The Essex man coozened by a Whore.
Or a fine and merry new Ditty,
That lately was done neere London City,
And if you please to stay a while,
You shall heare how th'Whore th'Essex man did be-guile.
To the tune of, Gallants come away.
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YOu Countrey-men that are
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And travell unto London,
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And there doe sell fat ware,
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Take heede you be not undon
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by Cupids snare.
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For I will here unfold
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A jest that was done lately,
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As I for truth was told
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By a City Lasse most stately,
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of Cupids mould.
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An Essex man came up
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Unto faire Londons City,
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Having thereby much hope
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To get a maiden pretty,
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but note his lucke.
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His father being dead,
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And left him land and treasure,
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He had a running head
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To follow after pleasure,
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till he was sped.
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Of Cattell he had store,
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As Oxen, Kine, and Horses,
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Now he begins to rore
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And follow evill courses,
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more and more.
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A drove of Sheepe he brought
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Of late to Smithfield market,
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And there they soone were bought.
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The jest comes now, then harke it,
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for he out sought,
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To find a faire young bride
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Which might content his fancy,
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And soone he had a guide
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That brought him to fine Nancy,
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decked with pride.
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In Turnebull street she lived,
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And commonly used trading,
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From Bridewell late relieved,
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For using of her whoring,
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thus she him deceived.
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His mind she did fulfill
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In each respect so pleasing,
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That he was lusting still,
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With her to have some dealing:
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but note her skill.
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She told him she was one
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That was a faire young Virgin,
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And would not so be won,
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Untill she had a husband
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of her owne.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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AGaine, quoth she, to him,
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Here have I no friend know-ing,
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Because Ile not by them
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Yeeld to my bestowing,
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till I see time.
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Quoth she, I am a Ward,
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And heire am to great living,
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Therefore Ile make regard
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To what man I am yeelding,
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lest I be snar'd.
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When as this youngster heard
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Her utter forth these speeches,
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His heart was newly chear'd,
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And for her love beseeches
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with much regard.
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Quoth he, Sweet-heart, I know
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I have for to maintaine thee,
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Howsoever the world doe goe,
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With all things fine and dainty,
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then ease my woe.
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My love to you is such,
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That I for your sweet favour,
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Can thinke no cost too much,
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Then let me lose no labour:
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sweet i'st a match?
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She said she would consent,
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If he would marry quickly,
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For feare of some's prevent
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That for her love was sickly,
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and did lament.
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Then kindly with a kisse
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He sweetly did salute her,
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And said, my Love for this
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I will remaine thy debtor
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whilst life I misse.
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No longer we will stay,
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But with all haste be marryed,
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For feare that long delay
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May cause us to be miscarried,
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then let's away.
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'Twas in the afternoone
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That he began to woo her.
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But ere next day was done,
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He marryed and made sure,
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as 'tis well knowne.
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The comfort that he had,
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When he from Church returned,
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Was, this poore silly Lad
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His head was sorely horned,
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which made him mad.
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The Wardship that she told
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Him, when he did woo her,
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Was but a tale of old,
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His mind for to inlure,
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till she was sold.
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When as he found he was
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Thus coozened by a Strumpet,
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He sold all, and left his Lasse,
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And with the Drums & Trumpet
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the Seas did passe.
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And where this Ward is now,
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I am not very certaine,
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But he doth her allow
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To goe and seeke her fortune
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as she knowes how.
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All you young men take heed,
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That rashly ride a wooing,
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For feare you take a Bride
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That proves to your undoing,
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as this mans did.
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