The Scolding WIFE.

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[87.]There was a young man for lucre of gain

he lov'd a Widow well,

His friends did tell him often and plain,

in scolding she did excel.

Why that is no matter, quoth he,

so I may have her Bags of Gold,

Let her not spare to Brawl and Scold,

for I'll be as merry, as merry can be.

This Woodcock wedded his hearts desire,

a Widow with Money enough;

They was not so soon out of the Quire,

ee'r she began to snuff.139

Methink you be very fine,

you can no quicker get you hence,

Without such large and great expence,

of Sugar'd Sops and Musick to dine.

They was not all at supper set,

or at the board sate down,

E'er she began to brawl and scold,

and call'd him a peaking Clown:

That nothing could he doe

that was pleasing in her sight,

But still she scolded day and night,

which made this merry man's heart full of woe.

If he had provided any good cheer,

for him and her alone,

Then she wou'd a said, with words more hot,

you might a done this of your own;

If sparingly he will be,

then she would have said, with words more hot,

I will not be pinch'd of what I brought,

but of mine own I will be free.

That nothing he could doe,

that was pleasing in his sight

But still she scolded day and night,

which made this merry man's heart full of woe.

A hundred times he curst

the Priest, the Clerk, the Sexton too.

And tongue that did the Widow wooe

and legs that brought him first.

It fell out upon a day

that with his friends he did devise

To break her of her scolding guise,

and what they did they shall be wary;

They got and tyed her Arms,

she could not them undoe.

And many other pretty Charms

they used her unto.

Her Petticoat was rent and torn,

upon her Back they did put on,

They tore her smock sleeves all along,

as if a Bedlam she had been born;

Her hair about her head they shook,

all with a Bramble bush.

They ring her Arms in every crook

till out the blood did gush,

And with an Iron Chain

fast by the leg he did her tye

There within an old dark House by;

so soon he went away again;

And with a countenance so sad

he did his Neighbours call.

Quoth he my Wife is Mad,

she doth so rave and brawl;

Help Neighbours all therefore,

to see if that you can reclaim,

My Wife into her Wits again

for she is troubled wondrous sore,

FINIS.

Printed for B. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye Corner.

139 To take umbrage.

[82.] A Cardinall of Rome had a goodly faire house new built, but the broken brickes, tiles, sand, lime, stones, and such rubbish as are commonly the remnants of such buildings, lay confusedly in heapes and scattered here and there: The Cardinall demanded of his Survayor wherefore the rubbish was not conveyed away: The Survayor said that he proposed to hyre an hundred Carts for the purpose. The Cardinall replyed that the charge of Carts might be saved, for a pitt might bee digged in the ground and bury it. My Lord, said the Survayor, I pray you what shall wee doe with the earth which we digge out of the said pit? Why, thou Coxcombe, said the Cardinall, canst thou not dig the pit deepe enough, and bury all together?

[77.] At Salisbury, Tarlton & his fellowes were to play before the Maior & his brethren: but one of his company (a yong man) was so drunke, that he could not; whereat Tarlton, as mad angry, as he was mad drunke, claps me on his legs a huge pair of bolts.140 The fellow dead asleepe, felt nothing. When all was done, they convayed him to the Jayle on a Man's back, and intreated the Jailer to doe God good service, and let him lye there til he waked. While they were about their sport, the felow waked, & finding himselfe in durance, & the Jaile hung round with bolts and shackles, he began to blesse himselfe, & thought sure in his drunkennesse hee had done some mischiefe. With this hee called to know, but none came to him; then hee thought verily his fault was capitall, and that hee was close prisoner. By and by comes the Keeper, and mooved him, that one so yong should come to so shamefull a death as hanging. Anon, another comes, and another with the like, which further put him in a puzzle. But at last comes Tarlton and others, intreating the Keeper, yet if it might bee, that they might see their fellow ere they went. But hee very hardly was intreated. But at length the poore drunken Signior cald out for them. In they come. Oh Tom, saies Tarlton, hard was thy hap, in drunkennes to murder this honest man, and our hard hap too, to have it reported, any of our company is hang'd for it. O God, O God saies the fellow, is my fault so great? then commend me to all my friends. Well, short tale to make, the fellow forswore drunkennes, if hee could escape, and by as cunning a wile (to his thinking) they got him out of prison by an escape, and sent him to London before, who was not a little glad to be gone. But see how this iest wrought: by little and little the fellow left his excessive drinking, and in time altered his desire of drunkennes.

