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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.176-177 S3278 1 You'd doe so, would you not, Yes I warrant you You'd Do So, Would You Not, Yes I Warrant You MY Masters attend,/ vnto me giue eare: I tell you but so. TAke heed how you come,/ into the Usurers iawes: Pepys 1.176-177 Rollins (1) II:116-123; STC 1331.7 for F. G[rove, c. 1630]; Rollins (2) 1201 (June 20, 1629, IV, 216, Tho. Langley). Woodblock 1: 1st 1/2 sheet folio, under title and tune, above columns 1, 2: The pope sits in his thone and is uncrowned by a white unicorn. The pope and his throne are to the left of the cut. The throne is decorated with a diamond pattern. The pope wears a long patterned robe and a tall crown or hat with a cross at the top. He faces toward his left, where he is face to face with the unicorn. His expression is nervous, and his hands are raised and splayed. He holds out two fingers on his right hand. The unicorn stands on his hind legs, and rests one foot on the pope's chest. With his horn, he pushed the crown off of the pope's head. On the ground near the unicorn's foot are two keys. The are clouds above the scene.: 94 x 77 Woodblock 2: 1st 1/2 sheet folio, under title and tune, above column 3: A noble or lord stands facing his left. He holds his (large) right hand in the air, and carried a rolled scroll in his left hand. He wears a large hat, a small ruff, and a short sleeved black overcoat. He wears decorative wrist cuffs a short fancy tunic, hose, and black shoes. he has pronounced eyebrows and a moustache.: 78 x 57 Woodblock 3: 2nd 1/2 sheet folio, under title and tune, above columns 4, 5, 6: A devil (Satan?) holding a book and whip stands to the right of the cut. He directs a group of four people with his whip. The devil is tall and muscular. He wears no clothes: his upper half is human and his feet and legs are hairy and hoofed. His penis is visible. The devil has long hair, whiskers, and a beard. He has two long horns. He faces away from the open book that he holds in his left hand and towards the whip in his right hand and the people beyond it. Facing the devil from the the left of the cut is a lady with a long dress and small ruff. She carries a feather fan in her left hand and tilts her head up to see the devil. To her left is a doctor or scholar in black robes and hat. He holds a scroll in his left hand, raised toward the devil. A lord or gentleman also faces the devil, He wears slops or pantaloons, tights to the knee, and a flat hat. He carries a flower in his left hand. One person faces away from the devil, with his left hand reaching towards the woman and men. He has a moustache, short slops or pantaloons, and a flat balck hat.: 90 x 127 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 176 1: 177 A new merry Ballad I haue here to shew,/ Come pence a peece for them, I tell you but so. A new merry Ballad I have here to shew, Come pence a peece for them, I tell you but so. A New Merry Ballad I Have here to Show, Come Pence a Piece for Them, I Tell You but so. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 273 x 150 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 272 x 150 cropped top and right edges, damaged surface, uneven inking cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking, set-off from woodcut on opposite page visible cast fleurons Printer 1630 London, Printed for F.G. F. G. Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:176-177 under Francis Grove. She notes that STC lists F. G[rove]. BBTI confirms only one person with intitials F. G. active in 1629. ESTC lists the ballad under F. G[rove].

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/10/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America State & Times advice affliction/health crime trickery/deceit vice Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 8/10/2007 Checker Gordon Batchelor ESTC matching record found: S3278. 6/3/2005 Transcriber Apri Medina 7/17/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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MY Masters attend, unto me give eare: To speake like a friend, I meane not to spare, Great store of abuses, unto you Ile shew, Good counsell refuse not, I tell you but so. Take heed of false Jesuites, and Masse-priests so vile, That many poore people, oft doe beguile: If you be rul'd by them, I doe well know: Your Soules in great danger, I tell you but so. The Pope they will tell you, can pardon your sinnes: All deedes meritorious, heaven it selfe winnes: To Rome on pilgrimage, if you will but goe; Home againe like an Asse, I tell you but so. If Physicke for your health, you meane to take: Or seeke ease for your Teeth, when they doe ake; Unto Quacksalvers, nor Mountebankes goe, Their medicines white dogges turd, I tell you but so.
