%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A pleasant new Dialogue: / OR, / The discourse between the Serving-man and the Husband-man. / The lofty pride must bated bee, / And praise must goe in right degree. Crimsal, Richard University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30066

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S118364 2 I have for all good wives a Song UNKNOWN I Have For All Good Wives a Song the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune AS I went through the meddowes greene, / that are most lovely to be seene, INdeed you are of perfect mettle, / your nose shines like a copper kettle, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 98 1: 99 A pleasant new Dialogue: / OR, / The discourse between the Serving-man and the Husband-man. / The lofty pride must bated bee, / And praise must goe in right degree. A pleasant new Dialogue: OR, The discourse between the Serving-man and the Husband-man. The lofty pride must bated bee, And praise must goe in right degree. A pleasant new Dialogue: OR, The discourse between the Serving man and the Husband man. The lofty pride must bated be, And praise must go in right degree. Crimsal, Richard 1624-1624 F. Coules

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AS I went through the meddowes greene, that are most lovely to be seene, I heard two men in great discourse o[f] many things better or worse: The one a Serving-man, and he stood much upon his bravery: The other was a Husbandman, which no man speake against him can. The Serving-mans speech. I am a Serving-man thats fine, and feed on dainties, and drinke wine, I am for Ladies company, who can have pleasures more than I? I have the love of Maidens faire, that are their Parents onely heire, Although they goe in garments gay, with me theyl yeeld to sport and play. The Plough-man. Though you in garments goe most brave, yet you must yeeld to what I crave, No serving-man shall make me yeeld, Ile shew the cause whereon I build. A Servingman cannot come nie to that which I will verifie: A young Serving-man may compare to be an old beggar mans heire. The Serving-man. I wait on Ladies, Lords, and Knights, where pleasure flowes with much delights, My time I spend with Venus Nymphs, whose features rare desire attempts. We Serving-men have pleasure at will: and Plough-men they have labour still, Then how can they with us compare, seeing we have pleasure, and they have care?
The Plough-man. Though you in pleasure do exceed, who is it that doth serve your need? You might goe pine and starve with want, then at a Plough-man do not tant. We till the ground which brings increase, and all would lack if we should cease. Such bragging Jacks might doe full ill, then to a Plough-man yeeld thee skill. The Serving-man. Our parell many times is silke, our shirts as white as any milke, Our fare is of the very best, and that which is most neatly drest. And often when we sup or dine, we taste a dainty cup of wine: Our Masters Cellars yeeld good beere, and in his Hall we finde good cheare. The Plough-man. Tis true: there many goes in silke, and have their linnen white as milke, And yet perhaps not worth a groat, but much like you, will lye and prate: The Proverbe of a Serving-man, as alwayes I doe understand, In prime of yeeres heel roare and swagger, and being growne old he turnes a begger. The Serving-man. Why should a Plough-man me deface, and urge me with such foule disgrace? I dare to challenge you sir foole, to meet me at the Fencing-schoole: I will not so out-braved be, nor ranke with such base pedigree, I am a man of courage bold, by Plough-men Ile not be controld,
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The Plough-man. INdeed you are of perfect mettle, your nose shines like a copper kettle, Tis true you are of courage bold, the pipe and pot you will uphold, You hold it rare to drinke and smoake, all this is true which I have spoke: But tis a Husbandmans delight, to worke all day and sleepe all night. The Serving-man. We have no labour toyle and care, we Serving-men no drudges are, Our care is for the chiefest pleasure which seemes to us a daily treasure: My Ladies Waiting maid most fine, with us both often sup and dine, Sometimes a courtesie we crave, a kisse or so, and this wee have. The Plough-man. If you the Proverb truly mark, Joane is as good as my Lady in th dark, A Country Lasse in russet gray, with her I love to sport and play: O she will dance and sweetly sing, much like the Nightingale in Spring, Shes fresh and faire, and firme and sound. in her much pleasure may be found. The Serving-man. Well Countrie-man my mind is brave, I will not yeeld to what you crave: No Plough-man ere shall make me yeeld, I will not so much be compeld: My youthfull dayes yeelds me much joyes, my nights I passe with merry toyes: My time is pleasure and delight, which I doe spend with Ladies bright. The Plough-man. O hold thy peace, thy fond delight doth passe away like day or night. Thy aged head appearing gray, then doth thy pleasure soone decay,
Then from thy service must thou packe, and all things quickly wilt thou lacke: Then warning take ere it be long, and learne to worke while thou art young The Serving man. Why should I labour, toyle, or care, since I am fed with dainty fare? My Gelding I have for to ride, my cloake my good sword by my side, My bootes and spurres shining like gold, like those whose names are high inrold: What pleasure more can any crave, then such content as I now have? The Plough-man. Tis true indeed, thy pleasures great, and I have what I get by sweat, My labour gives my heart content, and I doe live in merriment. He that true labour takes in hand, doth farre surpasse the Serving-man, He passeth some with house and lands, when that decayes, he cryes, Helpe hands. The Serving-man. Thy reasons I have understood, and what thou speakst is very good. I would I were a Plough man now, and labour could at Cart and Plough, Then would I work and till the land, and never more be Serving-man, For what they have is truly got, they are contented with their lot. Thus to conclude and make an end, let none with Husband-men contend: You see here yeelds a loftie mind, and to good counsell is inclind. Thus will we all like lovers gree, the painfull man shall pressed be, For by the labour of the hand, we doe receive fruits from the land.
Printed at London for F. Coules dwelling in the Old Baily. FINIS. R.C