%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An ANSWER To the/ London CUCKOLD,/ Lately fitted with a large pair of HORNS of the New Fashion, which his/ Wife made him in the time of his Riding to Hounslow=Heath./ With an Account of his languishing under the Burden of his New Head-piece. Together/ with his Wives faithful promise of seeking out for a speedy Cure for his lamentable di-/stemper. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1671-1702 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/22/2007 21787

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4.123 R172362 1 O Mother, Roger O Mother! Roger O Mother! Roger I Pray now listen to my Ditty/ I shall weep for evermore, O when I went the Camp to see,/ would I had took my Wife with me. [stanzas 1,2,6] see also Pepys 4.122 Pepys 4.123 Wing A3417A 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. 4: 123 An ANSWER To the/ London CUCKOLD,/ Lately fitted with a large pair of HORNS of the New Fashion, which his/ Wife made him in the time of his Riding to Hounslow=Heath./ With an Account of his languishing under the Burden of his New Head-piece. Together/ with his Wives faithful promise of seeking out for a speedy Cure for his lamentable di-/stemper. An ANSWER To the London CUCKOLD, Lately fitted with a large pair of HORNS of the New Fashion, which his Wife made him in the time of his Riding to Hounslow-Heath. With an Account of his languishing under the Burden of his New Head-piece. Together with his Wives faithful promise of seeking out for a speedy Cure for his lamentable di- stemper. An Answer to the London Cuckold, Lately Fitted with a Large Pair of Horns of the New Fashion, Which His Wife Made Him in the Time of His Riding to Hounslow Heath. With an Account of His Languishing under the Burden of His Head-piece. Together with His Wives Faithful Promise of Seeking Out for a Speedy Cure for His Lamentable Distemper. 1/2 sheet oblong folio 200 x 304 creased surface, set-off from opposite page visible cast fleurons 1671-1702 Printed for I Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt=spur=street. J. Deacon Spufford and BBTI

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I Pray now listen to my Ditty I shall weep for evermore, All my neighbours now take pitty, I had ne'r such Horns before: How my head does throb and ake, And my heart with grief will break, I am wofully possest, Night and day I take no rest: O when I went the Camp to see, would I had took my Wife with me. Most bitterly I have lamented, O unhappy rigid Fate, Once I thought to be contented, but I find my grief so great, That there's none alive does know
What I feel and undergo, I was loath the Horn to blow, But my heart is sunk full low: O when I went the Camp to see, would I had took my Wife with me. Dear Husband, let this be observed, never grive for what is past, You are not the first so served, no, nor will not be the last, Though thou wert a Cuckold made, It was by a ranting blade, Who most richly was array'd, We shall have a thriving trade; For they that gains my kind good-will, must bring ready Money still.
Besides, I will not be so common, I resolve to pick and chuse, As I am an honest woman, I will never thee abuse, But wi[l]l stroke thy aged brows, Like a tender loving spouse, Though a wanton trick I show'd, Love it is the London mode, Then prithee take it patiently, And I will be a help to thee. I pray what is a Shop in London, but a place of care and strife, He that keeps it may be undone, if he han't a handsome Wife, For a beauty fair and gay, In their Silks and rich array, Like a tractive Load-stone they, Draw in custome day by day, Then Husband pray contented be, and I will be a help to thee. Wife tell me not of Gold or treasure, I have neither peace nor rest, Nor in Wealth can take no pleasure, while I wear this horned Crest, For where e're I walk the street, There is very few I meet, But with me will play the wag, Hunt and course me like a stag, O when I went to the Camp to see, would I had took my Wife with me.
Why love they are but newly started, as the very truth I tell. Therefore be not thus dead-hearted, they become you passing well, Count it not as a disgrace, For as I am in this place, They adorn your aged face, With a more then common grace, And when they ride to Charlton-Fair, thou shalt be a Captain there. We see how many daily flourish, that are of the horned crew, Yet their loving Wives they'l nourish tho' theyv'e made um worse then you Therefore fear not fortunes frown, Why should you be thus cast down, Thou hast Brothers in the Town, Worse distempered in the crown, Sweet Wife I own all this may be, but Horns will not agree with me. Well Husband if you cannot bear it, I have gold and Silver sure, For thy sake i'le freely spare it, and seek out for speedy cure; There's an able Doctor then, Which has cur'd the worst of men, Nay i'le tell you likewise, when They were threescore years and ten, If now in town the Doctor be, i'm sure he's cure thee perfectly.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street.