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1.184-185 S3153 1 Welcome to Towne Welcome to Town IN place where late I chanced to be at / a feast of friendly meetings, Then, qd. Goodman Dent, how shall we doe, / (this lent, / they say ther's no good Herring Pepys 1.184-185 Rollins (1) I:232-236; STC 5872.5 for H. G[osson, c.1632]. Woodblock 1: 1st 1/2 sheet folio, under title and tune, above column 1: Two men stand facing one another out of doors (there's a small tuft of grass in the background). The man to the left of the cut wears a brimmed hat with a feather and a moustache. He has a buttoned jerkin, black pleated pantaloons or slops, and knee-high riding boots with spurs. His right hand is at his hip, and his left hand holds the sword handle at his waist. The second man, to the right of the cut. He wears a fitted hat, a jerkin and pantaloons. In his right hand, he holds a long stick or staff, which he rests on his right shoulder. He has a moustache, beard, and troubled expression: 85 x 100 Woodblock 2: 1st 1/2 sheet folio, under title and tune, above column 2: A religious figure stands facing forward and looking to his left. He wears an elaborate robe that hangs to the floor, and a short cape or skirt drapes from his shoulders. He wears a kind of hat or cap typical of clergy. His left hand is held in front of him and points to the right, and he holds his right hand by his hip. In his right hand he holds a scroll or other roll of paper. A row of buttons is visible on the right of his bodice, he has wide sleeves, and several decorative folds are visible in the skirt of his robe.: 73 x 28 Woodblock 3: 2nd 1/2 sheet folio, under fleuron and title above column 3: A bearded man stands facing the left of the cut. He wears a broad brimmed hat, a baldrick, a jerkin, and a short kilt or slops. His slops are either ornately decorated or have somethign handing against them from his belt. He holds his right hand out, bent at the elbow, and his left arm reaches across his body toward his right. The man stands on a tiled floor.: 80 x 72 Woodblock 4: 2nd 1/2 sheet folio, under fleuron and tune, above column 4: An old woman stands facing forward, her right arm extended and in her right hand she holds an object. She wears a full-skirted, ornate dress and a cord with tassles falls from her waist. She wears ornate, puffed sleeves and her bodice is elaborately embroidered. Her hair is pulled back into a bun or bonnet.: 80 x 40 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: 184 1: 185 The Countrey mans chat, / Wherein you shall finde / How each man doth talke / To please his owne minde. part::start ptitle::start The Countrey mans chat, Wherein you shall finde How each man doth talke To please his owne minde. The Country Man's Chat, Wherein You Shall Find How Each Man Doth Talk To Please his Own Mind. The second part. The second part. The Second Part 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 261 x 153 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 262 x 168 damaged surface, uneven inking, set-off from opposite page visible cropped top and right edges, set-off from opposite page visible cast fleurons cast fleurons 1632 London, Printed for H. G. H. G. Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:184-185 under H. G. [Henry Gosson]. She notes STC lists H. G[osson]. BBTI and Plomer confirm Gosson's activity ca. 1628. ESTC lists H. G.

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I N place where late I chanced to be at a feast of friendly meetings, Where men and women of each degree, us'd kinde and courteous greetings, For their acquantance and their conference, one had with another, Well I noted as they sorted all their speech in order, Men by themselves, women likewise, men they talkt of Tillage, The prises of wheat, of sheep and Neat, and orders of their Village. First, quod John Thake , to the Goodman Lake , what when doe ye gin sow Barly? Masse quoth he not, this sennet yet I thinke it's somewhat too early. Quoth Goodman Hare , to another there, how workes your land in Brimly ? Why, quoth old Paine , 'twants but a raine, but I warn't twould worke even trimly. Then, quoth old Jud , I thinke twere good, and if you sew't with Peason, No, quoth John How , were I as you, it should lye another season. Quod Goodman Ros , how's your horse, I heard he's sicke ath' stavers, Oh hang him Jade, quoth old John Dade , its time he were at the Glovers. Quoth Goodman Read , to the Goodman Pead , how sold you wheat at Hertford ?
Faith, quoth old Brown , even halfe a crown and so twas sold at Storford . I never knew, quoth old John Trew , the Markets to be slower. Nay, quoth old Snow , tis very like so, the prizes will be lower. Marry, quoth old Gue , pray God be true; then poore shall fare the better, Now forth came Mence , with's eloquence, yet he knew never a letter, Wee are confused, and infused, and our hedges broken, I faith, quoth Bars , I tell you sirs, my fields they lye all open, Faith, quoth old Neale , the poore wil steale, before they'l fall to working. I and whoore for all they're poore, they care not for a Jerking. These hedgebreakers I think it fit, that at next leete wee paine them, And these inmates, quoth Peter Gates , how should a man restraine them. Faith Boyes and Girles, & knaves & truls, their can be no dividing, They must be matcht, and will be pitcht, somewhere to have a biding. Tush, quoth old Rule , man you're a foole, don't those so that have riches; But now they'l prevent th'impediment, for downe goes Cloackbag breeches.
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T hen, quod Goodman Dent , how shall we doe, this lent, they say ther's no good Herring There's no good white, quod Goodman Knight , nay, Ile stand to't, quoth old Seering , And quoth Tom Bush , law's strait lor flesh, if that's true, quoth old Kelly . Tush you may be excus'd, quod Goodman Hewes'd along of your wives great belly. You'r killing a calfe, quoth Goodman Roffe , I catch this same at Roston , Where I sold my hogs as cheap as any dogs, that I bestow'd such cost on. Quoth Goodman Fip , how standeth your sheep, they say there dies aboundant, Faith, quoth Ned Scot , they all have the rot, I hold a hundred pound ont, Nay thats a Jest, quoth Robin Feast, for I know heres good Mutton, Theres little found in all this Towne, Ile stand to't quoth old Hutton . What is there then, quoth Francis Wren , that is without some misflaw, But stay your tale, quoth Humfrey Sale , can ye spare us a loade of Peas-straw?
What now John Dan , how dost thou man? me thinkes thou lookst but sickly, I doubt, quoth Jeames , he hath raid his seames, that makes him goe so featly, Now here John Simmes , to all our friends, in City and in Country, Doe let it come and Ile drinke round, to Dicke and so to Humfrey . man I was at Stadds with those old Lads, and there we drunke full deeply, Come, quoth Tom Trap , man take of your lap, and lets be going quickly. How doe's, quoth one, your neighbour Ton , I doubt he thrives but slowly. But there's Ned Stitch is growne vile rich, which way the dewce is't know ye. Thus much delating and much chatting, is there at such meetings. If ought I leave you may it conceive, Ile now to the womens greeting For they were neatly talking featly, as they use at Banquets: Whose kindes I spide even last Shrovetide, when they were eating Pankakes.
FINIS. London, printed for H.G.