recreation of
jovial Anglers.
To the Tune of " Amarillis."
[F. Coles, T. Vere, W. Gilbertfon, and J. Wright, whofe names
are at the end of this ballad, may have been the original publimers of
it, as we doubt if it be much older than the date of the firft imprefiion
of Walton's " Angler," in 1653. The hour of bufmefs on the Royal
Exchange is ftated in it to be " twixt twelve and one," whereas in the
latter end of the reign of Elizabeth and in that of James L, it was
between eleven and twelve. William Haughton's comedy " Englifh-
men for my Money," (printed in 1616 but written in 1598, as appears
by Henflowe's Diary p. 119), fhews that merchants then attended
Change at 1 1 oj clock, and dined at 12 o' clock. There is no other very
diftinct note of time in the ballad, the full title of which is, " The Royal
Recreation of jovial Anglers,
Proving that all men are Intanglers,
And all Profeffions are turn'd Anglers."
o
The tune feems comparatively modern, as we do not find it in any
early collection.]
F all the recreations which
attend on human nature.
There's nothing fores fo high a pitch,
or is of fuch a ftature,
As is a fubtle Anglers life
in all mens approbation ;
Recreation of jovial Anglers. 233
For Anglers tricks do daily mix
with every corporation.
When Eve and Adam liv'd by love,
and had no caufe for jangling,
The Devil did the waters move,
the ferpent fell to angling :
He baits his hook with godlike look,
quoth he, this will intangle her ;
The woman chops, and down fhe drops :
the Devil was the firft Angler.
Phyfitians, lawyers, and divines
are moft ingenious janglers,
And he that tryes ftiall find, in fine,
that all of them are Anglers :
Whilft grave divines doe fifh for fouls,
phyfitians, like curmudgeons,
Do bait with health to fifh for wealth,
And lawyers fifh for gudgeons*
A politician, too, is one
concern'd in pifcatory ;
He writes and fights, unites and flights,
to purchafe wealth and glory.
His plumet founds the kingdom's bounds,
to make the fifhes nibble :
He draws them with a pack of lyes,
and blinds them with a quibble.
H H
234 The Royal Recreation
A fifherman fubdued a place,
in fpight of locks and ftaples :
The warlike Maffianello was
a fifherman of Naples ;
Commanded forty thoufand men,
and prov'd a royal wrangler :
You ne're mall fee the like again
.of fuch a famous Angler.
Upon the Exchange, twixt twelve and one,
meets many a neat intangler :
Mofl merchant-men, not one in ten,
but is a cunning Angler ;
And (like the fifhes in the brooke)
brother doth fifh for brother.
A golden bait hangs at the hooke,
and they fifh for one another.
A fhopkeeper I next preferr,
a formal man in black, fir,
That throws his angle every where,
and cryes "What is't you lack, fir ?
Fine filks and fluffs, or hoods and muffs ?"
but if a courtier prove the intangler,
My citizen muft look too't then,
or the fifh will catch the Angler.
A lover is an Angler, too,
and baits his hooke with kifTes ;
of jovial Anglers. 235
He playes, and toyes, and fain would do,
but often times he mifles :
He gives her rings, and fuch fine things
as fan, or muff, or night-hood;
But if you'l cheat a city peat,
you muft bait her with a knight-hood.
There is no Angler like a wench
juft rifing in the water ;
She'l make you leave both trout and tench,
and throw yourfelf in after.
Your hook and line me will confine,
the intangled is the intangler ;
And this, I fear, hath fpoyl'd the ware
of many a jovial Angler.
If you will trowl for a fcriveners foul,
caft in a rich young gallant :
To take a courtier by the powl
throw out a golden tallent ;
And yet, I doubt, the draught will not
compound for half the charge on't ;
But if you'l catch the Devil at a fnatch,
go bait him with a fergeant.
Thus have I made the Anglers trade
to ftand above defiance,
For like the mathematick art,
it runs through every fcience.
236 Recreation of jovial Anglers
If with my angling fong I can
with mirth and pleafure feaze yee,
He bait my hook with wit again,
And angle ftill to pleafe ye.
FINIS.
237
Keep a good tongue in
your head.
To the Tune of " The Milkmaids, &c."
[In Walton's " Angler," firft printed in 1653, tne ^1X earlieft lines of
this ballad are printed with fome flight variations ; and they are coupled
with eight other lines from the ballad which follows next in our col
lection, as if they were one and the fame fong : they are both given to
Maudlin in Walton's work, and the fa6l>we have ftated forms a new
illuftration of it. Both ballads were written by Martin Parker, a well
known name in our ephemeral literature in the reign of Charles I,
and during the Protectorate : his initials are at the end of each, and
he feldom put his name at full length. He was author of the cele
brated " True Tale of Robin Hood," and of the more notorious fong
of " When the King enjoys his own again." Of the periods of his
birth or burial we have no knowledge. The broadfide we have ufed
is entitled, " Keep a good tongue in your head, for
Here's a very good woman in every refpedt,
But only her tongue breeds all her defect."
It was " Printed at London for Thomas Lambert at the Horfhoo in
Smithfield" about 1640.]
MARRY'D a wife of late,
the more's my unhappy fate ;
I tooke her for love,
As fancy did me move,
and not for her worldly ftate.
For qualities rare
Few with her compare ;
238 Keep a good tongue
let me doe her no wrong :
I muft confefle,
Her cheefe amiffe
Is onely this,
As fome wives is,
{he cannot rule her tongue.
She hath as fweet a face
as any in feaven miles fpace ;
Her eyes chriftalline
Like diamonds doe ihine,
{he looks with a modeft grace :
Her haire is like flax,
Her lips are red wax,
that feal'd the bond fo ftrong
Twixt her and I,
That till I die
He juftifie
Her conftancy ;
but me cannot rule her tongue.
Her cheeks are red as the rofe
which June for her glory {hows :
Her teeth on a row
Stand like a wall of fnow
between her round chin and her nofe.
Her {houlders are decent,
Her armes white and pleafant,
her fingers are fmall and long :
in your head. 239
No fault I find,
But, in my minde,
Moil womenkind
Muft come behind :
O, that me could rule her tongue
Her breafts like Pyreene hills,
which nature yearly fils,
With liquor that by ods
Doth pafle the drink o' th' gods ;
all nectar it far excels :
With this me doth feed
The twigs that proceed
from our affeftions ftrong.
Shee's fruitful as
The fpringing grafle,
No time lets pafle,
And yet, alas !
me cannot rule her tongue.
Her body, which I have oft
embraced, fo fmooth and foft,
Is flender and white
Proportioned aright ;
tis ftraight as any fhaft.
Her leg is compleat,
Her foot's fine and neat,
tis neither too fhort nor too long :
240 Keep a good tongue
In every part
Dame Nature's art
Gives her the ftart :
With all my heart
I wifh me could rule her tongue,
As me in feature excels
wel nye moft women elfe,
Even fo doth her wit,
If fhee'l make ufe of it,
as daily experience tels :
I cannot deny it,
If me be at quiet
her fpeeches will do no wrong :
Shee'l laugh and fmile,
New termes fhee'l file,
Yet in a while
Shee'l change her ftile,
and cannot rule her tongue.
With eloquence me will difpute ;
few women can her confute :
She fings and me playes,
And me knowes all her keyes
on the vial de gambo, or lute.
Shee'l dance with a grace,
Her meafures fhee'l trace
as doth unto art belong :
in your head. 241
She is a girle
Fit for an Earle,
Not for a churle :
She were worth a pearle,
if fhe could but rule her tongue.
Her needle {he can ufe well ;
in that fhe doth moft excell :
She can fpin and knit,
And every thing fit,
as all her neighbours can tell.
Her fingers apace,
At weaving bone-lace,
She ufeth all day long :
All arts that be
To women free,
Of each degree,
Performeth fhe.
O, that fhe could rule her tongue !
For hufwifery fhe doth exceed ;
fhe looks to her bufinefle with heed
Shee's early and late
Emploid, I dare fay't,
to fee all things well fucceede.
She is very wary
To looke to her dary,
as doth to her charge belong :
i i
242 Keep a good tongue in your head.
Her fervants all
Are at her call,
But fhee'l fo brawle,
That ftil I fhall
wifh that fhe could rule her tongue.
With all that hath bin faid
no woman neede be difmaid,
Sith I have not beene
Incenfed through fpleene
in this fpacious river to wade :
I none doe difparage,
To hinder their marriage,
but wifh both old and yong
Great heed to take,
When choice they make
For vertues fake :
No venemous fnake
flings like a womans tongue.
M. P.
FINIS.
The Milke-maids Life.
To a curious new Tune, called " The Milke-maids Dumps."
[This is the ballad referred to in our introduction to the preceding,
S having had eight lines quoted from it by Walton in his "Angler,"
p. 152, edit. 1808). They form the conclufion of our fixth ftanza,
lut Walton either printed from a different copy to that we have ufed,
>r he altered one of the lines. He does not ftate who was the author,
>ut the initials at the end of the Roxburghe broadfide {hew that it was
>y Martin Parker. Both this and the laft ballad were written to the fame
une, which in one cafe is called " the Milkmaids &c." and in the other
1 the Milkmaids Dumps :" a " dump" was a fpecies of dance, as well
is a poem. (Collier's Shakefpeare, vi. 478.) The enfuing, like the
bregoing, ballad was " Printed at London for T. Lambert;" and to the
tide of" The Milke-Maids Life" is added the following couplet,
" A pretty new ditty, compofed and pend,
The praife of the Milking paile to defend."
The laft ftanza but one proves that the ballad was written before " the
down fal of May-games" under the puritans.]
OU rural goddeffes,
that woods and fields poffefle,
Affift me with your fkill,
That may direcft my quill
more jocundly to exprefle
The mirth and delight,
Both morning and night,
on mountaine or in dale,
243
244 The Milke-maids Life
Of them who chufe
This trade to ufe,
And through cold dewes
Doe never refufe
to carry the milking payle.
The braveft lafles gay
live not fo merry as they :
In honeft civill fort
They make each other fport,
as they trudge on their way.
Come faire or foul weather,
They're fearefull of neither ;
their courages never quaile :
In wet and dry,
Though winds be hye,
And darke's the Iky,
They nere deny
to carry the milking paile.
Their hearts are free from care,
they never will defpaire,
What ever them befall ;
They bravely beare out all,
and fortunes frowns out-dare.
They pleafantly ling
To welcome the fpring,
'gainft heaven they never rayle :
The Milke-maids Life. 245
If grafle wel grow
Their thankes they (how,
And froft or fnow,
They merrily goe
along with the milking paile.
Bafe idlenefle they doe fcorne :
they rife very early i' th' morn,
And walk into the field,
Where pretty birds doe yeeld
brave mufick on every thorn :
The linet and thrufh
Doe fmg on each bum ;
and the dulcid nightingale
Her note doth ftraine
In a jocund vaine,
To entertaine
That worthy traine,
which carry the milking paile.
Their labor doth health preferve ;
no doftors rules they obferve,
While others, too nice
In taking their advice,
look alwaies as though they wold ftarve.
Their meat is digefted,
They nere are molefted,
no ficknefle doth them afTaile :
246 The Milke-maids Life.
Their time is fpent
In merryment ;
While limbs are lent,
They are content
to carry the milking paile.
