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<P>BARTHOLOMEVV FAIRE OR
<Q><L>Variety of fancies, vvhere you may find</L>
<L>a faire of vvares, and all to plea&s;e your mind.</L></Q></P>
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<FIGDESC>depiction of a snake eater at Bartholomew Fair</FIGDESC>
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<P>With The &s;everall Enormityes and mi&s;demea|nours, which are there &s;eene and acted.</P>
<P>LONDON Printed for <HI>Richard Harper</HI> at the <HI>Bible</HI> and <HI>Harpe</HI> in Smithfield 1641.</P>
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<HEAD>BARTHOLOMEVV FAIRE OR Variety of Fancies, vvhere you may find a faire of vvares, and all to plea&s;e your mind.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">With The &s;everall enormityes and mi&s;demeanours, which are there &s;eene and acted.</HEAD>
<P>BArtholomew Faire begins on the twenty fourth day of <HI>Augu&s;t,</HI> and is then of &s;o va&s;t an extent, that it is contained in no le&s;&s;e then four &s;everal pari&s;hes, namely, Chri&s;t Church, Great and Little Saint Bartholomewes, and Saint Sepulchres. Hither re&s;ort people of all &s;orts, High and Low, Rich and Poore, from cities, townes, and countrys; of all &s;ects, Papi&s;ts, Athei&s;ts, Anabapti&s;ts, and Browni&s;ts: and of all conditions, good and bad, vertuous and vitious, Knaves and fooles, Cuckolds and Cuckoldmakers, Bauds, and Whores, Pimpes and Panders, Rogues and Ra&s;|calls, the little Loud-one and the witty wanton.</P>
<P>And now that wee may the better take an ex|act &s;urvay of the whole Faire, Fir&s;t let us enter in|to Chri&s;t Church Cloy&s;ters, which are now hung &s;o full of pictures, that you would take that place or rather mi&s;take it for Saint <HI>Peters</HI> in <HI>Rome;</HI> onely this is the difference, tho&s;e there are &s;et up for wor|&s;hip, the&s;e here for &s;ale: But by the way, I'le tell
<PB N="4" REF="3">you a tale of a preci&s;e puritan, who came in all ha&s;t from <HI>Lincolne</HI> to <HI>London,</HI> purpo&s;ely to &s;ee the Faire, where he had never bin before, and coming out of newgate marget, through Chri&s;t-Church into the Cloy&s;ters, and clevating the &s;now bals of his eyes, he pre&s;ently e&s;pyes the picture of Chri&s;t and his twelve Apo&s;tles, with the virgin Mary, and many other Saints departed; at which &s;ight the very thought and &s;trong conceit of &s;uper&s;tation &s;et &s;uch a &s;harp edge upon the pure mettle of his inflam'd zeale, that very manfully like a man of va'our, and &s;on of mars, he &s;teps to a &s;tall wel &s;tor'd with two-pany halberts, and woodden backswords, where having arm'd him&s;elfe <HI>Capa Pea,</HI> (as he thought) he begins in a violent pa&s;&s;ion, to exclaime again&s;t the I do atry of the times, that it was grown abo|minable; prote&s;ting that the whore of <HI>B<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">bilo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI> was crept into Chri&s;t Church, and that the good mo|tions of the Spirit had brought him to owne, to make a &s;acrifice of tho&s;e Idle <HI>Idolls,</HI> to his ju&s;t an|gor and holy indignation, which begot no &s;mall laughter to the multitude, which throng'd about him, that put him into &s;uch a chafe, in &s;o much that at the la&s;t, like <HI>Ro&s;icleare,</HI> the Knight of the &s;unne, or <HI>Don Quixot,</HI> mo&s;t furiou&s;ly he makes an a&s;&s;ault, and battery upon the poore innocent pic|tures, till the &s;hopkeepers apprehending him had him before a Con&s;table, who forthwith comitted my little hot furie to the &s;tocks, where we will leave him to coole his heeles, whil&s;t we take a fur|ther view of the Faire. And now being arriv'd through the long walke, to Saint Bartholomewes
<PB N="5" REF="3">ho&s;pitall; that place (me thinkes) appeares to me a fucking Exchange, and may be &s;o termed, not unfitly; for there many a hand&s;ome wench ex|changes her maidenhead for a &s;mall favour, as a moiety of bone lace, a &s;light &s;ilver bodkin, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> hoopt|ring, or the like toye; for &s;hee comes not thither with her &s;weet-heart, to &s;erve her owne turne on|ly, but al&s;o to &s;atisfie his de&s;ire; according to the old &s;aying, one good turne de&s;erves another.</P>
<P>Let us now make a progre&s;&s;e into Smith-field, which is the heart of the Faire, where in my heart I thinke there are more motions in a day, to be &s;eene, then are in a terme in We&s;tmin&s;ter Hall to b<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> h<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ard. But whil&s;t you take notice of the &s;eve|rall motions there, take this caution along with you, let one eye watch narrowly that no ones <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">and make a motion into your pocket, which is the next way to moue you to impatience.</P>
