The Unconscionable Gallant:
OR,
The Beautiful Lady's Misfortune.
To the Tune of, Fond Boy, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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NOw I pray you attend, to the Lines that are penn'd,
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Which abroad to the World we in merriment send;
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It is absolute new, and they say it is true,
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Therefore listen a while unto what shall insue:
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A young Gallant of Fame to a Friend's House he came,
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Where he sent for a fair and young beautyful Dame.
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When her Charms he beheld he with Raptures was fill'd,
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Yet altho he in Courting was very well Skill'd
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His fine Amourus Tale could in no wise prevail,
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For without Half a Peice of his Joys he should fail:
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Like a Lady of State she had told him the Rate,
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And this done, not a Penny or Farthing she'd Bait.
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Half a Peice is too much for a poor single touch,
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Therefore pray use a Conscience, for faith I do grutch
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To give more than a Crown for a bit of the Brown,
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I can have it for less of the Girls of the Town:
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Therefore make not this fuss, and stand scruing me thus,
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For a light Gain they say makes a rich golden Purse.
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If a Lady you lack, Sir, I stand to my tack,
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For I'll have you to know I am no common Crack,
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That for Six pence or less will their kindness express,
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You may see that I go in a rich silken Dress,
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Paint with powdered Hair and black Patches I wear,
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Which cannot be maintain'd with that Price I declare.
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Pry'the be not so nice, 'tis a very good Price,
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And thou knows very well 'twill be earn'd in a trice:
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Therefore do not deny, but with reason comply,
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And perhaps for my Jewel a Cornet I'll buy.
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But the Answer she gave, You must give what I crave
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'Tis in vain to dispute, for ten shillings I'll have.
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When he found her so stout, he began to fall out,
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And, as some says, he threaten'd to Kick her about:
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Since her price she'd not Bait, faith his Love turn'd to hate,
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And he threaten'd to Call for an Officer strait:
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If you will have full Ten, I will punish you then
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That can be so hard-hearted and Cruel to Men.
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Now the Lady Reply'd, in regard you'r deny'd,
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Can you be so uncivil your Friend to Deride?
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Yes, I will then, he swore: And, Miss, what is more,
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Some good Justice of Peace you shall now go before,
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To Receive the Reward that the Law will afford.
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Streight with Tears in her Eyes she his pity implor'd.
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The Disgrace I do fear, therefore let me go clear,
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And my Scarf with Five Shillings, I'll tender you here,
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Had I here so much more, I would pa[r]t with my store,
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For, alas! I was never so fitted before.
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Then he pity'd her Case, and would hide the disgrace,
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And without more to do they departed the place.
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