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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="146" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 12 -->
<HEAD>Have among you good Women<LB>OR,</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>A High-way di&s;cour&s;e betweene old <HI>William Starket,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Robin Hobs,</HI> going to Mayd&s;tone market:</L>
<L>Good Women before hand let me you advi&s;e,</L>
<L>To keepe your owne coun&s;ell, and &s;o be held wi&s;e.</L>
<L>If any one take in ill part what's here &s;aid,</L>
<L>Sheel &s;hew by her kicking that &s;hee's a gauld jade.</L>
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<OPENER>To the tune of, O &s;uch a Rogue.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>GOd morrow old father <HI>Starket,</HI></L>
<L>whither goe you with &s;uch &s;p&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>Ime going to <HI>Maid&s;tone</HI> Market,</L>
<L>to buy &s;uch things as I need:</L>
<L>I care not if I goe a long with you,</L>
<L>if you goe no fa&s;ter then I,</L>
<L>I am very glad that I &s;pide you,</L>
<L>for I loue good company.</L>
<L>What thinke you of Alce that &s;els butter,</L>
<L>her neighbors head clothes &s;he off pluckt,</L>
<L>And &s;he &s;colded from dinner to &s;upper,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a &s;cold would be cuckt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's many &s;uch birds in our towne,</L>
<L>who&s;e fury no rea&s;on can &s;wage,</L>
<L>Ide giue very gladly a crowne,</L>
<L>to heare them all &s;ing in a Cage:</L>
<L>Poore men in &s;ubiection are held,</L>
<L>&s;o are mode&s;t women likewi&s;e,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e their owne minde be fulfil'd,</L>
<L>they'll be ready to &s;cratch out ones eies.</L>
<L>What thinke you of <HI>Ione</HI> the Spinner,</L>
<L>her husbands pocket &s;he pickt,</L>
<L>And &s;he grudges her &s;eruants their dinner</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a Queane would be kickt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nay kicking's too good for her,</L>
<L>her husband of her &s;tands in awe,</L>
<L>Out of doores he dares not &s;tirre,</L>
<L>for feare that he f&eacute;ele club law:</L>
<L>If he to the Ale-hou&s;e &s;teale,</L>
<L>&s;h&eacute;e'll goe as fa&s;t or fa&s;ter,</L>
<L>And there &s;he will ring him a peale,</L>
<L>that is wor&s;e then Lord or Ma&s;ter:</L>
<L>What thinke you of <HI>Ruth</HI> the Seam&s;tris,</L>
<L>her tongue can no way be reclam'd,</L>
<L>She rules o're poor <HI>Tom</HI> like an Empre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a proud wench would be tam'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis pitty that men are &s;uch fooles,</L>
<L>to make them&s;elues &s;laues to their wiues,</L>
<L>For &s;till where the foot the head rules,</L>
<L>'tis wonder if any thing thriues:</L>
<L>That man that will be his wifes drudge,</L>
<L>of &s;uch a conceat I am,</L>
<L>That if I might be his Iudge,</L>
<L>he &s;hould eat none o'th roa&s;ted Ram:</L>
<L>What thinke you of <HI>Ione</HI> that cries pins,</L>
<L>come eight rowes a penny cries &s;h&eacute;e,</L>
<L>She has broken her husbands &s;hins,</L>
<L>and &s;weares &s;h&eacute;e'll be drunke before h&eacute;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why, wherefore all this doth he &s;uffer,</L>
<L>why if he &s;hould giue her a check,</L>
<L>She tels her friends how he doth cuff her,</L>
<L>and threatens to break her neck:</L>
<L>So he for feare &s;h&eacute;e'll cry out,</L>
<L>dares neither to &s;trike nor chide her,</L>
<L>For &s;h&eacute;e'll giue the word all about,</L>
<L>that his Queans wil not let him abide her:</L>
<L>What thinke you of drunken <HI>Sue,</HI></L>
<L>for drinke &s;he will &s;ell all her &s;mocks,</L>
<L>I'th &s;tr&eacute;etes &s;he will raile and &s;pew,</L>
<L>'tis fit &s;he were tam'd in the &s;tocks.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="147" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 12 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>NAy &s;ometimes be&s;ides her own getting,</L>
