Frauncis new Jigge, betweene Frauncis a Gentleman, and Richard a Farmer. To the tune of Walsingham.
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A S I went to Walsingham,
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to the shrine with speed,
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Met I with a jolly Palmer,
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in a Pilgrims weede.
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Now God you save you jolly Palmer.
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Fran. Welcome Lady gay,
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Oft have I sued to thee for love.
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B. Oft have I said you nay.
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F. My love is fixed. B . And so is mine,
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but not on you:
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For to my husband whilst I live,
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I will ever be true.
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F . Ile give thee gold and rich array.
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B . Which I shall buy too deare.
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F . Nought shalt thou want: then say not nay.
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B. Naught would you make mee I feare.
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What though you be a Gentleman,
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and have lands great store?
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I will be chaste doe what you can,
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though I live ne're so poore.
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F . Thy beauty rare hath wounded mee,
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and pierst my heart.
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B. Your foolish love doth trouble mee,
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pray you Sir depart.
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F. Then tel mee sweet wilt thou consent
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unto my desire:
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B. And if I should, then tel me sir,
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what is it you require?
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F . For to injoy thee as my love.
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B . Sir you have a wife:
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Therefore let your sute have an end.
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F. First will I lose my life.
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All I have thou shalt commaund.
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B. Then my love you have.
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F. Your meaning I well understand.
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B. I yeeld to what you crave.
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F . But tel mee sweet when shall I enjoy
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my hearts delight.
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B. I prethee sweete heart be not coy,
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even soone at night.
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My husband is rid ten miles from home,
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money to receive:
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In the evening see you come.
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F. Til then I take my leave. Exit:
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B. Thus have I rid my hands full well
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of my amorous love,
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And my sweet husband wil I tell,
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how hee doth me move.
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Enter Richard Besses husband. To
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the tune of the Jewish dance.
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Rich. Hey doune a doune,
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hey doune, a doune a doune,
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There is never a lusty Farmer,
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in all our towne:
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That hath more cause,
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to lead a merry life,
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Then I that am married
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to an honest faithfull wife.
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B. I thanke you gentle husband,
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you praise mee to my face.
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R. I cry thee mercy, Bessee,
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I knew thee not in place.
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B. Beleeve me gentle husband,
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if you knew as much as I,
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The words that you have spoken,
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you quickly would deny:
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For since you went from home,
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A sutor I have had,
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Who is so farre in love with mee,
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that he is almost madde.
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Heele give me gold and silver store,
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and money for to spend,
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And I have promis'd him therefore,
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to be his loving friend.
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R. Beleeve me, gentle wife,
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but this makes mee to frowne,
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There is no gentleman nor knight,
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nor Lord of high renowne:
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That shall enjoy thy love, gyrle,
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though he were ne're so good:
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Before he wrong my Bessee so,
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Ile spend on him my blood.
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And therefore tell me who it is
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that doth desire thy love.
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B. Our neighbour master Francis,
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that often did me move.
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To whom I gave consent,
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his mind for to fulfill,
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And promis'd him this night,
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that he should have his will:
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Nay doe not frowne, good Dickie,
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but heare me speake my minde:
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For thou shalt see Ile warrant thee,
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Ile use him in his kind.
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For unto thee I will be true,
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so long as I doe live,
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Ile never change thee for a new,
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nor once my mind so give.
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Goe you to mistrisse Frauncis,
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and this to her declare:
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And will her with all speed,
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to my house to repaire:
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Where shee and ile devise
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some pretty knavish wile:
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For I have layd the plot,
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her husband to beguile.
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Make hast I pray and tarry not,
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for long he will not stay.
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R. Feare not, ile tell her such a tale,
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shall make her come away.
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B. Now Besse bethinke thee,
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what thou hast to doe.
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Thy lover will come presently,
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and hardly will he woo:
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I will teach my Gentleman,
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a tricke that he may know,
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I am too craftie and too wise,
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to be ore-reached so:
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But heere he comes now: not a word
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but fall to worke againe. she sowes
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F. How now sweetheart, at worke so hard?
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B. I sir, I must take paines.
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F. But say, my lovely sweeting,
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thy promise wilt thou keepe?
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Shall I enjoy thy love,
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this night with me to sleepe?
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B. My husbannd rid from home,
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heere safely may you stay.
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F. And I have made my wife beleeve
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I rid another way.
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B. Goe in good sir, what ere betide,
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this night and lodge with mee.
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F. The happiest night that ever I had,
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thy friend still will I bee.