They have a rare medicine, to kill all the Fleas, Great skill also at parching of Pease, My Breech hath caught the cough of them Ide faine know, Whats good for the wholesome, I tell you but so. Beware of false whores inticing baytes, To worke your destruction, they'l use many sleights: Remember the Proverbe, put fire to towe: You are in danger of burning I tell you but so. Their beautie is painting, their love it is as tart: Honey in the mouth, but Gall in the heart. If you keepe them company, and with them goe, You may ride with them to Ty-burne, I tell you but so. You that for nothing will goe to Law, Vexing your neighbours, for a sticke or a straw, Because of your lawing, your purse will grow low: You'l prove your selves Coxe-combs I tell you but so.
Forget not I say, that Embleme so rare, Which teaches you how, the Oyster to share, Thou must have one shell, the other thy foe, The fish is the Lawyers, I tell you but so. Regard not the hatred, of lewd idle people: Momus doth looke awry, like Grantham steeple: Reveale not they secrets, to friend, nor to foe, There's falsehood in friendship I tell you but so. In gaming and drinking, spend no time away, Youth cannot last long, age will decay. Hoyse Sayles up my friend, if wind doe fairely blow; Yet keepe still in Compasse, I tell you but so. In choyce of a wife, choose modest and chaste, For beautie decayeth, when vertue doth last, Unto Fortune-tellers, at no time goe: For they will but cheat you, I tell you but so.
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TAke heed how you come, into the Usurers jawes: Their gripes are more fearfull than Eagles clawes. Keep hands friend from bonds and Svertiship to: The Begger will catch you, I tell you but so. The Broker, his brother, is as bad or worse: If they but a little money disburse: They'l sucke out your marrow your hearts blood also: Their dangerous Vipers, I tell you but so. The Devill their grandsire, taught them their trade: Since which time they have, great use of it made. The poores hearts to grate, so causing their woe, Amend else you'le rue it, I tell you but so. All you wicked livers, punkes, Doxies and knaves, That bring many people, to untimely graves. The Carts they are ready, the Beadles also, You must tugge like Horses, I tell you but so. You Pimps, Cheats & Panders & such roaring boyes, That in Alehouse & Tavernes doe still make a noyse, The Carters call for you, come away, so ho, You must tugge lusty lively Lads, I tell you but so.
You idle Nick-nine-holes, and Tom-Pigeon-holes, That spend your time id'ly, not regarding your Soules, The Carts they are readie, the Beadles also, They will lash you neatly, I tell you but so. You neat nimming Divers of Cutpurse-Hall, To draw in the Cart feare you not at all, New-gate's prepared, there you must goe, And after to Tyburne I tell you but so. A drunkard last night, in the Watch being taken, His Wenches had gull'd him and himselfe forsaken. The Constable asked him, where he would goe, His answere was alwayes, I tell you but so. Unto the Counter, they sent him away, Where swearing and roaring, all night he lay. A hole he did love, to the hole he must goe, Where he had cold comfort, I tell you but so. Here comes a Cavilleere, fough how he doth smell, Of Muske, and of Civet, Cats turds would doe well. Why is he perfumed? O no[w] I doe know, He has got Morbus Gallicus, I tell you but so.
Five mincing Minikin, in Coach must be jogg'd, She hath got a great belly, at playing leape-frog, She sayes tis a Timpany causeth her woe, Tis true tis a live one, I tell you but so. Fine Susan at dancing, doth take great delight. The Garland she winneth, from all the Maydes quite, She has a fault in the turne, but not on the toe, She turnd late unto a man, he turned her also. The world at the first of nothing was made, Plaine-dealing then, was the onely Trade, But afterward worse & worse it did still grow; God mend it, or end it, I tell you but so. And thus to conclude, an end for to make, Colen doth grumble, my stomacke doth ake: A packing penny, if you will bestow, I will goe to Dinner, I tell you but so.
FINIS.
London, Printed for F.G.