%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Wench for a VVeauer. / A Wench for a Weauer here you shall finde, / In defending his trade brought her to his minde. Neale, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1630 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/13/2008 20116

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1.252-253 S124582 1 hang vp my Shuttle Hang Up My Shuttle IT chanced on a day, / as I was walking, as I am a weauer [with variations] MY Loue at thy request, / thou shalt command me: as I am a weauer [with variations] Pepys 1.252-253 Rollins (1) II:162-168; STC 18416.7 [M. Flesher] for F. Coules [c.1630]. Woodblock 1: below title, above first column: A man stands in a field, his body faces forward and his head looks to the right. His legs are apart and he stands with his right hand on his hip and his left arm held out to his side. He wears a hat, a jerkin, and slops. His jacket is partially unbuttoned. From the belt on his right side hangs an object, possibly a sword.: 87 x 46 Woodblock 2: below title, above second column: A lady stands with her body facing forward and her head looking to her right. In her right hand, she holds a stick that appears to have been attached to a fan that does not appear in the image. The lady wears a stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt and the front of her dress are decorated with a row of large flowers. She appears to be scowling.: 79 x 55 Woodblock 3: below title, above first column: A well-dressed man stands facing forward with his weight on his right leg and his right hand on his hip. A cape is draped over his left shoulder and drags on the ground, and he wears a cap with a plume or feather in it. He wears riding boots with the spur visible and his short tunic or waistcoat has a large collar. He appears to have a mustache. : 78 x 62 Woodblock 4: below title, above second column: A lady stands with her body facing forward and her head looking to her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan. The lady wears a stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt and the front of her dress are decorated with a row of large flowers. : 78 x 56 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: 252 1: 253 A Wench for a VVeauer. / A Wench for a Weauer here you shall finde, / In defending his trade brought her to his minde. A Wench for a Weaver. A Wench for a Weaver here you shall finde, In defending his trade brought her to his minde. A Wench for a Weaver. A Wench for a Weaver Here You Shall Find, in Defending His Trade Brought Her to His Mind. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. Neale, Thomas 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 278 x 138 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 280 x 137 cropped top edge, uneven inking cropped right edge, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1630 Printed at London for F. Coules. F. Coules Weinstein: STC

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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 4/13/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant class economics/trade love marriage 4/13/2008 Checker Charlotte Becker Transcription Checked, metadata updated, XML 07/12/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S124582 2006 Transcriber Stefanie Durich Ballad Transcribed 8/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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C 1 The Weaver. IT chanced on a day, as I was walking, In the pleasant Month of May, with my Love talking: Most friendly arme in arme, the weather being warme, I swar[e] I thought no harme, as I am a weaver. The substance of my speech. as we were going, Was I did this maid beseech, my request in wooing Grant me thy love quoth he, or one sweet smile from thee, Say walking unto me, thou bonny weaver. The Maid. The Maiden then replide, sure you are but jesting, You needs must be denide, of your requesting. Without you can declare your wits then doe not spare, How Ile live out of care, you being a weaver. For the common speech is rife, that Ile implore To be a Weavers wife is to live poore. Then cleere but you this case, why a Weaver is counted base, Then you I will imbrace, none like a weaver.
The Weaver. My owne true love and deare, since we came hither, These slanderous words Ile cleere, lets goe together. If the Barke from the Tree you pill, the root you needs must kill, So through husbands that are ill, disgract are weavers. Yet there are more as well as wee, that have disgraces, As you may plainly see in divers places. For the richest of you all, if your meanes begin to fall, Then your trades worse then all, as well as weavers. The Maid. Then I see tis poverty that breeds thy slander: Yet I have heard of thee thou hast beene Commander. Tho gone now are those dayes, and other beares the swayes, Yet thou hast had the praise none like a weaver. Seeing thou hast resolved me of what I asked: All the world plaine man see you are vainly taxed. Yet show me the ground of all, and how you first did fall. That I may speake of all, in praise of weavers.
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The Weaver. MY Love at thy request, thou shalt command me: For why I love thee best, then understand me. Fortune sometimes frownes, he raiseth and pulleth downe As well Cities as Townes, then why not weavers. Canning Street you know, where cloth is selling: Weavers have made like show in their houses dwelling. Tho they be gone and dead, and Drapers crept in stead, Yet I heard and read, there dwelt brave weavers. Jacke of Nuberie, tho he be dead and rotten, Of Weavers famde was he, he should not be forgotten. Two hundred and fifty loomes to maintaine he presumes, That honoreth now the tombes of worthy weavers. Cheapside amongst the rest shall not be forgotten, There are some that make jests, to see them broken. It is like-men that doe breake, they cannot hold they are so weake, And more would go to racke, were't not for weavers. Be not so proud in heart, although you flourish, Give Weavers due desart, for we doe them nourish.
A Weaver they cannot want, if they should their hart would pan[e] And they would feele more want: then love a weaver. To write more then is my share I should be sorry: The truth I will not spare, I have read a story Of a Weaver that was a King, whose fame through the world did ring, Which makes me merily sing speake well of weavers. In those Golden dayes, weavers had pleasure: None like them then had prayse, they gained much treasure. Weaving did so excell, none like them did so well: Of all trades they bare the bell, speake well of weavers. If any offended be at this my writing, That no eloquence he see in my inditing: Pardon me for this time, though simply now I rime, For here I meane to clime in praise of weavers. Thus here I end my song, and eke my story, I hope I have done no wrong, if I have I am sorie. Then how sayst thou my Love, my constant hart then prove: From thee Ile never move. then love a Weaver.
F I N I S. Tho: Neale. Printed at London for F. Coules