A
DIALOGUE
Between Jack and his Mother, etc.
Tune of, Old Woman Poor and Blind.
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JAck met his Mother all alone,
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to whom he did smiling say,
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Ill go and visit buxom Joan,
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because it is Holyday:
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And being in my Roast-meat Cloths,
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I hope she will like me well;
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If Joan be kind, my heart, my mind,
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to her I will freely tell.
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My son shes lusty, large, and tall,
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and thou art but young as yet,
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Thy whole proportion is but small,
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shell swallow thee at a bit,
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And hide thee in her hollow Cave,
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from ever glance of light,
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Upon my life take her to wife,
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and then thou art ruind quite.
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I pray dear mother say not so,
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you speak in your sons disgrace;
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Behold my beard begins to grow,
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and I have a manly Face,
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With something else to pleasure Joan
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according to Art and skill,
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Since it is so, Ide have you know,
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I must have a wife, and will.
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Go to her then, with all my heart,
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and when shes made thy spouse,
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With half my Goods Ill freely part,
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my weathers, & good milsh Cows,
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My Geese, my ducks; my cocks, my hens,
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my waggons, my plows my teams
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Cause you declare in love you are,
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and must have a wife it seems,
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So soon as her discourse was done,
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without any more dispute,
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Jack to his Chamber straight did run,
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and put on his Leathern suit,
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His broad brimd Hat, and Ribbon red,
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now when he was thus arrayd,
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Himself he viewd and did conclude,
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that he was a brisk Young blade,
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Then he away to Joan did Ride,
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and when he came there he Crys,
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Sweet Jewel, wilt thou be my bride,
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my hony my sweet piggssies,
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To thee I have a present brought
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a delicat gay gold Ring,
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Then let us wed, and when we bed,
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thou shalt have a better thing.
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Then buxom Joan began to frown
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and called him sawcy slave,
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Saying that no such home bred Clown
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her Maiden-head ere should have,
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Why whats the matter, he replyd;
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without any more adoe.
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Ide have you know if hence I go,
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I can have as good as you:
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Theres Doll the shepherds daughter dear,
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and Katy of high degree,
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Who has at least three mark a year,
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theyre ready to Dye for me;
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And must I now be held in scorn,
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and made a Redicule too.
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By Buxom Joan it is well known,
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I can have as good as you.
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My mother she has horses, wains,
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and delicate cows and calfs,
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Geese, Capons, Turkeys, Cocks, & Hens,
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and I am to go her halfs;
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The Goods likewise must parted be,
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as soon as I am Marryd too,
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What say you now, you sawcy sow?
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I can have as good as you
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With that he went to take his leave,
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and just as he turnd aside,
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Joan stept, & catchd him by the sleeve
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I was but in Jest, she cryd,
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What makes you be in so much hast,
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if me thou art come to wooe?
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Wel never part, thou hast my heart,
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Ill marry with none but you,
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You might have told me this at first,
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before you had Vext me so,
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And then perhaps I might have Bussd,
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my Joany for ought I know;
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But you did so inflame my wrath,
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that I in a Passion flew;
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Theres Girls good store at ecry door,
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I can have as good as you.
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Joan in a merry humour smild,
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and took him about the waste;
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Said prethee John be reconcild,
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it was but a word in hast[e];
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A kind and Virtuous Wife Ill prove
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Ill honour and Love thee too,
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Why then quoth he I do agree,
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to marry with none but you.
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