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<DATE>2007-10-04</DATE>
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<NAME>Jason Colman</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B070811.apex.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Mother and Daughter, or,</HEAD>
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<L>A Dialogue betwixt them compo&s;ed in Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>If you will attend, I will rehear&s;e;</L>
<L>How the Mother did chide the Daughter for folly,</L>
<L>The Daughter with her Mother did not dally,</L>
<L>To &s;ilence her Mother her &s;elf &s;he did fix,</L>
<L>And proved her Mother to be a Meretrix.</L>
<L>She &s;till'd her Mothers tongue that &s;o loud did &s;ound,</L>
<L>Nuncl'd her Mam, and got twice fifty pound.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e two Fadillaes, as cha&s;te as Jane Shore,</L>
<L>Live quiet, that never did &s;o before.</L>
</LG>
<P>The Tune is, Come Sweet-heart and Embrace thine own: or, The dancing of Primro&s;e-hill.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>WHy how <HI>Nan,</HI> what is the rea&s;on, that you look &s;o pale and wan?</L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ala&s;s Mother, all this Lent &s;ea&s;on, I am &s;carce able to go or to &s;tand:</L>
<L>Hot broth it doth me cheri&s;h, warm fle&s;h it doth me nouri&s;h,</L>
<L>This cruel hard Lent, the time I repent, pea&s;e-pottage hath poy&s;oned me.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is a thing was never heard, that Pea&s;e in Lent they &s;hould be poy&s;on,</L>
<L>Some other thing is to be fear'd, but thou wilt not tell me the rea&s;on;</L>
<L>Thy face it looks &s;o pale and yellow, thy no&s;e is &s;harp, and thy eyes are hollow:</L>
<L>Something's the matter, good <HI>Nan</HI> do not flatter, tell me the truth whatever betide.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Mother I will &s;peak the truth, and not a lye to you will tell;</L>
<L>You know that <HI>George</HI> is a hand&s;ome Youth, and other young men doth excell:</L>
<L>He loves me beyond all mea&s;ure, I am his joy, his delight and his trea&s;ure;</L>
<L>Fine things he doth give me, if you'l believe me, O Mother I love his company.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>How come you to love him now, when formerly you did him hate?</L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mother I do p<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">ote&s;t and vow, I value him at a mighty rate:</L>
<L>I love him as I love my life, he &s;aid that <HI>I</HI> &s;hould be his wife, if <HI>I</HI> was willing, with him to be billing,</L>
<L>He vow'd that <HI>I</HI> &s;hould be his Bride.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I walkt wit&punc; him into the field, and there <HI>I</HI> cropt a dainty flower;</L>
<L>He imbraced me and then we bill'd, and in the &s;pace of half an hour,</L>
<L>And lying down upon his Belly, what &s;port we had <HI>I</HI> will not tell ye:</L>
<L>He did embrace me, ki&s;s me and face me, O Mother he made me merry.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>O fie upon thee for thy pains, now to be &s;ure thou art with-child:</L>
<L>And hone&s;t people will thee disdain, and I cannot be reconcil'd.</L>
<L>Lent Peas hath poy&s;oned up your belly, 'twas &s;omething el&s;e, did I not tell ye,</L>
<L>And for this feat I will thee beat,</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Mother pray hold your hand.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come brazen-face let me &s;ee your brea&s;t, that I may know what will en&s;ue,</L>
<L>And looking on't &s;he did prote&s;t, that her Daughter was with-child with two.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I think that twenty times before, I have been on the very &s;ame &s;core:</L>
<L>Yet never beguil'd to prove with-child, O mother pray pardon me.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>To pardon thee it is not be&s;t, neither will I put up this wrong:</L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure Mother you do but je&s;t, I do you de&s;ire to hold your tongue:</L>
<L>If I &s;hould &s;peak that which is true, and that which I have &s;een by you:</L>
<L>You would not be willing to hear of your billing, O Mother i've mumpt you now.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>You dirty &s;lut, why did you ever &s;ee me in action of di&s;grace?</L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Remember the Weaver and you together, you &s;aid his beard did prick your face:</L>
<L>You did &s;ay he was too &s;lack, and that &s;ame time you hurt your back,</L>
<L>And being too kind, you broke your wind, <HI>O <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">other i've mumpt you now.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Further I do put into your head, and remember as well as <HI>I</HI> can:</L>
<L>The Tinker laid you upon the bed, and &s;aid he was a mettal man.</L>
<L>He peeping in your face likewi&s;e, &s;ome of the &s;moot fell in your eyes,</L>
<L>And in that place he collied your face, <HI>O mother i've mumpt you now.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>And going to a Fair on a day, you &s;aid that it was for your plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>And there you mu&s;t buy new array, and have the Taylor to take mea&s;ure.</L>
<L>And coming home you did lie down, the Taylor gave you a green gown;</L>
<L>Being in the Corn you catch a Thorn: <HI>O mother i've mumpt you now.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>O good &s;weet <HI>Nan,</HI> come hold thy tongue, thou art too hard for me <HI>I</HI> find,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> will never do thee Wrong, for every Cat will after kind.</L>
<L>Thou art my dear and onely Daughter, i'le give the right ready hereafter;</L>
<L>If thou wilt be quiet and will not repeat, <HI>and never to mump thy mother no more.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Nan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vpon condition you will give me all the bonds of your u&s;e-money,</L>
<L>To maintain me brave while <HI>I</HI> live, that I may be both blith and bonny:</L>
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<SPEAKER>Mother.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, daughter, that I am willing, and excu&s;e thee another time for billing,</L>
<L>Two fifty pound bonds i'le give into thy hands, <HI>Sweet Nan it is all thy own.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksky,</HI> at the Golden-Ball, neer the Ho&s;pital-gate, in We&s;t-&s;mith-field.</P>
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