or A Dialogue between Two Amorous Ladies, E.G. Dame Portsmouth was design'd for France, But therein was prevented; Who mourns at this Unhappy Chance, and sadly doth lament it. To the Tune of, Tom the Taylor, Or, Titus Oats. without dissimulation, When dost thou home return again, and leave this English Nation? Your youthful days are past and gone, you plainly may perceive it Winter of age is coming on, 'tis true, you may believe it. And, Nelly, is't not so with thee, why dost thou seem to flout me, I am in clos'd with misery, and sorrows round about me: O, 'twas a sad and fatal hour, as ere could come to me, When Death did all my joys devour, on purpose to undoe me. Thy loss was much, I must confess, and much to be lamented, Now thou art almost pittiless, thy design it is prevented: To France 'twas thy intent to go, but therein did'st miscarry, And trouble 'tis to thee I know, that thou art forc'd to tarry. Fye Nell, this news is worse and worse, and doth increase my trouble, That I must now unstring my purse, doth make my sorrow double: From hence I thought for to convey what in this land I gained, But I am here confin'd to stay, and now my credits stain'd. Pish, lightly come, and lightly go, ne'er let this matter grieve thee, Tho' fortune seems to be thy foe, and for a while to leave thee: Yet shee again on thee may smile, then be not broken hearted, Tho' from this little Brittish Isle, thou must not yet be parted. With care and grief I am opprest, and I am discontented, Sorrow is lodged in my Breast, my Youthful life lamented: How did I vainly spend my time, tho' Riches still increased, And played the Wanton in my prime, but now my comfort's ceased. Well, thou hast laid up Riches store, to serve thee when afflicted, And yet doth carp and crave for more, thou cans't not contradict it: But let enough thy mind suffice since Fortune frowns upon thee, Now shew thyself discreet and wise, or else what will come on thee? Could I but safely get to France, with all my Gold and Treasure, Then would I briskly sing and dance, and Riot beyond measure; But I am crost in my design, which greatly doth torment me, And 'tis in vain for to repine, what Plagues hath Heaven sent me. Madam I fear it will grow worse, with patience strive to bear it, And since you must unstring your purse, for it now be prepared: Your debts in England must be paid believe me what I tell ye, And thereat be not dismaied, but be advised by Nelly. FINIS. Printed for C. Dennisson It will be seen by the foregoing supposed portraits of Nell Gwynne and the Duchess of Portsmouth (which, by the way, do plenty of duty in other ballads) that the patching of this Here be your new Fashions Mistris. Here be your new Fashions Mistris. Paintings, and beauty spots for faces? Masques, and Fans you here may have Taffity Gownes and Scarfes most brave Curled haire, and crisped Locks. Aprons white, and Holland Smocks: All sort of powders here are sold To please all People young and old. Then come my Customers touch and try, Behold and see, draw forth and buy. Unfortunately this little penny book is generally too broad in its humour to be reprinted; but one extract, which may be reproduced, will suffice to show its quality:—"Come who buys my new Fashion'd Periwigs, if there be any manner of Single man, Widdower, or Batchelor that thinks his owne naturall Haire not good enough for him, here is Jack in a box, that will fit him to a haire, with all sorts of Periwigs, and all sorts of colours and fashions, both long Haire, or short Haire, Flaxen haire, or yellow haire, black, blew, red, tawny, browne, or Abraham To one that desired me not to name him.That, any way, my booke should speake thy name: For, if thou shame, ranck'd with my friends, to goe, I am more asham'd to have thee thought my foe. Would needs intreate my custome for a suit: Here Sir, quoth he, for Sattins, Velvets call, What e're you please, I'le take your word for all. I thank'd, took, gave my word; say then, Am I at all indebted to this man? To review, or even to largely quote from the dramatists of the seventeenth century is not within the scope of this work, but I cannot refrain (because they are so scarce) from giving a sample of one of the "Drolls," as they were called—short plays performed in booths at the fairs, and very often abbreviated versions of the legitimate drama, as "Bottom the Weaver," from A Midsummer's Night's Dream; "The Humours of the Gravemakers," from Hamlet. In fact, as the preface to the book [75.], whence the accompanying Droll is taken, states, "The most part of these Pieces were written by such Penmen as were known to be the ablest Artists that ever this Nation produced, by Name, Shake-spear, Fletcher, Johnson, Shirley, and others; and these Collections are the very Souls of their writings, if the witty part thereof may be so termed: And the other small Pieces composed by several other Authors, are such as have been of great fame in this last Age, when the ... Thus were these Compositions liked and approved by all, and they were the fittest for the Actors to represent, there being little Cost in Cloaths, which often were in great danger to be seized by the then Souldiers, who, as the Poet sayes, Enter the Red Coat, Exit Hat and Cloak, was very true, not only in the Audience, but the Actors too, were commonly, not only strip'd, but many times imprisoned, till they paid such Ransom as the Souldiers would impose upon them; so that it was hazardous to Act any thing that required any good Cloaths, instead of which painted Cloath many times served the turn to represent Rich Habits ... and this painting puts me in mind of a piece I once saw in a Country Inn, where was, with the best skill of the Workman represented King Pharaoh with Moses and Aaron, and some others, to explain which figures, was added this piece of Poetry Here Pharaoh with his Goggle Eyes does stare on The High Priest Moses, with the Prophet Aaron. Why, what a Rascal Was he that would not let the People go to eat the Phascal. The Painting was in every wayes as defective and lame as the Poetry, for I believe he who pictured King Pharaoh, had never seen a King in his life, for all the Majesty he was represented with was goggle Eyes, that his Picture might be answerable to the Verse." We see by the above extract that much was not expected in a Droll; and, verily, few could have been disappointed. To modern taste the humour of the majority is too coarse; and, therefore, I have been obliged to take, as an exemplar, the most innocent of its class. |