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S114848 2 the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune The Seminary Priest UNKNOWN The Seminary Priest GIve eare, my loving Countrey-men, / that still desire newes, KInde Devill quoth the man, / if thou a while wilt wait, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 340 1: 341 A Pleasant new Ballad you here may behold, / How the Devill, though subtle, was guld by a Scold. A Pleasant new Ballad you here may behold, How the Devill, though subtle, was guld by a Scold. A Pleasant new Ballad you here may behold, How the Devil, though subtle, was gild by a Scold. 1601-1601 Henry Gosson

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GIve eare, my loving Countrey-men, that still desire newes, Nor passe not while you heare it sung, or else the song peruse. For ere you heare it, I must tell my newes, it is not common, But, Ile unfold a trueth betwixt a Devill and a woman. Tom Thumb is not my subject, whom Fairies oft did aide, Nor that mad spirit Robin that plagues both wife and maid, Nor is my song satyricke like, invented against no man, But onely of a pranke betwixt a Devill and a woman. Then widdowes, wives and maids, give eare as well as men, And by this woman learne to gull the world agen: You may by this turne artists, or masters of your Art, And when the Devill comes for you, you need not care a fart. A woman well in yeares, livd with a husband kinde, Who had a great desire to live content in minde. But twas a thing unpossible to compasse his desire, For night and day with scolding she did her husband tire. With roughish, lowtish clowne, despight thee Ile be wilde, Doest thou think I marryed thee to use thee like a childe,
And set thee on my lap, or humour what you speake? Before Ile be so fond, thy very heart Ile breake. Why loving wife, quoth he, Ile never doe thee wrong, So thoult be ruld by me, and onely hold thy tongue, And when I come from worke, wilt please at board and bed. Doe this my loving wife, and take all being dead. Marke well quoth she, my words, what ere you speak me to, By faire meanes or by foule, the contrary Ile doe. According to her speech, this man led such a life, That oft he wisht the Devill to come and fetch his wife. Had he bid her goe homely, why then she would goe brave, Had he cald her good wife, she cald him rogue and slave: Bade he, wife goe to Church, and take the fairest pew, Sheed goe unto an Alehouse, and drinke, lye downe and spew. The Devill being merry with laughing at this mirth, Would needs from hell come trotting to fetch her from the earth, And coming like a horse, did tell this man his minde, Saying, Set her but astride my backe, Ile hurry her through the winde.
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KInde Devill quoth the man, if thou a while wilt wait, Ile bid her doe that thing shall make her backe thee straight. And here Ile make a vow, for all she is my wife, Ile never send for her againe whilest I have breath or life. Content the Devill cryd, then to his wife goes he, Good wife goe leade that horse so black and fair you see. Goe leade, sir knave, quoth she? and wherefore not goe ride? She took the Devill by the reines, and up she goes astride. The Devill neighed lowd, and threw his heeles ith ayre, Kick in the Devills name, quoth she, a shrew doth never fear. Away to hell he went, with this most wicked scold, But she did curbe him with the bit, and would not loose her hold. The more he cryd, Give way, the more she kept him in, And kickt him so with both her heeles, that both his sides were thin. Alight the Devill cryd, and quicke the bridle loose. No, I will ride (quoth she) whiles thou hast breath or shooes. Againe she kickt and prickt, and sate so stiffe and well. The Devill was not so plagud, a hundred yeares in hell. For pitty light (quoth he) thou putst me to much paine, I will not light (quoth she) till I come home againe.
The Devill shewd her all the paines within that place, And told her that they were ordaind for Scolds so base. Being bereft of breath, for scolding tis my due, But whilest I live on earth, Ile be revengd on you. Then did she draw her knife, and gave his eare a slit, The Devill never felt the like from mortall yet. So fearing further danger, he to his heeles did take, And faster then he came, he poast hast home did make. Here take her (quoth the Devill) to keep her here be bold, For hell will not be troubled with such an earthly scold. When I come home, I may to all my fellowes tell, I lost my labour and my bloud, to bring a scold to hell. The man halfe dead did stand, away the Devill hyde. Then since the world nor hell can well a scold abide:To make a saile of ships let husbands fall to worke, And give their free consents to send them to the Turke. Then honest wives and maides, and widdowes of each sort, Might live in peace and rest, and Silence keep her court. Nor would I have a scold one penny here bestow, But honest men and wives buy these before you goe.
FINIS. Printed at London for Henry Gosson dwelling upon London-Bridge neare to the Gate.