%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Hee-Diuell: or, / If this Womans Husband vse her well, / Ile say some kindnesse may be found in Hell. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1630 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/23/2008 20186

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1.398-399 S126290 1 The Shee-diuell The She-Devil VVHen I a Maiden was, / I long'd to be married, HE doth consume & waste my means / in lewd dishonest fashion, author noted by STC. Pepys 1.398-399 STC 19243 for F. Groue [1630]; Rollins (2) 1087 (Mch. 12, 1630, IV, 230, Fran. Grove). Woodblock 1: above two columns and cast fleuron, below title and cast fleuron: A family stands in a room with tiled floor and paned window around a square table. On the left of the table stands a man, presumably the father of the family, dressed in all black with a white collar (in Puritan-like attire) and smoking a large pipe. On the table lie a knife and a round dish, possibly an ashtray, next to these objects stands a lit candle. On the right side of the table stands a woman, presumably the mother, with three children gathered around her. The mother wears a dark dress, a white embroidered collar, and wears a bonnet or cap. Her right arm is outstretched towards the husband, and on her left arm hang two children. The child standing underneath her right arm faces forward and wears a cap and a simple light-colored dress. That child with her left hand holds onto the arm of her brother, who stands facing his mother with his arms uplifted. The boy's head is bare and he wears a light-colored robe or tunic. Behind the mother's arm and the brother stands another girl, facing forward; she wears a dark robe and white cap. : 87 x 125 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: 398 1: 399 A Hee-Diuell: or, / If this Womans Husband vse her well, / Ile say some kindnesse may be found in Hell. A Hee-Divell: or, If this Womans Husband use her well, Ile say some kindnesse may be found in Hell. A He-Devil: Or, If This Woman's Husband Use Her Well, I'll Say Some Kindness May Be Found in Hell. The second part The second part The Second Part Parker, Martin 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 216 x 140 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 216 x 140 uneven inking uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1630 Printed for F. Groue, on Snow-hill. F. Grove Weinstein: licensing info

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WHen I a Maiden was, I long'd to be married, But now (alas) such is my case, I wish I had longer tarried, Matching over hastily hath wrought me mickle evill. She that weds such a knave as I, were as good to marry the Devill. I thought each day as long as a yeere, untill that I was mated, My Mayden-head I could not beare, so sore that life I hated: I long'd to have a man, with pleasure to content me, But now that I have gotten one, it sorely doth repent me.
For he is such a dogged wretch, and doth so basely use me, Many a sorrowfull sigh I fetch, when he doth beat and bruise me. I marryed him for love that was not worth a farthing, And yet he doth ingratefull prove, judge, is not this a hard thing? Two hundred pounds in ready coyne, my father did bequeath me, Which I (as freely as t'was mine) did give to him that hath me. Against my friends consent, I chose him for my pleasure, But now my hasty match repent, I doe (as they say) by leasure.
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HE doth consume & waste my means in lewd dishonest fashion, Among a crew of Knaves and Queanes which turnes to my vexation: And if I speake to him in kindnesse, to reclaime him, Heele with his girdle lace my skin, though all the neighbours blame him Every day I labour sore and earne my food with sweating, Yet all the thankes I have therefore, is nought unlesse 't be a beating. What I have earn'd all day, (alas) I speakt with sorrow, The knave at night takes all away, to spend upon the morrow. And glad am I to please him so, if I might but live quiet: While he doth to the Ale-house goe, I worke to get his dyet. Though my labour earnes the meat, I nor my little daughter, Till he hath done, dare nothing eate, but dine (like servants) after. When he comes home drunke at night, if supper be not drest, Most divellishly heele raile and fight, though humbly I request Him to be patient, but there is no such matter, And if the meat doe not him content, heele breake my head with the platter. I like a servile bond-slave, doe wipe his boots and shooes, And yet the domineering knave, so basely doth me use. That if one spot on them he find, about my head heele beat them, And if with words I shew my mind, I were as good to eat them.
Though such a portion I did bring, as before is said, Yet I doe every droyling thing, heele let me keepe no Maide. I wash and scowre, yet (if you will beleeve me) I seldome live a quiet houre. judge whether this doth grieve me. If any neighbour me invite, to gossipping, or feasting, I dare not goe (is not this a spight) for feare of his molesting. I forth to supper went one night, but that may be my warning, Heele not indure me out on's sight, he is so afraid of horning. How can it chuse but griefe me still, to see some of my neighbours, That money have to spend at will out of their husbands labours, And I that to my portion brought two hundred pounds in money, Dare never doe, as women ought, nor barely spend a penny. If any time he money lacke and I cannot supply him, Heel pawn my garments from my back, and I dare not deny him, Tother day he tooke my smocke, and pawn'd it for a shilling, I came, and found him at the Cocke, just when the drinke was filling. All you Maidens faire, that have a mind to wed, Take heed and be aware, lest you like me be sped. And you good wives, that heare my wofull Ditty, If you ere bought Ballad in your lives, buy this, for very pitty.
M.P. Printed for F. Grove, on Snow-hill. FINIS.