%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The BITER BITTEN,/ OR,/ The Broker well-fitted by the Joyner, and the Joyners Wife./ This Crafty Knave, thought to Inslave,/ in sending for his Wife;/ The Gold they keep, and he may Weep,/ to mend his Wicked Life. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1664-1703 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/21/2007 21156

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3.144 R228012 1 The two English Travellers The Two English Travelers A Lusty stout Ioyner he had a fair Wife./ A Broker her loved [a]s dear as his life; Pepys 3.144 Wing B3035 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. 3: 144 The BITER BITTEN,/ OR,/ The Broker well-fitted by the Joyner, and the Joyners Wife./ This Crafty Knave, thought to Inslave,/ in sending for his Wife;/ The Gold they keep, and he may Weep,/ to mend his Wicked Life. The BITER BITTEN, OR, The Broker well-fitted by the Joyner, and the Joyners Wife. This Crafty Knave, thought to Inslave, in sending for his Wife; The Gold they keep, and he may Weep, to mend his Wicked Life. The Biter Bitten, or, the Broker Well Fitted by the Joyner, and the Joyner's Wife. This Crafty Knave, Thought to Enslave, in Sending for His Wife; The Gold They Keep, and He May Weep, to Mend His Wicked Life. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?210 x 308 cropped top edge, damaged surface, uneven inking vertical rule 1664-1703 Printed for J, Blare on London-Bridge. J. Blare BBTI

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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 8/21/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant gender infidelity marriage sex/sexuality trickery/deceit 08/21/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph transcription and metadata checked, xml, estc id found 07/26/2006 Transcriber Pavneet Aulakh original transcription 08/24/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Lusty stout Joyner he had a fair Wife. A Broker he loved as dear as his life; He sought by all cunning how he might insnare, And draw into evil this beautiful fair. The Broker he courted this beautiful dame, So hot and so eager he was at the game; He said twenty Guineys on thee I'le bestow, If thou wilt be willing some kindness to show. With modest behaviour his suit she deny'd, And would in his presence no longer abide; But telling her husband for what he did sue, And likewise the Guineys he proffer'd her too. The Joyner he smiled when hearing this news, And likewise was loath such a booty to loose; He bid her seem willing & take the reward, And tell him at night you will kindness afford.
Now by his inventions a snare he had laid, Wherein this rich Broker in short was betray'd; Next proffer of kindness, she ceasing to frown, Ask him for his Guineys he tender'd them down. Then home to her chamber she did him invite, To come about eight of the clock in the night; For my unkind husband hath taken his roam, To see his relations and left me at home. The Broker he kist her and caper'd for joy, Because she no longer did seem to be coy; He thought e'ry hour as long as a day, But now you shall hear how they did him betray. The long lookt for hour at length he beheld, His heart with abundance of joy then was fill'd She shew'd him his lodging where he was to lye, And solemnly said she would come by and by.
While he lay expecting his Amorous Dame, They sent for his Wife, who immediately came; To whom the whole story at length they did tell, And bid her with patience her sorrow expell. His Wife was amazed at what they had told, And being resolved likewise to behold: The depth of this frolick before she did go, They likewise was willing that it should be so. The Joyner and his Wife they tarry'd below, While she to her husband in her stead did go: And when she came almost unto the Bed-side, O why did'st thou tarry so long he reply'd. She being not hasty to pull off her cloaths, The Broker in kindness immediately rose, With kisses he call'd her the joy of his life, Supposing it had been the Joyners fair wife. She softly did whisper, it is a great sin, Which your fond allurements are drawing me in; I ne[']r in my life did commit such a crime, And therefore I now am unwilling this time. My dear be not fearful but let us injoy, Our freedom of pleasure, here none can annoy: I'le give thee choice Jewels with plenty of Gold, Let me not stand courting my love in the cold. These large protestations I pray Sir forbear, Since you have a Wife that is beauteous and fair: Said he, she was never admired by me. I love thee a thousand times better then she. He knew not he talkt to his wife all the while, At length she began for to rant and revile, She teas'd him and tore him about in his Shirt, Nay kickt him and thumpt him and beat him like Dirt. It was in the dark, and she having a Mask, He thought that the Devil had took him to task: The heat of her fury she never forbears, Until she had tumbl'd him headlong down stairs. His head knees and Elbows was broke with the fall, For mercy and pitty the Broker did call: But yet such a peal in his ears she did ring, He wish'd he had never attempted the thing, The Joyner and his Wife they parted the fray, But never a word of the Guinneys did say, Nor yet the poor Broker, alas, for his life, For fear of the anger and rage of his wife. The Broker he said, my sweet Wife now forgive This thing, and i'le ne'r do the like while I live: In pitty she pardon'd her husband his crime, And likewise she bid him beware the next time:
Printed for J, Blare on London-Bridge.