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Clods Carroll: or, A proper new Jigg, to be sung Dialogue
wise, of a man and a woman that would needs be married.
To a pleasant new Tune.

Man. NOw in the Garden
are we well met,
To crave our promise,
for promise is a debt.
Wom Come sit thee down all by my side,
and when that thou art set,
say what thou will unto mee.

M. Shew me unfaignedly,
and tell me thy mind,
For one may have a yong wench
that is not over-kind.
W. Seeke all the world for such a one,
then hardly shall you find
a Love of such perfection.

M. This single life is wearisome,
faine would I marry:
But feare of ill chusing
makes me to tarry:
Some sayes that flesh is flexible,
and quickly it will vary.
W. Its very true, God mend them.

M. Why speakst thou ill of women,
sith thou thy selfe art one?
W. Would all the rest were constant
save I my selfe alone.
M. Faith, good or bad, or howsoere,
I cannot live alone,
but needs I must bee married.

W. To marry with a yong wench,
sheel make thee poore with pride:
To marry with one of middle age,
perhaps she hath beene tryd:
To marry with an old one,
to freeze by fire side;
both old and young are faulty.

M. Ile marry with a yong wench,
of beauty and of wit.
W. It is better tame a yong Colt,
without a curbing bit.
M. But she will throw her rider downe.
W. I true, he cannot sit.
when Fillies fall a wighing.

M. Ile marry one of middle age,
for she will love me well.
W. But if her middle much be usd,
by heaven and by hell;

Thou shalt find more griefes
than thousand tongues can tell:
Ah, silly man, God helpe thee.

M. Ile marry with an old wench,
that knowes not good from bad.
W. But once within a fortnight
sheel make her husband mad.
M. Beshrew thee for thy counsell,
for thou hast made me sad:
but needs I must be married.

W. To marry with a young wench,
me thinkes it were a blisse:
To marry one of middle age,
it were not much amisse.
Ide marry one of old age,
and match where money is;
theres none are bad in chusing.

M. Then thou for all thy saying,
commendst the single life.
W. I, freedome is a popish
banishment of strife.
M. Hold thy tongue fond woman,
for I must have a wife.
W. A Cuckold in reversion.

When you are once married
all one whole yeare,
Tell me of your fortune,
and meet with mee here:
To thinke upon my counsell
thou wilt shed many a teare;
till which time I will leave thee.

M. Were I but assured,
and of a Beggars lot,
Still to live in misery,
and never worth a groat,
To have my head well furnished
as any horned Goat;
for all this would I marry.

Farewell you lusty Batchelors,
to marriage I am bent:
When I have tryd what marriage is,
Ile tell you the event;
And tell the cause, if cause there be,
wherein I doe repent,
that ever I did marry.

The second part, To the same tune.

W Good-morrow to this new married man,
how doest thou fare?
M. As one quite marrd with marriage,
consumd and killd with care:
Would I had tane thy counsell.
W. But thou wouldst not beware.
M. Alas, it was my fortune.

W. What griefe doth most oppresse thee?
may I request to know?
M. That I have got a wanton.
W. But is she not a shrow?
M. Shees any thing that evill is,
but I must not say so.
W. For feare that I should flout thee.

M. Indeed to mocke at misery,
would adde unto my griefe.
W. But I will not torment thee,
but rather lend reliefe:
And therefore in thy marriage,
tell me what woes are chiefe;
good counsell yet may cure thee.

W. Is not thy huswife testy,
too churlish and too sowre?
M. The devill is not so waspish,
shees never pleasd an hower.
W. Canst thou not tame a devill?
lies it not in thy power?
M. Alas I cannot conjure.

W. What, goeth she not a gossiping,
to spend away thy store?
M. Doe what I can, I promise you,
shees ever out of dore;
That were I nere so thrifty,
yet she would make me poore:
woes me I cannot mend it.

W. How goeth shee in apparell?
delights she not in pride?

M. No more than Birds doe bushes,
or harts the river side.
Witnesse to that, her looking-glasse,
where shee hath stood in pride
a whole fore-noone together.

W. How thinkst thou? was she honest,
and loyall to thy bed?
M. I thinke her legs doe fall away,
for spring time keeping head.
And were not hornes invisible,
I warrant you I were sped
with broad browed Panthers.

W. Thy griefe is past recovery,
no salve will help but this:
To take thy fortune patiently,
and brooke her wh[a]t she is.
Yet many things amended are,
that have beene long amisse,
and so in time may she be.

M. I cannot stay here longer,
my wife or this doth stay:
And he thats bound as I am bound,
perforce must needs obey.
W. Then farewell to thee new married man,
since you will needs away;
I can but grieve thy fortune.

M. All you that be at libertie,
and would be void of strife:
I speake it on experience,
nere venture on a wife.
For if you match, you will be matcht
to such a weary life,
that you will all repent you.


London, Printed by A.M. for
Henry Gosson.

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