Thofe lafles nice and ftrange,
that keep (hops in the Exchange,
Sit pricking of clouts,
And giving of flouts ;
they feldome abroad doe range :
Then comes the green lickneffe,
And changeth their likenefle,
all this for want of good fale ;
But tis not fo,
As proofe doth (how,
By them that goe
In froft and fnow,
to carry the milking paile.
If they any fweet-hearts have,
that do affection crave,
Their priviledge is this,
Which many others mifle,
they can give them welcome brave
With them they may walke,
And pleafantly talke,
with a bottle of wine or ale :
The Milke-maids Life. 247
The gentle cow
Doth them allow,
As they know how.
God fpeed the plow,
and blefle the milking paile !
Upon the firft of May,
with garlands frefh and gay,
With mirth and mufick fweet,
For fuch a feafon meet,
they pafle their time away :
They dance away forrow,
And all the day thorow
their legs doe never fayle ;
They nimblely
Their feet doe ply,
And bravely try
The vidlory,
in honour o' th' milking paile.
If any thinke that I
doe pradtife flattery,
In feeking thus to raife
The merry milkmaids praife,
He to them thus reply.
It is their defert
Inviteth my art
to ftudy this pleafant tale ;
248
The Milke-maids Life.
In their defence
Whofe innocence,
And providence,
Gets honeft pence
out of the milking paile.
249
The Batchelor's feaft.
To a pleafant New Tune, called " With a hie dil do dill."
[The initials at the end of this fong are thofe of Lawrence Price,
who not unfrequently put his name at length, and was a highly po
pular ballad-writer during the Civil Wars, although no notice has been
taken of him in modern collections. He was alfo author of feveral
chap-books, fome.of them of a political tendency, fuch as "A new Dis
putation betweene the two Lordly Bimops, Yorke and Canterbury,"
1642. 8vo. Sec. The entire title of the following ballad runs thus : —
« The Batchelor's Feaft, or
The difference betwixt a fingle life and a double,
Being the Batchelors pleafure, and the married man's trouble."
It was " Printed at London for J. W. the younger, dwelling at the
upper end of the Old Bayly."]
S I walkt forth of late,
where grafle and flowers fpring,
I heard a Batchelor
within an harbour fing :
The tenor of his fong
contained much melodic ;
It is a gallant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill do dill,
hie ho dildurlie.
K K
The Batchelors feaft,
It is a delighful thing
to live at liberty.
Wee Batchelors can flaunt
in country and in towne,
And in good company
may merily fpend a crowne :
Wee may doe as wee lift,
our lives from cares are free ;
O ! 'tis a gallant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill® c.
No cradle have wee to rocke,
nor children that doe cry,
No land-lords rent to pay,
no nurfes to fupply ;
No wife to fcold and brawle,
we ftill keepe good company
With them that take delight
to live at liberty.
With hie dill® c.
While married men doe lie
with worldly cares oppreft,
Wee Batchelors can fleepe,
and fweetly take our reft.
O ! married men muft feeke
for goffips and a nurfe,
The Batchelors feaft,
251
Which heavie makes the heart,
but light it makes the purfe.
With hie dill &c.
A man, that doth intend
to lead a quiet life,
Muft pradtife day and night
to pleafe his longing wife :
New fafhions muft be had
as oft as fhee them fee.
O ! tis a pleafant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
The taylor muft be payd
for making of her gowne ;
The fhoemakers for fine fhoes,
or elfe thy wife will frowne :
For bands, fine ruffes and cuffes
thou muft difpence as free.
O ! tis a gallant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill '&c.
A wife muft alfo have
a beaver of the beft,
That fhee may flaunt it out,
and goflip with the reft :
252
The Batchelors feaft.
Wrought quaiffes and cobweb lawne
her daily weare muft bee.
O ! tis a lightfome thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
Yet all this pleafeth not,
except that thou dofl burfe
Both gold and filver coyne,
to carry in her purfe,
To taverne when fhe hies,
where fhee fhall merry bee.
O ! tis a gallant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
Some think a fingle life
to bee a dayly trouble,
But many men doe wed
and make their forrowes double :
Therefore, I wifh young men
in time be rul'd by mee,
And learne to ling this fong,
to live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
Except a vertuous wife
a young man chance to find,
That will induftrious be,
and beare a modeft mind,
The Batchelors feaft.
253
Hee better were to live
ftill fmgle, as we fee ;
For 'tis a gallant thing
to live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
Now, will I heere conclude ;
I will no one offend,
Wifhing that every fhrew
her qualities would amend ;
And that all Batchelors
may now be rul'd by mee,
To chufe a loving wife,
or live at liberty.
With hie dill &c.
L. P.
254
The
Mifer and the Prodigal.
To the Tune of " To drive the cold winter away."
[This production, in two parts, has the initials N. P. at the end,
which may have been an error for M. P. z. e. Martin Parker ; but it
feems likely that it is older than his time, having been, as we are in
formed at the end of the firft part only, " Printed for Henry Goflbn : "
perhaps his edition was a reprint, and the expreflion, in the fecond
part, " Let the welkin roar" carries us back to the times of Ancient
Piftol and " Henry IV." The title of the firft part is the following
couplet,
" Come, worldling, fee what paines I here do take
To gather gold, while here on earth I rake ; "
and to this is added, in reference to the fecond part, "What the
Father gathered by the rake, the Sonne doth fcatter with the forke."
The fecond part is introduced by thefe two lines : —
" Come, Prodigals, yourfelves that love to flatter,
Behold my fall, that with the forke doth fcatter."
It has no printer's nor publifher's name. — If N. P. were a mifprint for
N. B., we might attribute thefe two moral and fatirical efFufions to
Nicholas Breton, who often wrote under his initials, and who flourished
in the reigns of Elizabeth and James I. They are not unlike his ftyle,
but have rather more humour.]
OME, come, my brave gold,
Which I love to behold,
come to me, and He give you reft,
Where as you may fleepe,
The Mifer and the Prodigal.
.
And I fafely will keepe
you lockt in my yron bound cheft.
No thieves you fhall feare,
You in pieces to teare,
fuch care of you I will take :
Come. to me, and flye,
Gold angels ! I cry,
And He gather you all with my rake,
Come, filver and all,
When as I doe call,
your beauties to me are fo bright ;
I love you fo deare,
I pray you come neere,
and be you not wavering or light :
Your weight fo you have,
Come glittering and brave,
then, you I will never forfake,
But heape you together,
Againft rainy weather,
And gather you all with my rake.
Rich jewels and plate •
By no meanes I hate,
with diamonds, faphirs, or rings ;
The carbuncle red
Stands me in like ftead,
or any other rich things.
255
256 The Mifer and the Prodigal.
The emerald greene,
Like the fpring that is feene,
gold chains, or the like, I will take :
I have a kind heart,
With my coyne I will part,
fo I may get all with my rake.
But yet heare me, friend ;
No money lie lend,
without a good pawn you do bring,
But He tell to thee
How a knave cheated me
one time with a bafe copper ring :
With me it bred ftrife,
It neere coft me my life,
halfe a crowne on the fame he did take ;
But He have more care
Of fuch knaves to beware,
how fuch copper together I rake.
On leafes or lands,
On very good bands,
good fecurity likewife provide :
If wee can agree,
Then my coyne it flyes free,
if not, your cold fuit is deny'd.
To foe or to friend
No money He lend ;
The Mifer and the Prodigal. 257
as they brew, fo let them bake :
This rule I obferve,
Let them hang or ftarve,
if I cannot get with my rake.
And thofe that doe lacke
To the highth I doe racke,
I know that they money muft have :
Some morgage their lands,
Which fall in my hands,
to. domineere and to goe brave.
If they faile of their day,
And have not to pay,
a feizure on them I doe make.
Although I goe bare,
Yet I have a care
my gold and my filver to rake.
Let the poore widdowes cry,
Let their children dye,
let their father in prifon goe rot,
What is that to me ?
Their wealth is my fee,
fpr I have their livings now got.
Whole lordfhips and lands
Are falne to my hands,
and ufe of them all I will make ;
My bags full of coyne,
L L
258 The Mifer and the Prodigal.
And my purfe I doe lyne
with that which together I rake.
Thus rich ufury,
Ne're thinking to dye,
nor on his poore foule have a care,
With one foot in the grave,
Yet more wealth he doth crave,
and his backe and his belly doth fpare
At whofe coft he dine,
With good cheere and wine,
he cares not at whofe hands he take ;
Not a penny hee'l fpend,
Nor without a pawne lend,
The Divell and all he will rake.
But now comes grim Death,
And ceafeth his breath,
his tree of life is withered ;
This wretch fo unkind,
His wealth leaves behind,
and is a poore worme being dead.
But now, pray, give eare
To that you mall heare,
his heire what a courfe he will take,
That day he did dye
In his grave he did lye,
And the fexton the earth on him rake,
The Mifer and the Prodigal. 259
THE SECOND PART.
ROOME ! roome for a friend,
That his money will fpend ;
old Flatcap is laid in his grave :
Hee kept me full poore,
But now I will roare ;
his lands and his livings I have.
The tide of gold flowes,
And wealth on me growes ;
hee's dead, and for that tis no matter :
Great ufe he did take,
And for me did rake,
which now with the forke I will fcatter.
I now muft turn gallant, ,
That have fuch a talent ;
what need I to take any care ?
I tell thee, good friend,
'Tis mine owne which I fpend,
for I was my father's owne heire.
No blade here mall lacke :
Give us claret and facke !
hang pinching, it is againft nature.
Lets have all good cheere,
Coft it never fo deare,
for I with my forke will fcatter.
260 The Mifer and the Prodigal
Let me have a laffe,
That faire Venus doth paffe ;
give me all delights that I may :
He make my gold fly
Aloft in the ikie ;
I thinke it will never be day.
Let the welkin roare !
He never give o're :
Tobacco, and with it ftrong water,
I meane for to drinke
Untill I doe finke,
for I with my forke will fcatter.
And let muficke play
To me night and day,
I fcorne both my filver and gold.
Brave gentlemen all,
He pay what you call ;
with me, I befeech you, be bold :
Dice run low or high,
My gold it mall fly,
I mean for to keep a brave quarter ;
Let the cards goe and come,
I have a great fum
That I with my forke will fcatter.
Let caroufes goe round,
Till fome fall to the ground,
The Mifer and the Prodigal. 261
and here's to my miftrefle her health ;
Then, let's take no care,
For no coft wee'l fpare :
hang money, I have ftore of wealth.
My father it got,
And now, falne to my lot,
I fcorne it as I doe morter ;
For coyne was made round
To ftand on no ground,
And I with my forke will it fcatter.
My lordfhips to fell
I thinke would doe well ;
ill gotten goods never doe thrive :
Let's fpend while we may,
Each dog hath his day,
He want not while I am alive.
Come, drawers, more facke !
And fee what we lacke ;
for money He fend a porter.
Brave gallants, ne're feare,
For wee'l domineere,
For I with my forke will fcatter.
Come, drink to my friend,
And let the health end ;
my coffers and pockets are empty :
I now have no more,
262 The Mifer and the Prodigal.
That had wont to have ftore ;
there's fcarcity where there was plenty.