140 Shackles or fetters.

[12.]A Barber left handed

Trim'd so well, that he bandy'd141

With all the Barbers in the Strand,

For he trims dextrously;142

But that I deny,

'Cause he does it with his left hand.

141 Was at feud. Minsheu gives its meaning "to join in a faction" and its equivalent in French as "bander," "mutiner." Fleming translates "bander" "to rise—to band against one."

142 Dexter, Lat., right hand.

[17.] John came to Thomas his house to speak with him: but Thomas came to the door, and bid his Maid say he was not at home, which John overheard; Two or three days after, Thomas came to speak with John, and John looks out a window, and told him he was not at home: Why do you say so? do I not see you at home? Hey day, says John, I believed your Maid you were not at home and you will not believe me my own self.

[78.] One said a tooth drawer was a kind of unconscionable trade because his trade was nothing else but to take away those things whereby every man gets his living.

[61.] There was a Gentleman who had been very smartly drinking at the Feathers Tavern in Cheapside, where there is a very long entry from the street door to the Bar, and a drinking roome by the way where were many civill persons with their wives at supper, but their door was only shut to and not latched; and this Gentleman staggering thorough, reeld against this door, and fell head long into the Room, to the sudden astonishment of the Company, who rise up and demanded the reason of that rudenesse; the poor Gentleman with very much adoe got up, and staggering with his hat in his hand he made hard shift to cry them all mercy in these words, Gentlemen and Ladyes, I pray excuse my boldnesse, and consider I am not the first that have fallen into ill Company.

The following throws much light on the habits of people in the reign of Charles II., and is valuable as it shows a phase of life not often depicted.

[85.] A Lampoon on the Greenwich Strowlers.

Oh! assist me you Powers, who have Rhimes at command,

For I faith I've a weighty business in hand.

Of the late Greenwich Strowlers I'me now going to sing,

But all things in order—first, God save the King.

Hem; hem; now put we off to the matter,

On Easter Sunday, the Raskals took water;

Where landing at Greenwich, they agreed that a share

Should be settled o' th' Sculler, instead of his fare.

Then up they march'd to the sign of the Bull,

Where asking for Lodging, quoth the folks we are ful.

But we'el see for some for you, and so with that wheadle,

Ud's lid, exit's the Landlord, and enter the Beadle.

With that their Chief Actor begins for to bristle,

Quoth he, p'shaw waw, let the Beadle go whistle,

For I can; and he did, too, produce straight a Pattent,

That had the King's Hand and Seal, and all that in't.

Well this rub of fortune is over; but stay,

They call for a Reckning, theres six Pence to pay.

Now mark how damn'd fortune these Strowlers do's cozen,

They pawn all their stock to pay the half dozen.

But promising th' Host that he should Tricket free,

See their Plays every day, and his whole family.

He releases 'em straight, and now all the rabble

Marcht up to go lye in their Play house,—a Stable.

... ...

... ...

I confess they had never a Scene at all,

They wanted no copy, they had th' original.

For the Windowes being down, and most part of the roof,

How could they want Scenes when they had prospect enough.

Now we will suppose that Munday is come,

And the Play is proclaymed by beat of a Drum.

Faith, now you're supposing, let it be Tuesday morn,

For of Monday, I know no more than the child unborn.

It's said that they Acted not upon Monday,

Something was wanting, and so they lost one day.

They send unto London, what's lacking is gotten,

And so on the next day, w'ye all things did cotten.

The Prizes they took, were a Londoners groat,

A Gentleman's size,143 but his skipkennel's144 pot.

The Townsmen they let in for drink and good chear,

The School boys for peace, and the Seamen for fear.

On Tuesday at three a clock I was we'e 'em,

I kist their doorkeeper, and went in to see 'em.

Being enter'd an Actor145 straight brought me a stool,

Hee'd a held my cloak too, but I wa'nt such a fool.

The first that appear'd, when I was come in,

With her train to her ankles, was who but the Queen.

She civilly made me a curtsy and straight,

Retired to sit on her Fagots of state.

Then in came the King with a Murtherous mind,

Gainst his new married Queen, which when I did find,

I call'd him a side, and whispering in's Ear,

Desired him to fetch me a Flagon of Bear.

There's twelve pence, said I, take the rest for your pains,

Your Servant said he, Sir, sweet Mr Haines.

His Majesty, faith, I must needs say was civil,

For he took up his Heels, and ran for't like a Devil.

Meantime I addrest myself to his Bride,

And took her unto the tireing House side;

A hay loft it was which at a dead lift,

Instead of a better serv'd then for a shift.

