%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Excellent New Song, Called,/ The Politick Lovers;/ OR, THE/ London Merchant Outwitted. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1682-1703 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/06/2007 22216

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5.397 R187997 1 Why should not I complain on thee He That Loves Best Must Suffer Most Why Should Not I Complain On Thee IN London City late did dwell/ A Merchant, rich and known full well, Pepys 5.397 Wing E3823[A] 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. 5: 397 An Excellent New Song, Called,/ The Politick Lovers;/ OR, THE/ London Merchant Outwitted. An Excellent New Song, Called, The Politick Lovers; OR, THE London Merchant Outwitted. An Excellent New Song, Called, the Shrewd Lovers; Or, the London Merchant Outwitted. 1/2 sheet folio, 228 x 155 cropped right and bottom edges, creased surface, uneven inking vertical rules Printer A.M. 1682-1703 Printed by and for A. M. A.M. PBA

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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 8/6/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Various Subjects economics/trade family/procreation London love marriage trickery/deceit 08/06/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata added, Xballaded 11/21/06 Transcriber Megan Palmer Original Transcription 10/24/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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IN London City late did dwell A Merchant, rich and known full well, Who had a Daughter fair and young, With beauty bright, with beauty bright, and charming tongue. At Hackney she did board last spring, Only to learn to dance and sing, Her father he a Prentice had, Which was in Love, which was in Love with this fair maid. But when the father found it out, There was a heavy scolding Bout, He did command his Prentice sure, Never to see, never to see his Daughter more. The Prentice and his darling Dove, Found new ways to keep on their love, The secret is a pretty joke, T'was manag'd by, 'twas manag'd by the Father's Cloak. For when the father he did go, To see his Daughter you must know, The Prentice would a Letter poke, Within the Cape, within the Cape of''s master's Cloak. So when to Hackney he was got, The weather being something hot, The daughter to the father said, Pray give your Cloak, pray give your Cloak unto the maid. Then straightways from the Cape would they Her Lovers Letters soon convey, Wherein the Daughter she did find, That still her Love, that still her Love was true and kind. The Daughter writ an Answer then, And put it in the Cape again; The Father said, my Daughterdear, Ne're entertain, ne're entertain my servant here.
The Daughter then did weeping say, Dear father i'll not disobey, Upon which words he then did cry, You shall have all, you shall have all Girl when I dye. But when the merchant he came back, The Prentice soon the Cloak did take, And in the Cape he straight did find, A Letter from, a Letter from his mistress kind. The Prentice said, Oh master pray, What made you thus Angry this day, To chide your Daughter so severe, And say, that I, and say, that I must ne're come there. He said, A Wizzard you must be, Or how could you know this by me, But yet when he to Hackney went, The Prentice still, the Prentice still a Letter sent. So when he to his Daughter came, she ask'd him Questions of the same. Which made her Father stamp and stare, And cry'd a Witch, and cry'd a Witch i'm sure you are. At length the Merchant, he would know, How 'twas his man had tidings so, And then he did protest and swear, That he should have, that he should have, his Daughter fair. The man reply'd will you not blame The messenger that brought the same; He then began to curse and ban, That he would ne'er, that he would ne'er forgive the man. In the Cape of your Cloak then know, You brought our Letters too and fro, Which made the Merchant smile and say, My Daughter you, my Daughter you shall wed this day.
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