My friends are all gone,
And left me alone ;
I think I muft now drink cold water :
There's nought but fad woe
Upon me doth grow,
Becaufe with my forke I did fcatter.
Now, this is the ftory
Of prodigal glory,
who thought that he never {hold lack :
No drinke, nor no meat,
Now he hath to eate,
nor cloathes for to put on his back.
His friends they forfake him,
And woe doth o're take him,
becaufe he was too free of nature,
That never did mind
How Time comes behind,
who mows, though with fork he did fcatter.
His leaves they grew greene,
But they were not feene,
for autumn them quickly did kill :
Then, let youth beware,
And have a great care,
and truft not too much to their will ;
The Mifer and the Prodigal.
Leaft prifon them catch,
Or a houfe without thatch,
and glad of brown bread and cold water.
To God thanks let's give,
And in a meane live,
having a care how we doe fcatter.
263
FINIS,
264
Wit's never good till 'tis
bought.
To the Tune of " Bafle's Carreere."
[This excellent didactic ballad was " Printed at London for Th(
mas Lambert," and, like many more, may be pronounced a reprint <
an older production : how much older muft be matter of fpeculatioi
but no earlier copy is known. On the broadfide, after the burdei
which is made the title, we are told that it contains
" Good counfell for improvident men,
Fit to make ufe of now and then."
There is an impreffion of it for the fame publifher in the Pepyfian
Library. The tune to which it was fung, " Bafle's Carreere," means
of courfe the tune mentioned in Walton's Angler " The Hunter in his
career," compofed, as he ftates, by William BafTe, who was a writer
in the early part of the reign of James I.]
NCE muling alone
upon things many a one,
Well obferv'd, and knowne by my felfe,
efpecially how
that which late did flow,
I have wafted and now I want pelfe :
this vexed me fore,
and made me deplore
That I had not before of it thought :
from experience I learn'd,
Wit's never good till 'tis bought.
what I fince have difcern'd,
That true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
Full many a time,
when I was in my prime,
My ambition to climbe honors hill
did me forward pricke,
but my jade did fo kicke,
And dame fortune a trick found to kill
my hope in the bloome,
and debafed my plume ;
I did further prefume than I ought :
then I wimt I had ftayd
at my own proper trade ;
But true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
To fight and to brawle,
and to quarrell with all,
And my betters mifcall I have uf'd ;
but with woe I did find
all are not of one minde,
Though I oft in fome kind was excuf'd :
yet fometimes I got
a knocke with a pot,
When to fpeake, and when not, thus I'me taught ;
now, where ever I come,
He keepe peace in the roome :
Thus true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
M M
265
266 Wit's never good
I ufed to roare,
and to drinke on the fcore,
And never thought more on the fhot :
come, Tapfter, faid I,
one tooth ftill is dry,
Then fill's (by and by) tother pot.
I cal'd ftill apace,
but within a fhort fpace
Into a ftrong place I was brought ;
Then for eight houre's wafte
foure days I muft faft :
Thus true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
I once had command
Of houfes and land,
Thus my cafe well did ftand among men ;
but moved with pride,
and contention befide,
I would wrangle and chide now and then.
If a horfe I but found
to leape into my ground,
Straightway to the pound he was brought :
now I wifh I had ftill
kept my neighbours good will,
But true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
This rancor and fpleene
my ruine hath beene,
till 'tis bought.
267
As may plainly be feene by my ftate;
contention in law
did my purfe empty draw,
Which I never forefaw til too late :
upon every flight thing
I my adlion would bring,
But my hands now I wring with the thought
now I wifh I had that
which hath made others fat ;
But true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
In company bafe,
that are voyd of all grace,
I came often in place, by meere chance ;
but with being with them,
whom alone I'de condemne,
I'de in prefence efteeme and advance ;
but being apart,
catechifing my heart,
It much forrow and fmart hath me brought :
then, with fad melancholly
I weepe for my folly.
Thus wit's never good till 'tis bought.
Befides, now and then,
I have hapned with men
That too cunning have been at the catch,
and then, in my drinke,
268 Wit's never good
I with paper and inke
Have made, I did thinke, a good match ;
b'ut after, when I
more deliberately
The bufinefle to try-all had brought,
I have found my felfe cheated,
And bafely defeated :
Thus wit's never good till 'tis bought.
Moreover, I have
told my mind to a knave,
Thinking him truly grave, truly juft ;
I my heart have expos'd,
And my fecrets difclos'd,
As a friend I repos'd on his truft :
but the rafcall ignoble,
his heart being double,
Me much woe and trouble hath wrought ;
But I've learnd, ere fince that,
to take heed of my chat.
Thus true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
When I was a lad
a good fervice I had,
Then my minde was to gad-ding full bent ;
though I nothing did lacke,
nor for belly nor backe,
Yet I was not with that well content :
till 'tis bought. 269
but upon fmall diftafle
my felf I difplaft,
Thus my downfall in hade then I fought ;
Since I wifht to obtaine
what I oft did difdaine :
Thus true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
Too willing I was
my owne credite to pafle,
Now I find it, alas ! to my paine,
that with fetting my hand
To another man's band,
For to fell houfe and land I was faine.
I have pafTed my word
for what others have fcor'd,
And I oft, like a bird, have bin caught,
in the prifon to flay
where I fung Lachrima :
Thus true wit's never good till 'tis bought.
If any of thofe
that are (caufelefle) my foes
Should fo rafhly fuppofe in their hearts,
that all in this fong
to my felfe doth belong,
Their conjecture is wrong for their part,
whoever they be,
where they fome thing may fee
270 Wit's never good till 'tis bought
By which every degree may be taught :
what ere's thy profeffion,
thou maift learne this leffon,
That wit's never good till 'tis bought.
FINIS.
271
A Caveat for Cut-purfes.
To the Tune of " Packingtons Pound."
[This fmgular ballad preceded the Reftoration, and indeed the Civil
Wars, and the mention in it of Dun, the public hangman, is one proof
of its date. A perfon of the name of Derrick filled that office towards
the clofe of the reign of Elizabeth (Malone's Suppl. 2. 602) and until
1616 : Dun feems to have fucceeded him, and he continued to difcharge
the duties for thirty or forty years, until the appointment of u Mr. John
Ketch," whofe name (which gave an appellation to all his fucceflbrs)
firft occurs in the epilogue to Dryden's " Duke of Guife." The notice
. in what follows of the performances of players at Bartholomew Fair
{hews how early theatres were erected there; and the other local and
temporary allufions are extremely curious. It is to be obferved that the
Ballad-finger fpeaks in his own perfon ; and, were it not for the conclu-
fion, we might fuppofe that the production was a "jig," which had
been performed by a comic actor at the Curtain, the Red Bull or fome
other popular place of amufement: as early as 1592 cut-purfes com
plained that they had been expofed, and " their trade fpoiled " by u fing-
ing jigs " at theatres. (Hift. Engl. Dram. Poetry and the Stage, III.
380.) Swift mentions "the tune of the Cut-purfe," which may have
been derived from this ballad, and another name for " Packington's
Pound," fo long popular. The full title of our ballad (which was
« Printed for W. Gilbertfon ") is " A Caveat for Cutpurfes. With
a warning to all purfe-carriers, mewing the confidence of the firft, and
the carelefnefTe of the laft, with neceuary admonitions for them both,
left the Hangman get the one, and the Begger the other."]
> Y mafters, and friends, and good people draw
near,
And look to your purfes for that I do fay ;
And though little money in them you do bear,
272 A Caveat for Cut-purfes.
It coft you more to get, then to lofe in a day.
You oft have been told,
Both the young and the old,
And bidden beware of the Cut-purfe fo bold :
Then, if you take heed not, free me from the curfe,
Who both give you warning for, and the Cut-purfe.
Youth,youth, thouhadft better been ftarv'd by thy nurfe
Then live to be hanged for cutting a purfe.
It hath been upbraided to men of my trade,
That oftentimes we are the caufe of this crime :
Alack, and for pity ! why fhould it be faid,
As if they regarded or places or time ?
Examples have been
Of fome that were feen
In Weftminfter-hall, yea, the pleaders between :
Then, why fhould the Judges be free from this curfe.
More then my poor felf is for cutting the purfe ?
Youth, youth &c.
At Worfter, tis known well, and even in the jaile,
A knight of good worfhip did there mew his face
Againft the foul finners in zeale for to raile,
And fo loft, ipfo faffio, his purfe in the place.
Nay, once from his feat
Of judgement fo great,
A Judge there did lofe a fair purfe of velvete.
Oh, Lord ! for thy mercy, how wicked, or worfe,
A Caveat for Cut-purfes.
Are thofe that fo venture their necks for a purfe !
Youth, youth &c.
At playes, and at fermons, and at the Seffions
"Pis daily their praftife fuch booty to make ;
Yea, under the gallows, at executions,
they ftick not the ftare-abouts purfes to take :
Nay, one without grace,
At a better place,
At Court and in Chriftmas, before the King's face;
Alack then for pitty ! muft I bear the curfe
That only belongs to the cunning Cut-purfe ?
Youth, youth &c.
But oh ! you vile nation of Cutpurfes all
Relent and repent, and amend and be found,
And know that you ought not by honeft mens fall
Advance your own fortunes to dye above ground ;
And though you go gay
In filks, as you may,
It is not the highway to Heaven, as they fay.
Repent then, repent you, for better for worfe,
And kifs not the gallows for cutting a purfe.
Youth, youth &c.
The Players do tell you, in Bartholmew Faire,
What fecret confumptions and rafcals you are ;
For one of their Aftors, it feems, had the fate
273
N N
274 A Caveat for Cut-purfes.
By fome of your trade to be fleeced of late :
Then, fall to your prayers,
You that are way-layers,
They're fit to choufe all the world, that can cheat
Players ;
For he hath the art, and no man the worfe,
Whofe cunning can pilfer the pilferer's purfe.
Youth, youth &c.
The plain Country man, that comes flaring to London,
If once you come near him he quickly is undone,
For when he amazedly gazeth about,
One treads on his toes, and the other puls't out :
Then, in a ftrange place,
Where he knows no face,
His mony is gone, tis a pittifull cafe.
The Divel of hell in his trade is not worfe,
Then Gilter and Diver, and Cutter of purfe.
Youth, youth &c.
The poor fervant maid wears her purfe in her placket,
A place of quick feeling, and yet you can take it ;
Nor is me aware that you have done the feat,
Untill me is going to pay for her meat :
Then me cryes and rages
Amongft the baggages,
And fwears at one thruft me hath loft all her wages;
For me is ingaged her own to difburfe,
A Caveat for Cut-purfes.
To make good the breach of the cruel Cut-purfe.
Youth, youth &c.
Your eyes and your fingers are nimble of growth,
But Dun many times hath been nimbler then both ;
Yet you are deceived by many a flut,
But the Hangman is only the Cut-purfes cut.
It makes you to vex
When he bridles your necks,
And then, at the laft, what becomes of your tricks?
[But when you fhould pray, you begin for to curfe
[The hand that firft mew'd you to flam at a purfe.
Youth, youth &c.
But now to my hearers this counfel I give,
And pray, friends, remember it as long as you live;
Bring out no more cam in purfe, pocket or wallet,
Then one fingle penny to pay for this ballet ;
For Cut-purfe doth fhrowd
Himfelf in a cloud,
There's many a purfe hath been loft in a crowd ;
For he's the moft rogue that doth crowd up, and curfes,
Who firft cryes, " my Mafters, beware of your purfes."
