%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The father hath beguil'd the sonne. / Or, a wonderfull Tragedy, which lately befell In Wiltshire, as many men knovv / full well. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1629 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/26/2008 20170

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1.362-363 S126275 1 Driue the cold Winter away Drive the Cold Winter Away Drive the Cold Winter Away I Often haue knowne, / And experience hath showne, the father beguil'd his owne sonne. [with variations] SHe mused in mind, / Such greeting to find, cropped title: The father hath beguil[']d . . .; author noted by STC. Pepys 1.362-363 STC 19232 [A. Mathewes] for F. Coules [1629]; Rollins (2) 872 (June 20, 1629, IV, 216, Fran. Coles & partners). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1: A bearded man stands with his right arm held across his body. He wears a buttoned doublet or jerkin, short, full breeches or slops, ribbon garters, high boots, spurs, a sword belt, and a tall hat with a brim and a plume. His left arm is extended forwards. Two plants are visible behind him.: 84 x 60 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: An ornately dressed woman stands facing forward with her left hand placed by her hip and her right hand holding a feather fan that dangles by her right hip. She wears a gown with a wide skirt and her dress has a high, ornate ruff or collar. She wears her hair up and a hat with a brim, and the bodice of her gown is cut away between collar, sleeves, and ribcage to reveal her bare breasts and nipples.: 90 x 53 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: 362 1: 363 The father hath beguil'd the sonne. / Or, a wonderfull Tragedy, which lately befell In Wiltshire, as many men knovv / full well. The father hath beguil'd the sonne. Or, a wonderfull Tragedy, which lately befell In Wiltshire, as many men knowfull well. The Father Hath Beguiled the Son. Or, a Wonderful Tragedy, Which Lately Befell in Wiltshire, as Many Men Know Full Well. The second part, The second part, The Second Part, Parker, Martin 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 275 x 136 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 276 x 135 cropped top edge, damaged surface, uneven inking cropped top edge, damaged surface, uneven inking 1629 Printed at London for Francis Coules. Francis Coules Weinstein: licensing info

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I Often have knowne, And expereince hath showne, that a spokesman hath woo'd for himselfe And that one rich neighbour Will underhand labour to overthrow another with pelfe: But I never knew. Nor I thinke any of you, since wooing and wedding begun, That ith way of marriage, Or such kinde of carriage the father beguil'd his owne sonne. Yet of such a thing I purpose to sing: and tis of a certaine truth, A widower old Well stored with gold: had one onely sonne a fine youth, In Wiltshire of late Neere to Bodwin the great: this strange and true story was done, Then list and give eare And you truly shall heare: how the father beguil'd his owne sonne. A pretty young maid, Ith the place aforesaid: in a Gentlemans house did dwell And this youthfull lad So much view of her had, that with her in love he soone fell: By day and by night He wisht for her sight, and she at the last was wonne, To plight him her troth, Yet she broke her oath, for the father beguil'd his owne sonne. For once on a day The young man did say:
unto his wise and aged dad, That twas his intent (Worse things to prevent) with marriage to make him glad: Me thinkes first quoth he, Your wife I might see, why will you hastily run: On such brittle ware? Yet for all his care, (old fox) he beguil'd his owne sonne. The sonne told his father, How that he had rather: to have in the same his consent. So to have a view Of his Lover true, the sonne with his father went: And when they came there The Lasse did appeare, so faire and so lovely a one, That the old doting churle, Fell in love with the girle and sought to beguile his owne sonne. With such pleasant words As to love accords, they all did depart for that season, The honest young Lad, Was joyfull and glad: his sweet-hart had shew'd him good reaso, The love-sicke old man, Did looke pale and wan, and could to no pleasure be wonne, By night and by day, Still musing hee lay, how he might beguile his owne sonne. Yet none did mistrust, A thing so unjust: for he was neere threescore yeeres old: Which yeeres one would thinke, Should make a man shrinke, when his vitall spirits are cold: But now to be briefe, That was all his griefe, from love all this mischeife begun: And nothing could serve, His life to preserve, but that which must kill his own sonne. So once on a day, When his sonne to make hay: was gone a good mile from the house, Away the old man, Is gone to see Nan, as briske as a body louse: And with a bold face, He told her his case, and into what care he was runne, Unlesse that she, Would kindly agree, to take him in stead of his sonne.
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The second part, To the same tune.</hi></seg>
SHe mused in mind, Such greeting to find, and thus unto him shee said, Can such an old knave, With one foot in the grave: set love on a young tender maid, That hardly sixteene Cold winters had seene, sure such thing cannot be done: Nay more then all this You know what past is, twixt me and your onely sonne. Sweet Nan quoth hee, Ne're dally with me, I love thee as well as may be, And though I am old I have silver and gold to keepe thee as brave as a Lady, All my whole estate Upon thee shall wait, and whatsoere thou wouldst have done, With gold in thy hand, Thou shalt it command, if thou wilt take me instead of my sonne. If me thou doe shun, In hope of my sonne then take him and ift be thy minde, But into the bargaine Looke not for one farthing, then be not with folly let blind, For it lies in my power, At this instant houre (if thou say no it shall be done) To give all I have, Away from the knave, then take me and leave off my sonne. When she heard these words, To him shee accords upon the same condition,
That of all his pelfe, He should his owne selfe, her set in full possession, To which he agreed, And gave her a deed, by which the poore Lad was undone, Unnaturally To please his fancy, he did dis-inherit his sonne. These things being acted, And they both contracted, by witness unawares to the Lad, The old man home went, With hearty content, rejoycing at his courses bad, And thus the next day, He carryed away the Lasse which with wealth he had won He maried was, Twelve miles from the place, thus the father beguil'd his own sonne. The young-man with griefe, Heard of this mischiefe and blaming this monstrous part, Before both their faces, Unto their disgraces, he stab'd himselfe to the heart: The unnaturall dad, Ran presently mad: repenting of what he had done, He runs up and downe, From towne unto towne, and hourely calles on his sonne. The faithlesse young wife, Weary of her life, (to thinke what folly befell) Ran straight in all hast, And headlong shee cast herselfe in a deepe draw-well. And there shee was found, Next morning quite drown'd these things for certaine were done, Some sixe weekes agoe, As many men know, that knew both father and sonne. Let every god father, A warning here gather, by this old mans punishment: And let every young Lasse, (As in a glasse,) looke on this disastrous event; For both were to blame, And both suffer'd shame, the old man yet living doth run In mad franticke wise And alwayes he cryes, for casting away his owne sonne.
FINIS. M.P. Printed at London for Francis Coules.