<L>&s;h&eacute;e'll pawne his &s;hirt and his br&eacute;eches,</L>
<L>Which all &s;hall be &s;pent at a &s;itting,</L>
<L>and thus &s;he increa&s;eth his riches:</L>
<L>What thinks her poore husband of that,</L>
<L>why, if he doe her reprehend,</L>
<L>His face She will &s;cratch like a Cat,</L>
<L>and &s;weares what &s;he gets &s;he will &s;pend:</L>
<L>What thinke you of <HI>Peg</HI> the Pie-woman,</L>
<L>her No&s;e hath b&eacute;en cut and &s;la&s;ht,</L>
<L>Sh&eacute;e's turnd now a dayes very common,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a Queane would be la&s;ht.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>La&s;t Saturday noone at dinner,</L>
<L>&s;ome &s;poke about her I &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>How &s;he was found nought with a Ioyner,</L>
<L>who&s;e wife came and cut her No&s;e:</L>
<L>Ind&eacute;ed no body can blame her,</L>
<L>&s;he has giuen her a mark to be knowne,</L>
<L>And if all that will not &s;hame her,</L>
<L>the Hangman has markt her for his own:</L>
<L>What thinke you of &s;nuffelling <HI>Kate,</HI></L>
<L>by her many women haue &s;marted,</L>
<L>She &s;els Maidenheads at a rate,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a old Trot would be carted.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Such cunning old &s;luts as &s;he,</L>
<L>ind&eacute;ed are the ruine of many,</L>
<L>Such fa&s;t holding Lime-twigs they be,</L>
<L>that if they get hold of any,</L>
<L>There's no &s;p&eacute;ech at all of di&s;mi&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>whiles money their turne can &s;erue,</L>
<L>Thus whiles he his Minion is ki&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>his poore wife and children may &s;tarue:</L>
<L>What thinke you of <HI>Madge</HI> that cries wheat,</L>
<L>&s;he makes her poor husband &s;hed teares,</L>
<L>She v&s;eth to cozen and cheat,</L>
<L>but the Pillory gapes for her eares.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I heard lately how &s;he did deale,</L>
<L>with a Butcher a notable blade,</L>
<L>Whom &s;he guld of a quarter of Veale,</L>
<L>and thus &s;he &s;et vp her trade:</L>
<L>Since that &s;he hath done many a &s;leight,</L>
<L>as bad or rather wor&s;e,</L>
<L>If you in her company light,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you take h&eacute;ed of you pur&s;e:</L>
<L>What thinke you of quarrelling <HI>Nan,</HI></L>
<L>that will to no goodne&s;&s;e be turn'd,</L>
<L>She threatens to kill her good man,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a Queane would be burn'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I me &s;orry to heare that newes,</L>
<L>when man and wife are at &s;trife:</L>
<L>Alas neighbour, how can you chu&s;e,</L>
<L>when a man goe in danger on's life.</L>
<L>Loe thus we haue talkt away time,</L>
<L>and nowe perforce mu&s;t we part,</L>
<L>The Market is now in the prune,</L>
<L>then farewell with all my heart:</L>
<L>Commend me to <HI>Doll</HI> at the Crowne,</L>
<L>that me&s;&s;age mu&s;t not be mi&s;t,</L>
<L>Sh&eacute;e's the kinde&s;t Ho&s;tis in the towne,</L>
<L>oh &s;uch a La&s;&s;e would be ki&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;tay neighbour, harke you one word,</L>
<L>which I had forgotten before,</L>
<L>What heare you of little <HI>Kate Bird,</HI></L>
<L>&s;ome &s;ay &s;he is turnd arrant whore:</L>
<L>Ind&eacute;ed neighbour I thought no le&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>&s;ince that with her I was acquainted,</L>
<L>A man can no otherwi&s;e gue&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>her face is mo&s;t ba&s;ely painted:</L>
<L>She ledges with mouldy fact <HI>Nell,</HI></L>
<L>and I doubt they will neuer be parted,</L>
<L>'Till the one get the la&s;h in Bridewell,</L>
<L>and the other from Newgate be carted.</L>
</LG>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>M. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for <HI>Thomas Lambert.</HI></P>
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