Oh youth ! thou hadft better been ftarv'd by thy nurfe,
'hen live to be hanged for cutting a purfe.
FINIS.
275
276
The Houfeholders New-
year's Gift.
To the Tune of " Where is my true love."
[This excellent mufical dialogue between a Hufband and a Wife
the firft complaining of poverty, and the laft cheering him in his mif-
fortunes, was unqueftionably written in a dear year, fuch as Stow def-
cribes 1596, when wheat was fold as high as fix, feven and eight fhillings
abufhel, or 1597 when the price rofe to thirteen fhillings (Annals 1615
p. 1279). Although the only known edition of what follows was
" Printed for F. Coules dwelling in the Old Bayly," we may feel aflured
that it originally came out nearly half a century earlier. The title at
length is in thefe terms : — " The Houfholders New-yeeres Gift, Con
taining a pleafant Dialogue between the Hufband and his Wife, pleafant
to be regarded." Whenever it was firft printed, it was obvioufly at the
commencement of a new year.]
RIEVE no more, fweet hufband,
to grieve it is in vaine ;
Little it availeth
to grieve, or elfe complaine :
Then, fhew thy need to no man,
for it doth breed difdaine.
Now comes a good new yeare.
H. Alacke, and alas for woe !
how can I chufe ?
Houfeholders New-year's Gift. 277
The world is grown fo cruell,
that friendship few doe ufe :
Flattery gets credit,
plaine troth it over thro wes.
O Lord ! fend a good new yeare.
W. The world is deceitfull,
then truft it not, my deare ;
But take this comfort to thee,
thy faddeft thoughts to cheere :
The Lord will never leave them,
where true love doth appeare ;
And God fend a merry new yeare !
H. What comfort can I take, wife,
when forrow is fo great ?
Mifery on all fides
doth us alwayes threat ;
When labour is too little
to finde us bread and meat.
O Lord ! fend a good new yeare.
Scarcitie is planted
in village and in towne :
We fee our neighbours children
goe begging up and downe ;
Few perfons do relieve them,
but all at them doe frowne.
O Lord ! fend a good new yeare.
278
The Houfeholders
W. GreedinefTe is caufer,
good hufband, of this ill :
Pride, that madding monfter,
kind charitie doth kill.
Lord Jefus ! foon amend it
according to thy will ;
And fend us a merry new yeare.
H. Corne in every market
fo deare we dayly fee,
We pay more for a bufhell,
then wee were wont for three :
This cuts the hearts of poore men,
and this undoeth me.
O Lord ! fend a good new yeare.
W. Why hufband, this hath caufed
fo many at this day
To pinch their pretty bellies
within their garments gay ;
And all they thinke too little
upon themfelves to lay.
Good Lord ! fend a merry new yeere.
H. Sweet wife, a thoufand forrowes
doe yet torment my minde,
To thinke for all my labour
how I am frill behinde ;
And for the fame no remedy,
New-year's Gift. 279
alacke ! that I can finde.
Good Lord ! fend a merry new yeere.
W. Take courage, gentle hufband,
and hearken what I fay :
After freezing January
commeth pleafant May ;
There is no ftorme fo cruell,
but comes as faire a day.
Good Lord ! fend a merry new yeere.
H. Gentle wife, I tell thee,
my very heart is done ;
The world's great calamitie
no way can I fhunne,
For ftill in debt and danger
more and more I runne.
Good Lord ! fend a merry new yeere.
W. Be content, fweet hufband,
and hearken unto me :
The Lord is ftill as mercifull
as he was wont to bee.
Goe thou, and ply thy labour,
and I will worke with thee.
Good Lord ! fend a merry new yeere.
I will not be idle,
but I will card and fpin ;
280 Houfeholders New-year's Gift
I will fave together
that thou bringeft in :
No man for a debt is hanged ;
then, pafle thou not a pin,
And God fend a merry new yeere !
H. Deare wife, thy gentle Ipeeches
revive me at the heart,
To fee thee take my poverty
in fuch a gentle part :
If God doe ever raife me,
thou {halt have thy defert ;
And God fend a merry new yeere !
W. Poverty, fweet hufband,
oft time hath been blamed,
But poverty with honefty
never yet was mamed.
The rich man difcontented
may be a poor man named ;
But God fend a merry new yeere !
What thou want'ft in riches
I will fupply in love ;
Thou {halt be my honey,
and I thy turtle dove :
Thou art my beloved,
no forrow {hall remove ;
And God fend a merry new yeere !
28l
The Times Abufes.
To the Tune of " Over and under."
[A remarkable perfonal ballad relating to a well known character
of the reigns of James I. and Charles I, who went about the ftreets in
rags and was univerfally called by the name of Mull'd-fack, in refer
ence, doubtlefs, to his once favourite beverage. It was " Printed for
J. Wright, dwelling in Gilt-fpur-ftreet," and no other copy but that we
have ufed is known to exift. After the title, "The Times Abufes,"
come the following explanatory but not very grammatical lines :
" Muld-Sacke his grievances briefly expreft,
Shewing the caufes doth his mind moleft ;
But yet he merry makes, and dedicates
This fong in love to all which bafenefle hates."
The allufions to, and defcriptions of the various occupations in London
are amufing and curious.]
TTEND, my mafters, and give eare,
whilft here I doe relate
The bafe injurious flanders
are throwne on me in hate :
My wrongs and great abufes
fo commonly are knowne,
As in a fong, to right my wrong,
{hall inftantly be fhowne.
They call me fudling Muld-facke,
when drinke I have got none :
Cannot they looke to their bufineffe,
and let Muld-Sack alone ?
282
The Times Abufes.
If I fometimes a pot or fo
doe drinke for recreation,
My reckning paid, away I goe,
and follow my vocation ;
Not any good man grieving,
offeniive for to be,
By rooking or deceiving ;
from that my thoughts are free.
They call me fudling Muld-Sacke,
when drinke I have got none :
Cannot they thinke on the blacke jacke,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
As I along the ftreets doe ling
the people flocke about me,
No harme to any one I meane,
yet jeeringly they flout me :
The bar-boyes and the tapfters
leave drawing of their beere,
And running forth in hafte they cry,
" See, where Muld-Sacke comes here !"
Thus am I jeered by them,
though harme I doe them none :
Cannot they looke to their fmall cans,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
The jeering cunning curtezan,
and rooking roaring boy,
The Times Abufes. 283
Which day and night doe take delight
in drunkennefle to joy,
They with their pimps and panders,
Decoy es, and cheating knaves,
Which run to wenches, drinks and roars,
and fimple men deceives,
They have no grace to guide well,
and confcience they have none ;
Cannot they take heed of Bridewell,
and let Muld-facke alone ?
The glutton rich that feedeth
of beefe and mutton ftore,
And hates the poore that needeth,
which goes from doore to doore,
And will not fpend his money
but for the love of drinke,
And grieves to give a penny,
fo well he loves his chinke,
Too many fuch alive is,
of whom I am fure he's one :
Cannot he remember Dives,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
Tearme-trotting petty-foggers,
which are fo fine and nice,
Will drinke, if they meet rightly,
a cup of ale and fpice ;
284
The Times Abufes.
Yet muft they take their chamber
before they doe begin,
And if they can but hide it,
they thinke it is no finne ;
When I in the ftreets walke open
to the view of every one.
Cannot they looke to their clyents,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
The jeering fleering coxcombe,
with hands behind his backe,
All day, which ftands from morn til night,
to cry " what doe you lacke ?"
With fcoffing, and with taunting,
will by the fleeve me pull,
" What is't you'l buy ?" he'l to me cry,
yet, like a brainleffe gull,
He'l caft on me a fcornfull looke,
though harme I doe him none :
Cannot he looke to his fhop-booke,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
The taylors fawcie prentices,
as I do pafle along,
They at my head will caft their fhreds,
though I doe them no wrong.
The faying old hath oft been told,
it plaine doth verifie,
The Times Abufes. 285
" Poore and proud, ftill taylor like;"
for they moft jeeringly
Doe call me fudling Muld-Sacke,
though drinke I have got none :
Cannot they keepe their fingers true, .
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
Alfo the jeering tripe-wives,
which puddings fell and fowce,
Crye, " There goes fudling Muld-Sacke,
doth wine and beere carowfe ;"
And with difdainfull fpeeches,
having no caufe at all,
Will taunt and feoff, and jeer and laugh,
and bafely me mifcall,
And call me fudling Muld-Sacke,
though I am no fuch one :
Cannot me fcrape her greafie tripes,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
The clownifh country carter
will likewife, with a jeere,
Point at me as I goe along,
his head being fill'd with beere ;
Yet for his jeeres I care not,
but laughing let him pafle,
To follow his cart with " gee, gee ho,"
moft like a witlefle affe :
286
The Times Abufes.
For like a home-bred Clownico,
good manners he knowes none :
Cannot he looke to his waggon,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
The bakers in the fuburbs,
with hearts devoid of pitty,
Bread light and fmall they make for all,
both country and the city,
And fometimes their two penny loafe,
of weight wants ounces three,
As merrily I paffe them by,
they cannot let me be.
They call me fudling Muld-Sacke
when drinke I haue got none ;
Cannot they looke to their confcience,
and let Muld-Sacke alone ?
287
The Lover's Complaint.
To a pleafant New Tune.
[This ballad was " Printed by the Affignes of Thomas Symcocke"
in the reign of James I : there is fome reafon to believe that the old
tunes, fo well known by the names of " I wail in woe" and " Light o'
love," (mentioned in 1578 in "The Gorgeous Gallery of Gallant In
ventions" and in 1584 in " The Handfull of pleafant Delights") might
be named from it. " Light o' love" is employed as an extremely po
pular air in two of Shakefpeare's plays, " The Two Gentlemen of
Verona" and " Much ado about Nothing." Compare alfo Sonnet XI.
of " The Paffionate Pilgrim," with the later ftanzas of the ballad. The
full title is only this, " The Lovers Complaint for the lofle of his
Love."]
WANDER up and downe
and no body cares for me :
Though I am but poore and browne,
yet conftant will I be.
My deareft love, farewell,
a thoufand times adew,
Seeing thou haft forfaken me,
and changed for a new.
I never gave thee caufe
why thou fhouldft me forfake,
Nor never brake the faithfull vow
that you and I did make :
288 The Lover's Complaint.
Farewell, my deareft love ;
I tooke thee at thy word.
Hard hap had I to beat the bum,
and another catch the bird.
I will goe range abroad,
He find fbme other thing :
If I had knowne you would have flowne,
I would have clipt your wing.—
Would you have clipt my wing ?
me anfwered me againe :
You might have done it in the wood ;
you know the time and when.
Farewell, my deareft love,
to thee I made my fute ;
Hard hap had I to graft the tree,
another reape the fruite.
I alwaies waile in woe,
I travaile ftill in paine :
I fee my true love where me goes ;
I hope fhee'l come againe.
I heard a pretty tune
concerning to a fong,
A lover mourning for his love,
and faid me did him wrong :
He had her in the wood,
he might have wrought his will ;
The Lover's Complaint. 289
Pittie it was to doe him good
that he had no better {kill.
