The DYER Deceiv'd;
OR, The Crafty WIVES Policy.
She with her Friend some time did spend,
yet by her Husband crost;
Yet I admit, the Womans Wit
did bring her off at last.
Tune of, The Two English Travellers. This may be Printed, R. P.
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ALL you that to merriment now are inclind,
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Attend to this story and here you shall find,
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A fancy that seldom is known in an Age,
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And yet it will please you, I dare to ingage.
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There was an old Dyar that had a young Wife,
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Together they lived a quarelsome life,
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Because he was Jealous, yet not without cause,
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For why a young Hatter had gain'd her applause.
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Her Husband he chanced to drink with a friend,
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Mean while his kind Wife for her gallant did send,
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Before half an hour in pleasure had past,
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Her Husband returned and found the door fast.
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He knockt at the door and a racket he made,
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Alas, quoth the good Wife we both are betray'd,
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Quoth she here's my Husband [t]he case it is bad,
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For if he should see thee he would be Horn-mad.
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The wit of a Woman did [strait]-ways invent,
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A place for to hide him to her hearts content,
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'Twas in a Press Cupboard she bid him lye still,
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For he was as safe as a [?]f in a Mill.
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She let in her Husband and gave him a kiss,
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But yet he mistrusting som[e]thing was amiss,
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He to the old Cupboard an a[?]ent did make,
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And see him, but yet he no notice would take.
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He locked the Cupboard securing the Key,
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And vowed the Hatter confined should be,
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Then going a Ramble with two or three men,
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Quoth he, I will make thee to starve in thy Den,
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He told his companions then what he had done,
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And vowed to thrash him as sure as a Gun,
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They laugh'd at the humour yet little they said,
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And now you shall here what a project she play'd.
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Alas, now he meeting with a very hard hap,
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Was ever poor Hatter so catch'd in a trap,
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For tho' he was Youthful both gallant and stout,
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Yet he's in the Cupboard and cannot get out.
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None ever so close was in Prison for debt,
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Alas, he was then in a pittiful fret,
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The thoughts of confinement did grieve him so sore
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If he could get out he would come there no more.
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And she was likewise in a pittiful touse;
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Then try'd all the Keys that she had in the house,
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At length she found one that did open the door,
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And thus he obtained his freedom once more.
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Now this being done to her crony she said,
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I have a new project come into my head,
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In order to hide her expected disgrace,
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She lock'd up a great Mastiff-Dog in his place.
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Her Husband came home with his Neighbours at night,
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And faithfully promis'd to show them a sight,
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It was his Wives Gallant he vow'd by his fay,
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Which he had lock'd up in the Cupboard all day.
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Away to the Cupboard he went most devout,
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And when he unlock'd it the Mastiff leapt out:
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His Neighbours in laughing and jokeing went an,
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And told him he knew not a Dog from a Man,
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Sweet Wife I would have thee to pardon me now,
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This great over-sight, and I solemnly vow
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Who e're shall offend thee, I'll make them to quake,
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Dear Wife, thou mayst see how a Man may mistake
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Quoth she, thou hast caused much trouble and strife,
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By raising a Scandal upon thy sweet Wife;
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But if you'l be wiser, I'll pardon you this,
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With that he embrac'd her, and gave her a Kiss.
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FINIS.
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