<P>The Faire is full of gold and &s;ilver-drawers: Iu&s;t as Lent is to the Fi&s;hmonger, &s;o is Bartholomew Faire to the Pickpocket; It is his high harve&s;t, which is never bad, but when his cart goes up hol|bo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ne.</P>
<P>The Citty-mar&s;halls are as dreadfull to the&s;e yong&s;ters, as the Plague is to our London Actors: That re&s;traines them from playing, and they hin|der the&s;e from working; you may quickly know the&s;e nimble youthes, and likely find them very bu|&s;ie-bodyes in quarrells, which nothing concerne them, and &s;ometimes in di&s;cour&s;e with their wen|ches, (the &s;i&s;ters of the &s;cabard) for the mo&s;t part to be found in a croud or throng of people. Their but|tockes
<PB N="4" REF="4">walke up and down the Faire very demurely; The end of their preambulation is to be taken up by &s;ome countrey-Gull, or city-cock&s;combe, and then your hand is no &s;ooner in one of their plackets, but theirs is as nimble in one of your pockets; and if you take not heed of them, they will give you fairings with the poxe. Some of your cutpur&s;es are in fee with cheating co&s;termongers, who have a trick now and then to throw downe a basket of re|fuge peares, which prove cloake-peares to tho&s;e that &s;hall loo&s;e their hats or choaks in &s;triving who &s;hall gather fa&s;te&s;t. They have many dainty baits to draw a bit, and (if you be not vigilant) you &s;hall hardly e&s;cape their nets: fine fowlers they are, for every finger of theirs is a lime-twigge, with which they catch dotterels. They are excellently well read in Phyfiognomy; for they will know how &s;trong you are in the pur&s;e by looking in your face; and for the more certainty thereof, they will follow you clo&s;e, and never leave you till you draw your pur&s;e, or they for you, which they'l be &s;ure to have, (if you looke not to it) though they ki&s;&s;e new-gate for it. It is remarkable, and worth your ob&s;ervation, to be|hold and heare the &s;trange fights, and confus'd noi&s;e in the Faire. Here a Knave in a fooles co<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">te, with a trumpet &s;ounding, or on a drumme beating, in|vites you and would faine per&s;wade you to &s;ee his puppets; There a Rogue like a wild woodman, or in an Antick &s;hap like an Incubus, de&s;ires your com|pany, to view his motion; on the other &s;ide, Hocus Pocus with three yards of tape or ribbin in's hand, &s;hewing his art of Legerdemaine, to the admiration and a&s;toni&s;hment of a company of cockoloaches.
<PB N="5" REF="4">Among&s;t the&s;e you &s;hall &s;ee a gray goo&s;e-cap (as wi&s;e as the re&s;t,) with a what do ye lacke, in his mouth, &s;tanding is boothe; &s;haking a rattle, or &s;cra|ping on a fiddle, with which children are &s;o taken, that they pre&s;ently cry out for the&s;e fopperies; And all the&s;e together make &s;uch a di&s;tracted noi&s;e, that you would thinck Babell were not comparable to it. Here there are al&s;o your game&s;ters in action; &s;ome turning of a whim&s;ey, others throwing for Pewter, who can quickly di&s;&s;olve a round &s;hilling into a three half peny &s;aucer. Long-lane at this time looks very faire, and puts out her be&s;t cloaths, with the wrong &s;ide outward, &s;o turn'd for their bette turning off; And cloth Faire, is now in great reque&s;t: well fare the Ale-hou&s;es therein; yet better may a man fare (but at a dearer rate) in the pig mar|ket, alias Pa&s;ty-nooke, or Pye corner, where pigges are al houres of the day on the &s;talls piping hot, and would cry (it they could &s;peak) come eate me, but they are &s;o damnable deare, and the reckonings for them are &s;o &s;aucy, that a man had as good licke his fingers in a baudy hou&s;e, as at this time come into one of tho&s;e hou&s;es, where the fat grea&s;y Ha&s;teffe in&s;tructs N<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ck Froth her tap&s;ter, to aske a &s;hilling more for a pigs head of a woman big with child, in regard of her longing, then of another ordinary cu|mer. The&s;e uncon&s;cionable exactions, and exce&s;&s;ive inflammations of reckonings made that angle of the Faire too hot for my company; therefore I re|&s;olv'd with my &s;elf to &s;teere my cour&s;e another way, and having once got out, not to come again in ha&s;t.</P>
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<L>Now farewell to the Faire; you who are wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Pre&s;erve your Pur&s;es, whil&s;t you plea&s;e your eyes.</L>
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