In woods, or defert place,
had I ere my love fo,
I thinke I would have plaid with her,
before I had let her goe :
Had me been light of love,
I fhould have foone efpied ;
I trow I would a dipt her wing,
and caus'd her to abide.
Should I let fcape the bird
that I had fail on fift ?
Then, let her laugh and fcoffe at me,
and ufe me as me lift.
He ftill doth beate the bum,
although the bird be loft,
And being flothfull in his fuit,
thus fortune hath him coft.
If with my love in woods
fo happy were I fped,
I fhould fuppofe my hap were hard,
to mifle her maiden head.
Good friend, be rul'd by me
that made this morall fong ;
If thou wander up and downer
thy felfe hath done thee wrong.
p P
2 go The Lover's Complaint.
Thou alwaies wailft in woe,
thou travaileft ftill in paine :
Looke, yonder, where my true love goes,
me will never come againe !
Therefore be rulde by me,
and let thy lover paffe :
If thou looke well, thy chance may be
to find another lafle.
FINIS.
2gi
The Coach's Overthrow.
To the Tune of " Old King Harry."
[As early as 1601 Coaches in London had become fuch a nuifance
that the legiflature found it neceflary to interpofe " to reftrain the ex-
ceflive ufe" of them : not long afterwards, we are told that, not fewer
than 6000 were conftantly crowding the narrow ftreets. About 1630
Sedans alfo came into general requeft, and they are alluded to by R.
Brome and other dramatifts of the time. In 1631 the inhabitants of
Blackfriars petitioned the Privy Council againft the number of coaches
bringing auditors to the theatre there— (Hift. Engl. Dram. Poetry and
the Stage II. 31., III. 408) ; and John Taylor's " World runs on
Wheels," was written to ridicule the increafing fafhion. In 1636 was
printed a ludicrous difcuflion between a Coach and a Sedan ; and to
about this period the following fong, which contemplates the fuppref-
fion of hackney coaches, feems to belong. It is called, in the undated
broadfide, " The Coaches Overthrow, or a joviall Exaltation of divers
Tradefmen and others for the fuppreflion of troublefome Hackney
Coaches:" for "exaltation" we ought doubtlefs to read exultation^
but we have never met with more than one copy, which was " Printed
for Francis Grove." Other obvious mifprints occur, which it is not
worth while to point out, and in one place a line has been nearly cut
off : we have fupplied the deficiency by conje&ure.]
S I pafs'd by the other day,
where facke and claret fpring,
I heard a mad crew by the way,
that lowd did laugh and fing
High downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
292 The Coach's Overthrow.
Tis cry'd aloud,
They make fuch a crowd,
Men cannot pafle the towne.
The boyes that brew ftrong ale, and care
not how the world doth fwing,
So bonny, blith, and joviall are,
their lives are drinke and fing ;
Hey downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
To make them roome
They may freely come,
And liquor the thirfty towne.
The Collier he's a fack of mirth,
and though as black as foote,
Yet ftill he tunes and whiftles forth,
and this is all the note :
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
They long made fooles
Of poore Carry-coales,
But now muft leave the towne.
The Carriers of every mire
are, as from cares immune,
So joviall in this packe horfe quire,
and this is all their tune,
Hey downe, dery, dery downe,
The Coach's Overthrow. 293
with the hackney coaches downe !
Farewell, adew
To the jumping crew,
For they muft leave the towne.
Although a Carman had a cold,
he ftraind his March-bird voice,
And with the beft a part did hold,
to fing and to rejoyce.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
The Carmen's cars,
And the merchants wares,
May paffe along the towne.
The very flugs did pipe for joy
that coachmen hence fhould hye,
And that the coaches muft away,
a mellowing up to lye.
Hey downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coachmen downe !
Paffe they their fcope,
As round as a rope,
Wee'l jogge them forth of the towne.
Promoters and the informers,
that oft offences hatch,
In all our times the money-wormes,
and they are for to catch,
294 The Coach's Overthrow.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
For thefe reftraints
Will with complaints
Fill all [the noify towne].
The world no more ihall run on wheels
with coach-men, as't has done,
But they muft take them to their heeles,
and try how they can run.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coaches downe !
Wee thought they'd burft
Their pride, lince firft
Swell'd fo within the towne.
The Sedan does (like Atlas) hope
to carry heaven pick-pack,
And likewife, lince he has fuch fcope,
to beare the towne at's back.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coachmen downe !
Arife, Sedan,
Thou fhalt be the man
To beare us about the towne.
I love Sedans, caufe they doe plod
and amble every where,
The Coach's Overthrow. 295
Which prancers are with leather (hod,
and neere difturbe the eare.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coaches downe !
Their jumpings make
The pavement (hake,
Their noyfe doth mad the towne.
The elder brother {hall take place,
the youngeft brother rife ;
The middle brother's out of grace,
and every tradefman cryes,
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
Twould fave much hurt,
Spare duft and durt,
Were they cleane out of towne.
The fick, the weake, the lame alfo,
a coach for eafe might beg,
When they on foot might lightly goe,
that are as right's leg.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coaches downe !
Lets foot it out,
Ere the yeare comes about,
Twill fave us many a crowne.
296 The Coach's Overthrow.
What though we trip ore boots and fhoes,
twill eafe the price of leather :
We fhall get twice what once we loofe,
when they doe fall together.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
Though one trade fall,
Yet in generall
Tis a good to all the towne.
Tis an undoing unto none
that a profeffion ufe :
Tis good for all, not hurt to one,
confidering the abufe.
Then heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
with the hackney coaches downe !
Tis fo decreed
By a royall deed,
To make it a happy towne.
Coach-makers may ufe many trades
and get enough of meanes ;
And coach-men may turne off their jades,
and helpe to draine the fens.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coaches downe 1
The fythe and flayle,
Cart and plow-tayle,
Doe want them out of towne.
The Coach's Overthrow.
But to conclude, tis true, I heare,
they'l foone be out of fafhion ;
Tis thought they very likely are
to have a long vacation.
Heigh downe, dery, dery downe,
With the hackney coaches downe !
Their terme's neere done,
And fhall be begun
No more in London towne.
297
298
The Bad Hufband turn'd
Thrifty.
To the Tune of. Hey ho my Honey.
[The name at the end of the enfuing ballad has not occurred before,
and we can give no account of John Wade, or of his other productions :
this may have been printed for the firft time " for W. Thackeray, T.
Paffinger and W. Whitwood," towards the middle of the feventeenth
century, but it may alfo have appeared confiderably earlier, and it con
tains no peculiar note of time. The title of the broadfide is, " A Ca
veat for Young Men, or the bad Hufband turn'd Thrifty," followed
by eight lines enforcing the moral of the performance. We have in-
ferted no other ballad to the fame tune.]
LL you young ranting blades
that fpend your time in vain,
Remember that old age
you cannot it refrain ;
And whilft that you are young
this Caveat take of me :
Be ruled by no tempting tongue
to bring you to poverty.
/ have been a bad hujband long,
and have fpent ftore ofjilver and gold;
Yet now lie fave fome thing whilft I am young
to keep me when I am old.
The Bad Huiband turn'd Thrifty. 299
I had good ftore of means,
and liv'd moft gallantly ;
But yet upon wenches, and on queans
I fpent it by and by.
My hoaftis {he was full of laughter
fo long as I had money good ftore ;
And my children muft drink fair water,
whilft I in the ale-houfe did roar.
/ have been &c.
My wife would me intreat
the ale-houfe to refrain ;
Then I with anger great
made anfwear ftraight again : —
If you begin to fcold
then I will bang thy coat.—
What woman her tongue can hold,
when a man fwallows all down his throat ?
/ have been &c.
My children and I muft fit
until we ftarve and pine,
Whilft you your guts full get
of tobacco, beer and wine.
Half that you fpend in vain,
and meerly throw away,
Our family would maintain,
and our houfe-rent it would pay.
/ have been &c.
300 The Bad Hufband
But yet Ide not be rul'd
by thefe words fhe did fay :
My felfloftenfool'd,
which brought me to decay.
I no fooner had fold a cow
but ftrait to the ale-houfe I ran ;
My hoaftis unto me would bow,
until all my money was gone.
/ have been &c.
She'd chuck me under the chin,
and perhaps would give me a kifs ;
As Venus drew Adonis in,
my hoaftis would never mifs :
She'd tell me it was too early,
or elfe it was too late,
Until by the oyl of barley
they had gotten my whole eftate.
/ have been &c.
Thus day and night I ranted,
and no company did refufe ;
Whilft my wife and children wanted,
I did my felf abufe.
I could not fcarce afford
my children clothes to wear,
Nor my wife one good word,
turn'd Thrifty. 3°'
fuch was her grievous care.
/ have been &c.
The more my wife did fpeak,
the worfer I would be ;
Fde drinke till my brains did ake,
onely to anger me :
So long as I had a penny
Fde never give out for game ;
But fince I have found by many,
a good fellows a coftly name.
/ have been &c.
At laft I did perceive
my eftate was almoft gone ;
Then it was time to leave,
and fome words I thought upon.
I went into an ale-houfe,
where all my coyn I had drown'd
In company with good fellows
I had fpent an hundred pound.
/ have been &c.
I then thefe words replied :—
Hoaftis, money I have none.
A flagon me me denied,
and bid me ftraight be gone.
302
The Bad Huiband
What, will you not truft me a flagon ?
thofe words replied I :
No, quoth fhe, not a nogging,
if you fhould ftarve and dye.
/ have been &c.
I then went fighing home,
and a vow ftraightway did make,
They fhould fit whilft day of doom
before one penny of me fhould take,
A new life I will now begin;
the ale-wives fhall fit like elves,
They fhall both card and fpin,
or elfe go hang themfelves.
/ have been &c.
Now, I all men advife
this Caveat think upon ;
Be ruled by your wives,
for old age it will come.
If they know you have money,
the ale-wives with you will crack ;
They'l fuck you, as bees fuck honey,
then hang you behind your back.
/ have been &c.
Therefore in time be ruled
fave fomething while you have it ;
turn'd Thrifty.
By no ale-wives be you fooled,
and then repent too late :
For when that all is gone,
and you have but little flock,
If to the ale-wives you make moan,
they will you but jear and mock.
/ have been a bad hujband long,
and have fpent ftore ofjlher and gold \
Yet now He fave fomething whilji I am young
to keep me when I am old.
JOHN WADE.
303
The Pedlar's Lamentation.
To the Tune of " My life and my death."
[An excellent ballad for Autolycus, though, from various allufions
in it, of too modern a date. The contents of a Pedlar's pack, foon after
a licenfe became neceflary, are very minutely ftated, and, even to the
" choice fongs and merry books," accord well with the articles in which
" the rogue " of " The Winter's Tale " dealt. The ballad was " Printed
for J. Back, at the Black-boy on London-bridge," under the following
title : — " The forrowful Lamentation of the Pedlars and Petty Chap
men, for the hardnefs of the times, and the decay of trade."]
HE times are grown hard, more harder then
ftone,
And therefore the Pedlars may well make
their moan,
Lament and complain that trading is dead,
That all the fweet golden fair days now are fled.
Then, maidens and men, come fee what you lack.
And buy the fine toys that I have in my pack !
Come hither and view, here's choice and here's ftore,
Here's all things to pleafe ye, what would you have
more ?