But mark the Fate of her Civility,

The Players did rant both at her and me:

And therefore because for fear she'd be lack'd

I ordred the Drummer to beat a long Act.

He beat and he beat, but no Queen appear'd,

He beat till at length the house was all clear'd:

By my Troath a sad loss, but to make 'em amends,

I threw 'em a Crown, and we were all Friends:

And so this Renowned History ends.

143 Sixpence—the 6 on dice being called "size."

144 Footman or footboy.

145 This is an allusion to the custom of the gallants sitting on stools on the stage, so frequently spoken of by the dramatists of the sixteenth century. Indeed Queen Anne found it necessary to issue two proclamations forbidding people other than actors to go on the stage.

[52.] A Gentleman upon a time having a man that could write and read well, rebuked him one day for idlenesse, saying, If I had nothing to do, like thee, I would to recreate my wit, set down all the fooles I knew. The fellow, making little answer, tooke his pen and inke, and as his Master had wished him, fell to setting down a Catalogue of the fooles that he was well acquainted with: among whom, and first of all, he set down his Master, who, reading his name, would needs know the nature of his folly; Marry, quoth he, In lending your Cozen twenty pound this other day: for I think he will never pay you. Yea but (quoth his Master) what if he do pay me? Then (quoth his man) I will put out your name, and put down his for a foole.

[20.] A Gentleman in North Wales was standing in a Sunshiny day, upon a high rock near the Sea-Side in those parts; and as he was looking about, he saw an Island some Four miles from the shore or there abouts, upon which Island he spy'd two Hares playing one with another: Well, says he, are you got over there now; for I am sure I cours'd you both yesterday with my two Greyhounds, and then you shew'd me a trick, but now I'll shew you one. So he went immediately home, and fetch't his two Greyhounds, and a great Morter piece which he had of a Thousand pound weight, which he fastened between the two Dogs Necks; but he was forced to fasten a Cord to it also, lest the Dogs might run away with it; and when they had carry'd it to the Rock aforesaid, he charg'd the Morter piece, and presently the two Greyhounds slipt into it (for it seems they had been used to it) which two Greyhounds he ram'd in very well, and then discharg'd the Morter piece with no hurt at all to the Greyhounds (for you must know he shot with white Powder) and it so happened that says he, I protest t'ye Gentlemen (upon my honest word and Credit 'tis true) that the two Greyhounds each lighted upon a Hare as they were playing, and then kill'd 'em and immediately left the Island, and swam through the Sea with the Hares in their mouths, which were one boil'd and t'other roasted for my dinner. One ask't him what colour his Greyhounds were? He swore they were both black before, but the White Powder did so Change their Colour, that they were both turn'd grey; and so from them all of their kind were called Grey hounds, for their sakes to this day. They told him they thought this probable enough to be improbable. O Gentlemen, says he far be it from me to tell you a lie, for if you won't believe me, pray ask my Dogs.

Upon Thorough-good, an unthrift.

[5.]Thy Sirname Thorough-good befitteth thee,

Thou Thorough-good, and good goes thorough thee,

Nor thou in good, nor good in thee doth stay,

Both of you thorough goe, and pass away.

[77.] Tarlton having been domineering146 very late one night, with two of his friends, and comming homewards along Cheapeside, the Watch being then set, Master Constable asked, Who goes there? Three merry men, quoth Tarlton. That is not sufficient, What are you? quod M. Constable. Why, saies Tarlton, one of us is an eye maker, and the other a light maker. What saiest thou, knave, doest mocke me? the one is an eye maker, the other a light maker, which two properties belong unto God onely: commit these blasphemers, quoth the Constable. Nay, I pray you, good M. Constable, be good in your Office, I will approve what I have said to be true, qd. Tarlton. If thou canst, saies the Constable, you shall passe, otherwise you shall be all three punished. Why (qd. Tarlton) this fellow is an eye maker, because a Spectacle maker, and this other a maker of light, because a Chandler, that makes your darkest night as light as your Lanthorn. The Constable, seeing them so pleasant, was well contented. The rest of the Watchmen laughed: & Tarlton with his two Companions went home quietly.

146 Roystering.

[78.] One perswaded his friend to marry a little woman because of evils the least was to be chosen.

[26.] A crafty Fellow being extremely in debt, and being threatened by his Creditors, that they would have him, if he was above ground, got himself into a Cellar, and there lay with the Tapster; and being reproved for so doing, he told them there's no fear of catching him there, because 'twas underground, and they durst not break their Oaths, because they swore they would have him above Ground.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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