%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> VVin at First, Lose at Last: Or, A New game at CARDS. / Wherein the King recovered his Crown, and Traytors lost their Heads. Price, Lawrence University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/16/2008 20818

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2.207 R234370 1 Ye Gallants that delight to play A New Game at Cards You Gallants That Delight To Play YE merry hearts that love to play / At Cards, see who hath won the day; [repetition of last line of each stanza, although this is not indicated for stanzas 2, 4-7, 12-14] imprint unclear: Simpson reads the date as 1692, but neither 1682 nor 1692 is possible if the names in the imprint are correct: on the evidence of 'F. Cole' the latest date is the year of his death, 1680; Restoration (1660); another edition at 4.344; author noted by Wing. Pepys 2.207 Wing P3390[B]; Rollins (2) ?1873 (Mch. 13, 1656, ii, 37) 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. 2: 207 VVin at First, Lose at Last: Or, A New game at CARDS. / Wherein the King recovered his Crown, and Traytors lost their Heads. Win at First, Lose at Last: Or, A New Game at CARDS. Wherein the King recovered his Crown, and Traytors lost their Heads. Win at First, Lose at Last: Or, a New Game at Cards. Wherein the King Recovered His Crown and Traitors Lost Their Heads. Price, Lawrence 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 210 x 330 cropped and torn bottom edge, damaged surface, uneven inking vertical rules 1682 Printed for F. Cole, T. Vere, I. Wright, I. / Clark, and T Passinger, 16[8]2 F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, T. Passinger Weinstein: imprint date from imprint, though F. Coles was dead by then so something is off. See Notes and references.

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YE merry hearts that love to play At Cards, see who hath won the day; You that once did sadly sing, The Knave o'th'Clubs hath won the King: Now more happy times we have, The King hath overcome the Knave, The King hath overcome the Knave. Not long ago, a Game was play'd, When three Crowns at the stake was lay'd; England had no cause no boast, Knaves won that which Kings had lost: Coaches gave the way to Carts, And Clubs were better Cards than Hearts. Old Noll was the Knave o'th'Clubs, A[n]d Dad of such as Preach in Tubs: Bradshaw, [?]reton, and Pride, Were three other Knaves beside: And they play'd with half the Pack, Throwing out all Cards but black, etc. But the just Fates threw these four out, Which made the Loyal Party shout; The Pope would fain have had the Stock, And with these Ca[r]ds have whip'd his Dock[.] But soon the Devil these Cards snatches, To dip in brimstone and make Matches.
But still the sport for to maintain, Lambert, Haslerige, and Vain, And one-ey'd Hewson took their places, Knaves were better Cards than Aces; But Fleetwood he himself did save, Because he was more Fool than Knave. Cromwel, tho' he so much had won, Yet he had an unlucky Son; He sits still and not regards[,] Whilst cunning Gamesters sets the Cards, And thus, alas! poor silly Dick, He play'd a while but lost the trick. The Rumpers that had won whole Towns, The spoils of Martyrs and of Crowns, Were not contented, but grew rough, As tho' they had not won enough; They kept the Cards still in their hands, To play for Tythes and Colledge-Lands. The Presbyters began to fret, That they were like to lose the set; Unto the Rump they did appeal, And said it was there turn to deal; Then dealt the Presbyterians, but The Army swear that they will cut, The Army swear that they will cut.
THe Foreign Lands did all wonder, To see what gallant Games of [u]nder, That they that Christmas did forswear, Should follow Gaming all the Year, Nay more, which was the strangest thing, To play so long without a King, etc. The bold Phanaticks present were, Like bu[t]tlers with their boxes there: Not doubting but that every Game Some profit would redound to them: Because they were the Gamesters Minions, And every day broach[t] new Opinions, etc. But Cheshire men (as Stories say) Began to shew them Gamesters play: Brave Booth and all his Army strives To save the Stakes or lose their lives: But Oh, sad fate, they were undone, By playing of their Cards too soon, etc. Thus all the while a Club was trump, There's none could ever beat the Rump: Until a Noble G[e]neral came, And gave the Cheaters a clear slam: His finger did out-wit their noddy, And [s]crew'd up poor Jack Lambert's body. Then Hasl[?]rige began to scowl, And said the General play'd foul: Look to him P[a]rtners, for I tell ye, This Monk has got a King in's belly:
Not so quoth Monk, but I believe, Sir Arthur has a Knave in's sleeve. When General Monk did understand The Rump were peeping into's hand, He wisely kept his Cards from sight, Which put the Rump into a fright: He saw how many were betray'd, That shew'd their Cards before they plaid. At length, quoth he, some Cards we lack, I will not play with half a pack, What you cast out I will bring in, And a New Game we will begin, With that the Standers-by did say, They never yet saw fairer play, etc. But presently this Game was past, And for a second Knaves were cast, All New Cards, not stain'd with spots, As was the Rumpers and the Scots, Here good Gamesters plaid their parts, They turned up the King of Hearts, etc. After this Game was done, I think, The Standers-by had cause to drink: And the loyal Subjects sing. Farewel Knaves, and welcome King: For till we saw the King return'd, We wisht the Cards had all been burn'd, etc.
Printed for F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright, J[.] Clark, and T. Passinger. 16[8]2