Here's points for the men, and pins for the maid,
The Pedlar's Lamentation.
305
Then open your purfes and be not afraid.
» Come, maidens &c.
Let none at a tefter repent or repine :
Come bring me your money, and Fie make you fine ;
Young Billy mail look as fpruce as the day,
And pretty fweet Betty more finer then May.
Then, maidens &c.
To buy a new licenfe your money I crave ;
'Tis that which I want, and 'tis that which you have :
Exchange then a groat for fome pretty toy,
Come, buy this fine whittle for your little boy.
Comey maidens &c.
Here's garters for hofe, and cotten for mooes,
And there's a guilt bodkin, which none would refufe :
This bodkin let John give to fweet Miftrifs Jane,
And then of unkindnefs he (hall not complain.
Come, maidens &c.
Come buy this fine coife, this drefiing, or hood,
And let not your money come like drops of blood :
The Pedlar may well of his fortune complain,
If he brings all his ware to the market in vaine.
Then, maidens &c.
Here's band firings for men, and there you have lace,
Bone-lace to adorne the fair virgins fweet face :
R R
306
The Pedlar's Lamentation.
What ever you like, if you will but pay,
As foon as you pleafe you may take it away.
Then, maidens &c.
The world is fo hard that we find little trade,
Although we have all things to pleafe every maid :
Come, pretty fair maids, then make no delay,
But give me your hanfel, and pack me away.
Come, maidens &c.
Here's all things that's fine, and all things that's rare,
All modim and neat, and all new London ware :
Variety here you plainly may fee,
Then, give me your money, and we will agree.
Come, maidens &c.
We travail all day through dirt and through mire,
To fetch you fine laces and what you defire ;
No pains do we fpare to bring you choice ware,
As gloves and perfumes, and fweet powder for hair.
Then, maidens &c.
We have choice of fongs, and merry books too,
All pleafant and witty, delightful and new,
Which every young fwain may whittle at plough,
And every fair milk-maid may fing at her cow.
Then, maidens &c.
Since trading's fo dead we muft needs complain,
And, therefore, pray let us have fome little gain :
The Pedlar's Lamentation.
307
If you will be free, we will you fupply
With what you do want ; therefore, pray come and buy,
The world is fo hard, that although we take pains,
When we look in our purfes we find little gains.
FINIS.
3o8
melancholy
Poor Robin's Dream, commonly
called Poor Charity.
To the Tune of " A Game at Cards."
[An ancient ballad, but clearly with fome modern interpolations,
efpecially near the end. It is a fort of Morality, or Moral-play, in the
form of a fong, and the alluflons to the ftage and to imperfonations
upon it, fuch as Time, Confcience, Plain-dealing, Diilimulation,
Youth, Age, &c. are obvious. Poor Robin figured afterwards very
prominently in many popular productions. To the title we have placed
at the head, the following diftich is added : —
" I know no reafon but this harmlefs riddle
May as well be printed, as fung to a fiddle ; "
and it was accordingly " Printed by J. Lock for J. Clark at the Harp
and Bible in Weft Smith-field : " this certainly was not the earlieft im-
preffion, though no older copy has yet come to light. The information
regarding the tune, in a ftill more modern impreffion, is unufually
minute : — " To a compleate Tune, well known to Mufitians and many
others, or a game at Cards."]
O W now, good fellow ! what, all amort ?
I pray thee, tell me what is the news ?—
Trading is dead, and I am forry for't,
Which makes me look worfe then I ufe.
If a man hath no employment, whereby to get penny,
He hath no enjoyment in that he wanteth money ;
And charity is not ufed by many.
Poor Robin's Dream. 309
[I have nothing to fpend, nor Ive nothing to lend ;
Ive nothing to do, I tarry at home.
Sitting in my chair, drawing near to the fire,
I fell into a deep, like an idle drone ;
And as I flept I fell into a dream:
I faw a play adled without er'e a theam,
But I could not tell what the play did mean.
But afterwards I did perceive,
and fomething more I did underftand :
The ftage was the world wherein we live,
the aftors they were all mankind ;
And when the play is ended the ftage down they fling.
There will be no difference in this thing
Between a Beggar and a King.
The firft that acfted, I proteft,
was Time, with a glafs and a fithe in his hand,
With the globe of the world upon his breaft,
to fliew that he could the fame command.
There's a time for to work, and a time for to play,
A time for to borrow, and a time for to pay,
And a time that doth call us all away.
Confcience in order takes his place,
and very gallantly plays his part :
He fears not to fly in a rulers face,
although it cuts him to the heart.
He tells them all, this is the latter age,
310
Poor Robin's Dream.
Which put the a&ors in fuch a rage,
That they kickt poor Confcience off the ftage.
Plain-dealing prefently appears,
in habit like a fimple man :
The acftors at him made mocks and jears,
pointing their fingers as they ran.
How came this fellow in our company ?
Away with him ! many a gallant did cry,
For Plain-dealing will a beggar dye.
Diffimulation mounted the ftage ;
but he was cloathed in gallant attire :
He was acquainted with Youth and Age ;
many his company did defire.
They entertain'd him in their very breaft ;
There he could have harbor, and quietly reft,
For diflemblers and turn-coats fare the beft.
Then cometh in poor Charity :
methinks me looked wondrous old ;
She quiver'd and me quak't moft piteoufly,
it griev'd me to think me was grown fo cold.
She had been in the city, and in the country,
Amongft the lawyers and nobility ;
But there was no room for poor Charity.
Then comes in Truth, well cloathed in wool,
but like unto Youth in his white lawn fleeves,
And fays, the land it is full, full, full,
Poor Robin's Dream.
too full of rebels worfe then theeves.
The city's full of poverty, the French are full of pride,
Fanaticks full of envy, which order can't abide ;
And the ufurers bags are full befide.
Hark, how Bellona's drums they do beat !
methinks it goes rattling through the town.
Hark, how they thunder through the ftreet,
as though they would fhake the chimneys down !
Then comes in Mars, the great god of war,
And bids us face about, and be as we were ;
But when I awakt I fat in my chair.
312
God fpeed the Plough, And
blefs the Corn-mow.
The Tune is, " I am the Duke of Norfolk."
[This is the earlieft known impreffion. of a ballad-dialogue, which to
this day has-been orally preferved in fome parts of the country : in Mr.
J. H. Dixon's " Ancient Poems" &c, (printed for the Percy Society)
is one of thefe traditional verfions, and another is given in Mr. Davies
Gilbert's " Chriftmas Carrols." Our copy is, like our other ballads,
in black letter, but without any printer's name, fo that we have more
imperfect means than ufual of fixing its date. The title — u God fpeed
the Plow, and blefs the Corn-mow, a Dialogue between the Hufband-
man and Serving-man," — is followed by fix lines ftating the particular
purpofe of the ballad, viz. to (how the fuperiority of the life of the
former to the latter. The tune may ferve to prove the antiquity of
the ballad, fince it was, doubtlefs, derived from fome lyrical produc
tion on the execution of the Duke of Norfolk in 1572.]
Y noble friends, give ear,
If mirth you love to hear ;
Fie tell you, as fa ft as I can,
A ftory very true :
Then, mark what doth enfue,
Concerning a Hufband-man.
A Serving-man did meet
A Hufband-man in the ftreet,
and thus unto him he began.
God fpeed the Plough. 313
I pray you, tell to me
Of what calling you be,
or if you be a Serving-man ?—
Quoth he, my brother dear,
The coaft I mean to clear,
and the truth you fhall underftand.
I do no one difdain,
But this I tell you plain,
I am an honeft Hufband-man.
Serving-man.
If a Hufband-man you be,
Then, come along with me ;
Tie help you, as foon as I can,
Unto a gallant place,
Where in a little fpace
you (hall be a Serving-man.
Hujband-man.
Sir, for your diligence
I give you many thanks,
then anfwered the Plowman again :
I pray you, to me mow
Whereby that I might know,
what pleafures hath a Serving-man.
. Serving-man.
A Serving-man hath pleafure,
Which pafleth time and meafure,
when the hawk on his fift doth ftand :
God fpeed the Plough.
His hood and his verrils brave,
And other things we have,
which yields joy to a Serving-man.
Hujband-man.
My pleafure's more than that,
To fee my oxen fat,
and to profper well under my hand ;
And therefore I do mean,
With my horfe and team,
to keep my felf a Hufband-man.
Serving-man.
O ! 'tis a gallant thing,
In the prime time of the Spring,
to hear the huntfman, now and than,
His beaugle for to blow,
And the hounds run all a row
this is pleafure for a Serving-man,
To hear the beagle cry,
And to fee the faulcon fly,
and the hare trip over the plain ;
And the huntfman, and the hound
Make hill and dale refound :
this is pleafure for a Serving-man.
Hujband-man.
'Tis pleafure, you do know,
To fee the corn to grow,
and to grow fo well on the land :
1
God (peed the Plough. 3 1 5
The plowing and the fowing,
The reaping and the mowing,
yeelds pleafure to the Hufband-man.
Serving-man.
At our table you may eat
All forts of dainty meat,
Pig, cony, goofe, capon and fwan ;
And with lords, and ladies fine,
You may drink beer, ale, and wine :
this is pleafure for a Serving-man.
Hujband-man.
While you eat goofe and capon,
Tie feed on beefe and bacon,
and a piece of hard cheefe now and than:
We pudding have, and foufe,
Always ready in the houfe ;
which contents the honeft Hufband-man,
Serving-man.
At the Court you may have
Your garments fine and brave,
and cloak with gold lace layd upon ;
A fhirt as white as milk,
And wrought with fined filk :
that's pleafure for a Serving-man.
Hujband-man.
Such proud and coftly gear
Is not for us to wear
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God fpeed the Plough.
amongft the bryers, and brambles many one
A good ftrong ruflet coat,
And at your need a groat,
will fuffice for the Hufband-man.
A proverb here I tell,
Which likes my humour well,
and remember it well I can :
If a Courtier be too bold,
He'l want when he is old :
then, farewell to the Serving-man.
Serving-man.
It needs muft be confeft,
That your calling is the beft :
no longer difcourfe with you I can ;
But henceforth I will pray,
By night and by day,
Heavens blefs the honeft Hufband-man !
The
Merry Man's Refolution.
To a gallant new Tune, called " The Highlander's new Rant."
[The initials L. P., at the end of this produ&ion, (hew that it was
by Lawrence Price, of whom we have before fpoken : it contains a
fingular enumeration of the queftionable localities of London, not very
long before the Reftoration. It was " Printed for Francis Grove, on
Snow Hill," and the full title is this :— " The Merry Man's Refolu
tion, or his laft farewel to his former acquaintance,
" Declaring how he rambled up and down
Through all the Suburbs of fair London Town,
Where pretty wenches he did plenty find,
But fome of them agreed not with his mind ;
Till, at the laft, by chance he found out one
Which pleafed him beft, fo left the reft alone :
To her he then clinged clofe, as I heard tell,
Made her his mate, and bid the reft farewell."]
OW, farewel to Saint Gilefes
that ftandeth in the fields,
And farewel to Turnbul ftreet,
for that no comfort yields :
Farewel unto the Grey-hound,
and farewel to the Bell,
And farewel to my land-lady,
whom I do love fo well.
