Newes from the Tower-hill:
OR,
A gentle warning to Peg and Kate,
To walke no more abroad so late.
To the tune of the North countrey Lasse.
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A Pretty jest Ile tell,
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which was perform'd of late,
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Let Lasses all in generall,
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be warned by Peg and Kate.
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These Lasses both doe dwell,
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neere Algate at this day,
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A use they had ith night to gad,
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abroad as I heard say.
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To meete with some young men
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on them to shew affection,
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Which use they still on Tower-hill
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did keepe by due direction.
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But now give heede a while,
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and marke how they were served,
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Would all were so that thus doe goe
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then men might be preserved.
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From these deluding bayts,
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which by the way doe catch them
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Let all young men be carefull then,
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and marke how one did match them.
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As they walkt forth one night,
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as twas their custome still,
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A youngman kind did chance to finde
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them upon Tower-hill.
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And finding them so free,
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and easie to goe downe,
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He got them both they were not loth
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with him to Greenewich Towne.
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A payre of Oares he tooke,
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and thither went in hast,
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While all that night they had delight,
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but marke what after past.
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He brought them up next day,
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and at the Posterne gate,
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Into the Ship they all did skip,
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at night when it was late.
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Where they to supper had
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all dainties they could wish,
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Young Rabbets fry'd they bade provide
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and rost Beefe in a dish.
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And Lambe they had beside,
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with Wine and Sugar store,
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And musicke sweet which made [t]he street
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to muse how they did roare.
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At last the reckoning came
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to two and twentie shilling,
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The Lad was wise and did devise
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to make them pay for billing.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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SO out of doores he stept,
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and made a fine excuse,
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The Lasses still their Wine did fill
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as twas their former use.
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But when they long had stayd,
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and the Lad came no more,
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The Vintner came of them to clayme
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money to cleere the score.
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They sayd they had no money,
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to pay for what was drawne,
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Their Aprons they untill next day
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and Ruffes would leave in pawne.
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The Vintner would have none,
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but swore he would be payd
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Ere they did passe, or else alas
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in prison they must be stayd.
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All night they tarryed there,
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ith morning Peg did send
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To her Mother deare, who came to her
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as did become a friend.
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Her Husband came with her,
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and he did passe his word,
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At a certaine day the shot to pay
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which they that night had scor'd.
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And so they were dismist,
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well served I protest:
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If all base whores might pay such scores
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then men might passe in rest.
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The youngman I commend,
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and wish that others would
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Him imitate then Peg and Kate
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would be no more so bold.
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It is a great abuse,
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in London at this day,
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Now in the street many nightly meet
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such wenches on the way.
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Which causeth many a Man,
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that would goe home in quiet,
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Upon such queans to spend his meanes,
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in filthinesse and ryot.
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