The Royoters Ruine,
In a Dialogue betwixt a Spend-thrift and a Whore.
Or, a Relation of a two-penny Bargain.
Of a Spend-thrift proffering two pence to a Whore
Having spent all but that on her before.
The Tune is, He that hath most Money is the best Man.
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A Lusty young Shaver, a vapouring Gallant,
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That vainly had spent, and consum'd his estate,
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In Taverns and Ale-houses wasting his talent
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Resolving, repentance did then come too late,
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Examining then of his Pocket, he found it
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Was very much empty, and he was grown poor,
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Quoth he now my Moneys gone all to one two-pence
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I'l make a clear end and spend that on a Whore.
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And as along in the streets he was walking
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He chanced with one of his Mobs for to meet,
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All in her silks and her bravery adorned
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With a Complement he there his Mobsie did greet,
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Sweet heart if you will go with me to an Ale-house,
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And grant me thy pleasure now I am grown poor
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I have but one two-pence left, on thee i'l spend it,
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Quoth she then go look out your two-penny Whore.
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My dearest thou knoweth my former condition
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And how I have spent my estate upon thee,
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And now for to slight me it breeds my contrition,
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And makes me with sorrow tormented to be.
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For I have but two-pence left, and I will spend it,
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On thee, I protest my love I have no more,
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Quoth she you may serve for a Pimp to another
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For I will be none of your two-penny Whore.
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WHen formerly I in my silks was adorned
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And about my neck wore, a fine flanders lac'd Band
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Upon my head was no less then a Beaver,
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What was there then I had not at command
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Remember that we two, at that time together,
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Took sweet recreation, before I was poor,
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Quoth she Sir at that time I was your companion,
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And what must I now be your two-penny Whore.
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My former acquaintance with nearest relations
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Because I before their advise would not take
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Do very much slight me, men of reputation
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My company shuns, and do me quite forsake,
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And bids me go seek for my baudy companions
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Where I have consum'd my estate all before,
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Quod she I would have all your friends for to know it
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That I will be none of your two-penny Whore.
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Thou know'st that in company we two together
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Have caused five pounds to be spent at a Clap
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All out of my Pocket O how canst thou sl[i]ght me,
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And then could so closely hugge me in thy Lap.
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It was for my money and not for my person,
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That you did my company so much adore
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However I pray thee bestow me this two pence,
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Quoth she I will not be your two penny whore.
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How often with Oaths, and with great protestation
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Ingaged you have to be faithful to me,
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In weal or in woe I should nere be forsaken,
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And now all my Coyn's gone, I slighted must be
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But yet here's a two pence left pray thee now take it
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And let us do once as we have done before.
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Quoth she I nere did for two pence and therefore
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Be packing and hunt out your two penny whore.
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Well then my dear Love if you'l not be perswaded
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To take this my money because it is small,
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Let us do a little, a very, very little
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For former acquaintance and that shall be all.
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Quoth she, I do scorn for to break my old custome,
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Another man I have to wait on therefore
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I must bid a farewel both to you and your two pence
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For I scorn to be counted a two penny whore.
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Quoth she Sir before we depart I will tell you,
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I dare undertake, to proscribe you a way
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How you may be doing, then let's to an Alehouse
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But take notice before, Halfe a Crown is my pay
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Then give your two pence in earnest at present
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You shall have your request sir, although you be poor
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But this I must tell you before you begin it,
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Ile set seven Groats Sir upon your old score.
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And thus you may see the condition of wantons
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And in what a wanton condition they are,
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Before they will leave of their lustful occasions
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If they cannot get money they trust out their ware,
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They'l keep a man company while his Coyn lasteth
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And never forsake him untill he be poor.
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And then much ado he shall have with his wanton,
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For one single Jobbe to set on the score.
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You Gallants and others I wish you be careful,
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That have an Estate, lest you vainly it waste
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And fly evil company, of them be fearful,
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Lest into Poverty you should be cast,
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And afterwards you be forc't with submission
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To creep unto those where you spent all your store
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The best way I know of, for you to prevent it,
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Is to keep your goods out of the hands of a Whore.
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