3i8
The Merry Man's Refolution.
With a come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
Farewel to Long- Acre
that ftands near the Mews,
And farewel to Drury Lane
where pretty wenches ufe ;
And farewel unto Sodom,
and all her painted drabs,
And farewel unto Bloomfbury,
and all their vapouring fcabs :
And come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
Farewel to Crofle-lane,
where lives fome babes of graces ;
Farewel to Common-garden,
and all her wanton places :
Farewel unto Weftminfter,
and farewel to the Strand,
Where I had choice of Mopfies
ever at my own command.
Sing, come Love,
Stay Love,
The Merry Man's Refolution.
go along with me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
Farewel to the Bank-fide,
farewel to Blackmans-ftreet,
Where with my bouncing lafles
I oftentimes did meet :
Farewel to Kent-ftreet garrifon,
farewel to Horfly-down,
And all the fmirking wenches
that dwell in Redriff town.
And come Love,
Stay Love,
go along with me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
Now farewel unto Wapping,
and farewel to Black-wall :
Farewel to Ratclife High-way,
Rofemary-lane and all :
And farewel unto Shore-ditch,
and More-fields eke alfo,
Where mobs to pick up callies
a night walking do go.
Then, come Love,
Stay Love,
go along with me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
319
320 The Merry Man's Refolution
In White-crofie-ftreet, and Golden-lane,
do ftraping laffes dwell,
And fo there do in every ftreet
twixt that and darken-well :
At Cow-crofle and Smith-field
I have much pleafure found,
Where wenches, like to Fayeries,
did often trace the round.
Yet, come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all thofe girls He forfake for thee.
Yet fomething more He fpeak off,
which feems to many ftrange ;
There's ftore of pretty wenches
live neere to the Exchange :
And many more there are, fure,
that dwelleth in Cheap-fide,
And other ftreets in London,
which are both broad and wide.
Yet, come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all thofe girles He forfake for thee.
To all the country Mopfies,
wherever they do dwell,
The Merry Man's Refolution.
In this my laft conclufion
I likewife bid farewel :
Though they were ufed, in former time,
to come when I did call,
I take thee for the boldeft,
and beft among them all.
Then, come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all the world He forfake for thee.
At Briftol and at Glocefter
I had of loves great ftore,
But now I find enough of thee ;
I will defire no more :
And what I have faid to thee
thou (halt find true and right ;
He doe thee trufty fervice
at morning and at night.
Then, come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all the world lie forfake for thee.
Farewel unto black patches,
and farewel powdered locks,
And farewel Luthner's ladies,
for they are full of mocks.
T T
321
322 The Merry Man's Refolution.
Farewel the Cherry-garden,
for evermore adue ;
And farewel to Spur- Alley,
and all that wanton crew.
And, come Love,
Stay Love,
go not from me ;
For all thofe girles He forfake for thee.
L. P.
FINIS.
323
Well matched at laft.
To the Tune of " I know what I know."
[This comic ballad was certainly pofterior to another in our collec
tion, (p. 97.) becaufe the name of the tune to which it was fung was
derived from " Few Words are beft," the burden of which is " I know
what I know." What follows was " Printed at London, for J.
Wright, junior, dwelling at the upper end of the Old Bailey," as
ufual, without date; and it was called, "A pleafant new Ditty, intituled
Though rich golden Booties your luck was to catch,
Your laft was the beft, caufe you met with your match."
Several modern fongs have been written in imitation of it, but we
have never feen it reprinted, unlefs the old copy, which we have em
ployed, were itfelf a reprint.]
RICH wealthy batchelour, thirty and odde,
Had now a new crotchet crept into his
pate :
A wife he muft have, what-foever betide,
And well linde with rubbifli to inrich his ftate.
Faire maidens were offend him, two, three and four,
Sufficient men's daughters, with money to boote,
Yet his greedy mind did ftill gape after more,
For he faid, 'twas too little for him to go to'te.
Well Matched at laft.
His meanes did afford him three hundred a yeere,
And three bonny laffes had thoufands apeece ;
Yet for it, and them, hee a pin did not care,
Though one of them was to a gentleman neece.
Shall I for a paltery poore thoufand pound
A young wench goe marry with nothing but breed,
Confume me in longings, in fafhions and toyes ?
No ; yet it is time, and I noW will take heed.
There is a brifk widdow, that dwelleth hard by,
In money hath ten thoufand pounds at the leaft :
He fpruce my felfe up, then, incontinently,
And to her He goe as a fhutering gueft.
This batchelour foone did attaine his defire ;
The day was appointed when they fhould be wed.
His youthfull faire bride was but threefcore and ten,
For fhee had but a tooth and a halfe in her head.
Some three or foure yeares did this bonny lafle live,
Then grim goodman Death tooke her life cleane away ;
And griefe for her lofle had the man almoft fped,
But that a new widdow his journey did flay.
His wife being buried, next morning he went
Another fpruce widdow agen for to fee,
Where mounted on crutches he ftraight one efpide :
Who in ftate of riches was better than fhee ?
His mother's fmocke fure did this widdower weare,
For no fooner wod'd, but he prefenly fped :
Well Matched at laft.
A licence he fetcht, and he marri'd her ftraight ;
Then me threw downe her ftilts, and (he hobbl'd to bed.
Not full ten yeeres older then was his laft wife
Was this fame dryd mummey that lay by his fide :
With fnorting and grunting fhe air'd fo the bed,
That never had groome fuch a night with a bride.
But ftill did her money perfume all againe,
And in a moneth after fhe bed-rid did lye :
Seven winters and fummers fhe lay at fmall cafe,
And then fhe departed, becaufe fhe muft dye.
Five hundred a yeere fhe augmented his ftate ;
Ten thoufand pound cleare by the other he got :
Meane time of another fpruce widdow he heard,
I Then he praid unto Jove that fhe might be his lot.
This widdow feem'd not above fifty at moft,
So fpruce and fo neat was her carkas bedreft ;
She wanted no meanes for to fet her to fale,
They lik't, and were marri'd : now, marke well the reft.
She feem'd fo compleate and fo comely of fhape,
That he doted on her more than on both the reft.
She faid then, fweet hufband, be not you difmaid,
For the truth muft be knowne when you fee me undreft.
Two rowes of white teeth fhe tooke out of her mouth,
And put 'em ftraight into a little round boxe ;
A glaffe eye likewife fhe pull'd out of her head,
Which made the man feare that his wife hadgotknocks.
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326
Well Matched at laft.
Her pouldred curld locks, that fo faire did appeare,
Came off with more eafe than a new fcalded pigge.
I wonder her hufband could laughing forbeare,
When he faw his wife looke like an oflridge's egge.
Then, ftraightway down ftooped this comely fweet bride,
Unlac't, and ungirded her neat woodden legge :
The bridegroome was like to runne out of his wits,
For his eyes ne'er before did behold fuch a hagge.
Then, for to revive him, unto him me flung
Her keyes, that did lead him to treafure great ftore :
This made him to love her, fo both went to bed,
Where he did imbrace her: what would you have more?
Such luck had this hufband to tumble them o're,
That ere one moneth ended me changed her life.
A rich wealthy mifer invited him home,
And faid, if you pleafe, fir, He fhow you a wife.
He fhow'd him his daughter, a girle of fifteene,
But fhe would no liking nor favour him fhow :
Her friends made the match, and they marri'd with fpeed ;
But fhe ne'r endur'd him, I tell you but fo.
This young marri'd wife to fuch cunning was grown,
That fhe fell a longing his coine for to wafte :
French kickfhaws of ten pound a difh fhe would have,
With other dear meats for to fit her fine tafle.
No phyfick, no dodlors, no coft did fhe fpare ;
On pride and new fangles fhe fet her delight :
Well Matched at laft.
327
Her hufband began for to favour of feare,
And to wifh that me ne'r had beene feene in his fight.
No love, nor no liking, this young wife e're had,
Becaufe fhe was forc't to be wed to her hate.
He fickned and dyde, and was laid in his grave ;
So fhe did enjoy his three widdowes eftate.
A young man, that firft was this maiden's true love,
With all expedition they made their difpatch :
For wedding and bedding they both were agreed,
And the three widows hufband did meet with his match
FINIS.
328
Death's uncontrolable Summons.
To the Tune of " My bleeding Heart."
[This ballad is, moft likely, one of the oldeft in our collection, and
the burden of it is the fame as that to a " Roundelay " in " England's
Helicon," 1600, 4to. Sign. D. 2. When it was firft printed we have
no means of afcertaining, and the tune to which it was fung was not
a common one. The fubjecl; is very old, and has been treated in a
variety of ways, to one or more of which a fimilar title was given.
The reprefentation of Death as an old man, and not, according to the
vulgar notion, an unfightly fkeleton, deferves remark. Our original was
publifhed after the Reftoration " for P. Brookfby, at the Golden Ball
in Pye Corner," under the following title :— " Death's uncontrollable
Summons, or the Mortality of Mankind. Being a Dialogue between
Death and a Young-man."]
'N {lumber and fleep my fenfes fall,
hey ho, hey ho ! then flept I :
The bright fun rais'd a mift withal,
eclipfed in the darkfome fky. '
An ancient Father ftood by me,
hey ho, hey ho ! hollow eyes ;
A foul deformed wight was he :
I thought my youth did him defpife.
His cloak was green, his head was gray,
hey ho, hey ho ! filver hair ;
His face was pale as any clay,
his countenance made me much to fear.
Death's uncontrolable Summons,
329
Amazed at the fudden fight ;
hey ho, hey ho ! youthful boy :
I flood as one amazed quite ;
hey ho, hey ho ! difmal day.
Father, quoth I, tell me your name,
hey ho, hey ho ! tell me true ;
I pray you tell to me the fame :
my joynts do tremble at thy view.—
Youth, youth, quoth he, I tell to thee,
hey ho, hey ho ! thy thred is fpun :
My name is Death, I come for thee,
hey ho, hey ho ! thy glafs is run.-
For me, fweet Death ? I hope not fo ;
hey ho, hey ho ! I am young :
Let me be old before I go ;
alas ! my time hath not been long.
I have this worldly wealth at will,
hey ho, hey ho ! afk and have ;
Let me enjoy thofe pleafures flill :
oh ! my foul abhors the grave.-
I fcorn thy treafure and thy pelf;
hey ho, hey ho ! hafte away :
Thy goods fhall perifh with thy felf ;
'tis not thy wealth my ftroak fhall flay
Oh Death ! what will my true love fay ?
hey ho, hey ho ! fhee'l complain
33° Death's uncontrolable Summons
On thee for taking me away :
fweet Death, with her let me remain.—
I tell thee yet thou ftriveft in vain ;
hey ho, hey ho ! go, 'tis time.
Thy vital thread is cut in twain :
oh ! hark and hear the dulfome chyme.—
Then, woe is me ! I muft be gone,
hey ho, hey ho ! heavy heart :
My world's delight and all is done ;
Was never man fo loath to part.
Mark well my fall, you youthful buds,
Hey ho, hey ho ! view my fall :
My pleafures, plenty, life and goods ;
hey ho, hey ho ! Death ends all.
NOTES.
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Notes.
in his
Page 3, line 21.
" I bring to you Saint Giles his bowle."
