%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The War-like Taylor; / Or, A true Relation of a great Fight between a Taylor and / a Louse most Heroicly performed in Black-Fryers, at the sign of the three flying / Chamber-Pots, and four half-penny Loaves, at the house of Sir John Swallowall. / Describing the manner of the bloody Battel; and the success hereof, University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/14/2008 21943

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4.282 R187708 1 I am the Duke of Norfolk, &c. I Am the Duke of Norfolk I Am the Duke of Norfolk, etc. ONce upon a time, / There was a Taylor neat and fine, Pepys 4.282 Wing W875A 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: 282 The War-like Taylor; / Or, A true Relation of a great Fight between a Taylor and / a Louse most Heroicly performed in Black-Fryers, at the sign of the three flying / Chamber-Pots, and four half-penny Loaves, at the house of Sir John Swallowall. / Describing the manner of the bloody Battel; and the success hereof, The War-like Taylor; Or, A true Relation of a great Fight between a Taylor and a Louse most Heroicly performed in Black-Fryers, at the sign of the three flying Chamber-Pots, and four half-penny Loaves, at the house of Sir John Swallowall. Describing the manner of the bloody Battel, and the success hereof, The War-like Tailor; or, a True Relation of a Great Fight Between a Tailor and a Louse Most Heroically Performed in Blackfriars, at the Sign of the Three Flying Chamber Pots, and Four Half-penny Loaves, at the House of Sir John Swallowall. Describing the Manner of the Bloody Battle; and the Success Hereof, 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 203 x 315 cropped left edge, uneven inking vertical rules 1681-1684 Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger Blagden

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ONce upon a time, There was a Taylor neat and fine, catch'd a Louse by the Shoulder-bone; Quoth he, I'le make thee know, Before that I do go, whether a Taylor be a man or none. The Louse she gave a start, Made the Taylor let a F----- and smilingly to him she did say; Do not strike me when I'm down, 'Tis the trick of a Clown, I beseech you let us have fair play. Quoth the Taylor that I grant, For no courage I do want, but a Coward I always did scorn; I do give thee leave to rise, Fight thy best I thee advise for my anger is not to be born.
Quoth the Louse I wonder much, That your rage should be such, against so old a Companion as I; But I vow and do protest, I had thought you were in jest, but if otherwise, I scorn to flye. Yet I very fain would know, Before either strike a blow, what's the cause you so rashly contend Vouchsafe to tell me this, And have at you, hit or miss, for the best of my blood i'le spend. Quoth the Taylor, yester night, You my flesh did sorely bite, besides other things I could name; But it would impeach my honour, For to parley in that manner, and therefore I conceal the same.
The the Louse, since 'tis so, hQat you know what you know, [n]o[t]nd your dignity is so immence, My heart is now at ease, You may strike me when you please. I am ready for to make my defence. Then the Taylor he began, Oh! so bravely like a man, and struck the Louse a box on the ear, Quoth he, then take thou that, And have at thee 'tother patt, then the Louse she began for to stare. But she gave him such a kick, She'd almost broke his neck, by tumbling him out of door; Quoth he, 'twas bravely meant, Now I know thy full intent, I will quickly pay this odd score. [Fr]om the ground he arose, And pull'd off his Cloaths, and began in his pride for to strut; Have at thee once again, Foreo put thee out of pain, I'm resolv'd to have 'tother bout. Then he catches up his Goose, And he threw it at the Louse, and he hit her such a clap on the side; That she began to reel, With the pain she did feel, quoth the Taylor, now the wager is try'd Quoth the Louse, Gudseers, And she catch'd up the Sheers, and the Taylor perceiving the stroke; He nimbly stooped down, Yet she struck him on the Crown, that his head was most lamentably broke. Oh it vext him to the heart, To feel the wound smart, and thus he did say in his rage; If I could but get my Sword, Now I tell thee in a word, I've not fear with two such to ingage.
For by measures and my thimble, I would make the to tremble, and to ask me forgiveness on thy knees, For this wound thou hast me given, To be sure I'le pay thee seven, for thou ne'r knewst a weapon take fees. Then his Lap-board lying by, He catch'd it presently, and up to the Louse he came; Quoth he, thou filthy creature, Who art so hateful to my nature, if I end not thy days i'm to blame. Quoth the Louse, I'm sure my brood Is almost half your food, sitting cracking from morning till night And you stitch us here and there, Like a Rascal as you are, And yet now I'm abhor'd in your sight. But he quickly got his Yard, And the Louse was sorely scar'd, that under the shop-board she did creep, Quoth he are you there? Come out if you dare, I will pay you with a Pox e're I sleep. And then the Taylor saw That the Louse would go to Law, Which made him willing to agree; And because he would compound, He gave the Louse a crown, and by that means the Taylor got free. So then all was at peace, And these bloody wars did cease; but the Taylor was so jeer'd up & down That his credit to maintain He has swore he'l fight again, if it were for a thousand pound. So my noble-hearted friends My story here it ends: and I wish you all to beware How the Taylor and the Louse Come to quarter in your house; for you hear how desperate they are.
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.