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Enter Mistris Frauncis with Richard. To
the tune of Bugle Boe .
Imprinted at London for J. W.
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The Second part of Attowels new Jigge. To the tune of as I went to Walsingham .
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W I Thanke you neighbour Richard,
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for bringing me this newes:
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R. Nay, thanke my wife that loves me so,
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and will not you abuse.
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W. But see whereas shee stands,
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and waiteth our return.
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R. You must goe coole your husbands heate,
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that so in love doth burne.
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B. Now Dickie welcome home,
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and Mistris welcome hither:
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Grieve not although you finde
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your husband and I together.
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For you shall have your right,
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nor will I wrong you so:
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Then change apparrell with me straight,
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and unto him doe goe.
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W. For this your kind goodwill,
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a thousand thankes I give:
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And make account I will requite
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this kindnesse, if I live.
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B. I hope it shall not need,
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Dick will not serve me so:
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I know he loves me not so ill,
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a ranging for to goe.
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R. No faith, my lovely Besse,
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first will I lose my life:
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Before Ile breake my wedlock bonds,
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or seeke to wrong my wife.
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Now thinks good Master Frauncis,
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he hath thee in his bed:
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And makes account he is grafting
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of hornes upon my head.
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But softly stand aside,
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now shall wee know his minde,
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And how hee would have used thee,
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if thou hadst beene so kind.
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Enter Master Francis with his owne wife,
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having a maske before her face, supposing
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her to be Besse.
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To the tune of goe from my window.
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F. Farewell my joy and hearts delight,
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til next wee meete againe:
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Thy kindnes to requite, for lodging me al night,
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heeres ten pound for thy paine:
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And more to show my love to thee,
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weare this ring for my sake.
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W. Without your gold or fee you shal have more of mee.
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F. No doubt of that I make.
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W. Then let your love continue still.
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F. It shall til life doth end.
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W. Your wife I greatly feare. F. for her thou needst not care
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so I remaine thy freind.
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W. But youle suspect me without cause,
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that I am false to you:
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And then youle cast me off, and make mee but a scoffe,
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since that I prove untrue.
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F. Then never trust man for my sake,
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if I prove so unkind:
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So often have you sworn, sir, since that you were borne,
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and soone have changde your minde.
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Nor wife nor life, nor goods nor lands,
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shall make me leave my love,
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Nor any worldly treasure make me forgoe my pleasure,
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nor once my mind remove.
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W. But soft a while, who is yonder? do you see
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my husband? out allase.
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F. And yonder is my wife, now shal we have alife
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how commeth this to passe?
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R. Com hither gentle Besse I charge thee do confesse
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what makes Master Francis heere.
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B. Good husband pardon me, Ile tel the troth to thee.
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R. Then speake and doe not feare.
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F. Nay, neighbour Richard harke to mee,
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Ile tel the troth to you.
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W. Nay tell it unto me, good sir, that I may see,
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what you have here to doe.
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But you can make no scuse to colour this abuse,
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this wrong is too too great.
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R. Good sir I take great scorne you should profer me the horne
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W. Now must I coole this heate.
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F. Nay neighbour Richard be content,
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thou hast no wrong at all:
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Thy wife hath done thee right, and pleasurde me this night.
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F. This frets mee to the gall.
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Good wife forgive me this offence,
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I doe repent mine ill.
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W. I thank you with mine hart, for playing this kind part,
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though sore against your will.
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Nay gentle husband frowne not so,
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for you have made amends:
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I think it is good gaine, to have ten pound for my paine:
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then let us both be friends.
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F. Ashamed I am and know not what to say,
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good wife forgive this crime:
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Alasse I doe repent. W. Tut I could be content,
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to be served so many a time.
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F. Good neighbour Richard be content,
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ile woo thy wife no more:
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I have enough of this. W. Then all forgiven is,
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I thanke thee Dick therefore.
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And to thy wife ile give this gold,
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I hope youle not say no:
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Since I have had the pleasure, let her enjoy the treasure.
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F. Good wife let it be so.
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B. I thank you gentle Mistris. R. Faith & so do I.
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sir, learne your owne wife to know:
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And shoote not in the darke, for feare you mis the marke.
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B. He hath paid for this I trow.
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All women learn of me. F. All men by me take heed
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how you a woman trust.
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W. Nay women trust no men. F. And if they do: how then?
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W. Ther's few of them proove just.
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Farewell neighbour Richard, farewell honest Besse
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I hope wee are all friends.
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W. And if you stay at home, and use not thus to rome
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heere all our quarrell ends.
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FINIS. George Attowell:
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