HIS line refers to the old cuftom of prefenting criminals,
on their way to Tyburn, with a cup of water, at or near
the Church of St. Giles in the Fields. It is alluded to bv
feveral writers, and among them by Thomas Churchyard,
Mirror of Man," 1594, 4to.
" Trufting in friendfhip makes fome be truft up,
Or ride in a cart to kis Saint Giles his cup."
Page 12, line I.
" Chriftmas Lamentation."
In the Pepyfian Colleaion is an anfwer to this ballad, under
title of" Old Chriftmas return'd, or Hofpitality revived," &c. It
" Printed for P. Brookfby."
under the
was
Page 14, line 24.
" Madam, forfooth, in her coach muft wheele."
Stephen Goflbn, in his « Quippes for upftart new-fangled Gentle-
women," 1596, 4to, thus alludes to the then ordinary ufe of coach
" To carrie all this pelfe and tra(h,
becaufe their bodies are unfit,
Our wantons now in coaches dafli
from houfe to houfe, from ftreet to ftrcct.
Were they of ftate, or were they lame, ^
To ride in coach they need not (hame."
See alfo p. 52 and 291 of this volume.
334
Notes.
Page 26, line i.
" Ragged and Torne and True."
This ballad was fo popular, that afterwards others were compofed " to
the tune of Ragged and Torne and True :" one, called " Knavery in
all Trades," was written by Martin Parker, and printed for F. Grove.
Page 27, line i.
" He be no knight of the poft."
Knights of the poft were thofe who for money confented to take
falfe oaths : they are mentioned by moft of the comic writers of the
time, but, as far as we recollect, it nowhere appears why they were
called knights of the poft : perhaps it was becaufe they ftood at a poft,
ready to fwear anything when called upon.
Page 29, line 20.
" And fays, " Gramercy horfe."
For the fuppofed origin of the expreffion " Gramercy horfe," and
"God 'a mercy horfe," fee "Tarlton's Jefts," printed by the Shake-
fpeare Society, p. 23. The faying is however older than the time of
Tarlton, though it is there imputed to him.
Page 35, line 21.
cc Nor that mad fpirit Robin,
that plagues both wife and maid."
The reafon why we ftate, in the introduction to this ballad, " that
'The Mad Pranks' of Robin Goodfellow had been printed before
1588" is, that they are clearly alluded to in Tarlton's "News out
of Purgatory," which, though without date, muft have been publifhed
juft after his death in Sept. 1588.
Page 49, line 26.
cc While Mock-beggar Hall ftands empty."
On the word "Mockbeggar" Mr. Halliwell inferts the following,
in his " Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words." " Forby -has,
Mockbeggar-hall, a houfe looking well outfide, but having a poor in
terior. There is a houfe fo called at Claydon."
Notes.
335
Page 51, line I.
" Their prodigal fons have fold for gilt."
i.e. for gelt A. S. money. Our old writers punned upon the word,
as in Middleton's " Family of Love," where Dryfat fays u Ay,
marry, there fpoke an angel : gilt's current, indeed." DycSs Middle-
ton's Works, ii. 197.
Page 80, line 8.
A mifprint is here imputed by miftake : " made him tremble" is
correct, the ballad-writer having refumed the third perfon and the nar
rative form.
Page 91, line 20.
" The lifefome monthes of May and June."
For u lifefome" read lifefome.
Page 104, line n.
It ought to have been here added, that the broadfide has no printer's
name nor date : perhaps they have been accidentally cut off. We
might fuppofe from the title, that Day's play, " The Fair Maid of
Briftow," 1605, was founded on this ballad ; but fuch is not the fa&,
although it is probable that the ftriking incidents of it were dramatized
at the time.
Page 135, line 11.
" In the pofleflion of Lord Francis Egerton."
Since this was printed Lord Francis Egerton has been raifed to the
peerage by the title of Earl of Ellefmere.
Page 135, line 12.
It is ufually faid that John Heywood was born at North Mims,^but
the only authority for this ftatement is Peacham's " Complete Gen
tleman," and all he aflerts is, that Heywood had property there.
the other hand, Bale informs us that he was civls Londinenfts, but not
that he was born there ; and the fa&, as we have mentioned, feems
to be that he was born in Kent, probably at Canterbury.
Page 135, line 21.
" Nor need I fing this fong untill."
The meaning of this line is " Nor need I fing this fong unto them :"
the Scotch ftill ufe " until " for unto.
336
Notes.
Page 138, line 3.
cc The happy man's without a fhirt." .
Alluding to the old Italian novel of the fearch after a perfectly*
happy man : the only happy man found in the world had no fhirt to
his back. It has been verfified by Cafti, Nov. II.
Page 148, line 13.
cc Nothing in all the world be finde."
For " be " read we.
Page 157, line 18:
fc And here hangs pictures two or three."
The " pictures" here alluded to werejlatues of kings and queens.
At that time (as various inftances might eftablifh) the words " pi&ure"
and "flatue" were ufed indifferently : many ftatues were then both
ftatues and pi&ures, being painted to imitate life.
Page 163, line I.
" Conftance of Cleveland."
There is a copy of this ballad in the Pepyfian Collection, " Printed
at London for J. Wright."
Page 1 73, line 5.
cc The Monmouth Cap, the faylors thrum."
Monmouth caps are mentioned by Shakefpeare and by many other
writers of his time. In a note in Collier's Shakefpeare, iv. 552, it is
faid that " they were worn both by foldiers and failors," and our ballad
affords proof of it : in this line it is called " the faylors thrum," and
in the next ftanza but one we have " The fouldiers that the Mon
mouth wear."
Page 173, line 18.
" The perriwig, the Cap of late."
Barnaby Rich, in 1581, fpeaks of " perriwigs" having then come
into fafhion : fee his " Farewell to Military Profeflion," (reprinted for
the Shakefpeare Society) in what he calls the " Conclufion," The
fame point may be eftablifhed from Philip Stubbes' "Anatomy of
Abufes," 1583, and many other authorities.
Notes.
Page 178, line 24.
" The Butterboxes potion."
Butterbox was a common nick-name for a Dutchman, in reference
to one chief product of.his country.
Page 1 80, line 25.
<c And gorrilPd guts will quarrel."
See Collier's Shakefpeare, iv. 255, n. 8.
Page 185, line 7.
cc Our knockers make no noife."
We ought perhaps to read knackers for " knockers/' See a fong in
Middleton's " Spaniih Gipfey," (edit. Dyce, iv. 146.) in the meafure
of this ballad, and doubtlefs to the fame tune.
Page 207, line 28.
" In London all the yeare."
A highly curious enumeration in verfe of the principal Cries of Lon
don is given in T. Hey wood's " Rape of Lucrece," 1608, where, as
was ufual with our old dramatifts, the manners of the metropolis of
England are imputed to Rome. Several of the Cries are identical with
thofe in our ballad.
Page 208, line 9.
" Anye welflet oyfters."
u Welflet oyfters " may be a mifprint for Wainfleet oyfters.
Page 208, line 13.
" For why, the are but Kentifh."
The letter y has dropped out in this line, which ought to run, " For
why, they are but Kentifh."
Page 213, line 2.
" With nimming of a fee."
It is fcarcely neceflary to fay that to nim is to (hatch or take nimbly;
from the A. S. mman : in modern German it is nehmcn.
337
X X
338
Notes.
Page 227, line 16.
For " fecond ftanza " read third ftanza.
Page 259, line 4.
cc Old Flatcap is laid in his grave."
Flatcap was of old not an unufual derifive defignation for a citizen,
as in the well-known paflage from Ben Jonfon's " Every Man in his
Humour," Act ii. Sc. I.
. — " mock me all over,
From my flatcap. unto my fhining fhoes."
On page 211 we have already had a moft appofite illuftration of the
laft part of the quotation.
Page 264, line 3.
This tune fhould feem, from the correfponding meafure of the two
ballads, to be the fame as " To drive the cold winter away."
Page 269, line 17.
"Where I fung Lachrima."
Lacbrymte, here called Lachryma for the fake of the rhime, was a
very celebrated old tune, mentioned by Maflinger and many other
authors : from its character it is generally termed " the doleful tune of
Lachrymae."
Page 272, line 4.
cc And bidden beware of the cut-purfe fo bold."
Purfes were formerly worn fufpended at the girdle, and could eafily
be cut away : hence, perhaps, the origin of the term " cut-purfe," the
modern equivalent of which is " pick-pocket."
Page 279, line 14.
" For ftill in debt and danger."
A debtor was formerly faid to be " within the danger " of his cre
ditor, ("Merchant of Venice," Act iv. Sc. i.) and hence the proverb
" Out of debt out of danger."
Notes.
Page 280, line 4.
" Then, pafle thou not a pin."
The phrafe " pafs thou not a pin," is equivalent to " care thou not a
pin." Shakefpeare, 2 Henry VI. A& iv. Sc. 2, has " pafs not " for care
not ; and in the fame place in the older play of the " Contention," the
precife words " pafs not a pin " occur. Collier's Shakefpeare, v. 189.
Page 284, line 12.
" To cry, < What doe you lacke.' "
Shopkeepers and their 'prentices in former times ftood at their doors
inquiring of paflengers " What do you lack ? " They are often ridi
culed by thefe terms.
Page 289, line 18.
" Thus fortune hath him coft."
For " coft " read c roft.
Page 292, line 20.
f c Of poore Carry-coales."
Referring to the proverbial expreflion, made familiar to all ears
by the firft fcene of " Romeo and Juliet."
Page 295, line 20.
" That are as right's leg."
This line no doubt ought to run, " that are as right as his leg."
Page 309, line 12.
c And when the play is ended, the ftage down they fling."
Alluding to the temporary ftages, in early times creeled in inn-yards,
at fairs, &c. which were removed, or flung down, as foon as the per
formance was at an end.
Page 314, line I.
" His hood and his verrils brave."
Poflibly here we ought to read terrils or terrials^ as in T. Heywood's
" Woman killed with Kindnefs :"
" The terrials of her legs were ftain'd with blood."
339
340
Notes.
Page 314, line 16.
cc And the hounds run all a row."
A colon fhould have been placed at the end of this line.
315, line 15.
cc We puddings have and foufe."
" Soufe " fometimes feems to be ufed for any kind of pickled meat,
but ftri&ly it means the pickled ears of fwine. See Dyce's Beaumont
and Fletcher, vii. 125, and viii. 216.
Page 3 15, line 23.
cc And wrought with fineft filk."
Philip Stubbes, in the 2nd. edit, of his "Anatomy of Abufes,"
8vo. 1583, ftates that in his time thefe fhirts fometimes coft 5/. or even
I0/. each. fo. 23. b. This paflage, like many other curious additions,
is not in the firft impreflion printed in the fame year.
Page 319, line 23.
<c Where mobs to pick up callies."
For " callies " we ought doubtlefs to read cullies.
Page 324, line 12.
cc And to her He go as a fhutering gueft."
The words " fute " and " fuitor " feem of old to have often been
pronounced Jhute and Jhuter ; and Shakefpeare in " Love's Labours
Loft," AcT: iv. Sc. I. founds a pun upon the circumftance. Drayton,
in his " Idea, the Shepheard's Garland," 1593, has
" Though Envy fute her feven-times poyfned dartes ; "
and Stubbes calls Shooter's Hill Suters Hill.
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