The BITER BITTEN,
OR,
The Broker well-fitted by the Joyner, and the Joyners Wife.
This Crafty Knave, thought to Inslave,
in sending for his Wife;
The Gold they keep, and he may Weep,
to mend his Wicked Life.
To the Tune of, The two English Travellers.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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A Lusty stout Joyner he had a fair Wife.
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A Broker he loved us dear as his life;
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He sought by all cunning how he might insnare,
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And draw into evil this beautiful fair.
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The Broker he courted this beautiful dame,
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So hot and so eager he was at the game;
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He said twenty Guineys on thee I'le bestow,
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If thou wilt be willing some kindness to show.
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With modest behaviour his suit she deny'd,
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And would in his presence no longer abide;
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But telling her husband for what he did sue,
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And likewise the Guineys he proffer'd her too.
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The Joyner he smiled when hearing this news,
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And likewise was loath such a booty to loose;
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He bid her seem willing & take the reward,
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And tell him at night you will kindness afford.
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Now by his inventions a snare he had laid,
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Wherein this rich Broker in short was betray'd;
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Next proffer of kindness, she ceasing to frown,
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Ask him for his Guineys he tender'd them down.
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Then home to her chamber she did him invite,
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To come about eight of the clock in the night;
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For my unkind husband hath taken his roam,
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To see his relations and left me at home.
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The Broker he kist her and caper'd for joy,
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Because she no longer did seem to be coy;
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He thought e'ry hour as long as a day,
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But now you shall hear how they did him betray.
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The long lookt for hour at length he beheld,
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His heart with abundance of joy then was fill'd
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She shew'd him his lodgding where he was to lye,
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And solemnly said she would come by and by.
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While he lay expecting his Amorous Dame,
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They sent for his Wife, who immediately came;
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To whom the whole story at length they did tell,
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And bid her with patience her sorrow expell.
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His Wife was amazed at what they had told,
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And being resolved likewise to behold:
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The depth of this frolick before she did go,
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They likewise was willing that it should be so.
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The Joyner and his Wife they tarry'd below,
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While she to her husband in her stead did go:
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And when she came almost unto the Bed-side,
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O why did'st thou tarry so long he reply'd.
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She being not hasty to pull off her cloaths,
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The Broker in kindness immediately rose,
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With kisses he call'd her the joy of his life,
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Supposing it had been the Joyners fair wife.
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She softly did whisper, it is a great sin,
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Which your fond allurements are drawing me in;
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I ne[']r in my life did commit such a crime,
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And therefore I now am unwilling this time.
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My dear be not fearful but let us injoy,
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Our freedom of pleasure, here none can annoy:
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I'le give thee choice Jewels with plenty of Gold,
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Let me not stand courting my love in the cold.
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These large protestations I pray Sir forbear,
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Since you have a Wife that is beauteous and fair:
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Said he, she was never admired by me,
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I love thee a thousand times better then she.
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He knew not he talkt to his wife all the while,
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At length she began for to rant and revile,
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She teas'd him and tore him about in his Shirt,
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Nay kickt him and thumpt him and beat him like dirt
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It was in the dark, and she having a Mask,
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He thought that the Devil had took him to task:
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The heat of her fury she never forbears,
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Until she had tumbl'd him headlong down stairs.
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His head knees and Elbows was broke with the fall,
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For mercy and pitty the Broker did call:
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But yet such a peal in his ears she did ring,
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He wish'd he had never attempted the thing,
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The Joyner and his Wife they parted the fray,
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But never a word of the Guinneys did say,
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Nor yet the poor Broker, alas, for his life,
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For fear of the anger and rage of his wife.
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The Broker he said, my sweet Wife now forgide
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This thing, and i'le ne'r do the like while I live:
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In pitty she pardon'd her husband his crime,
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And likewise she bid him beware the next time.
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