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R184267 I Will perswade him thus and say, / A Last time that you together lay, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 480 [The skilful Doctor of Glocester-shire] [?] [The skillful Doctor of Gloucestershire] Printer A.M. 1686-1686 A.M.

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I Will perswade him thus and say, Last time that you together lay, the Moon it was Eclipsed strange, And nature did her courses change, Mars by Dame Venus was beguild, And so your wife got you with child. this bargain made brought much content Home in all haste the farmer went; And told his wife so strange a tale, As made her Countenance look pale: Dear wife quoth he I am perplext, Never was man before so vext. I am incumbered with great pains, from top to toe through all my veins; My back and sides grieve me so sore, Such pains I never felt before: But yet the greatest pain I tell ye, Lies rumbling up & down my belly. Husband quoth she I can you tell, Of one that soon can make you well, He cures as I do understand, All diseases tha[t] he takes in hand; And if you pleas[?] have it so, Ile to him with y[o]ur water go. Next mornin[g] with a good intent, the good-wife[to] the Doctor went: and shews to h[i]m her Husbands water, Now mark th[e] jest that follows after: Cox body quoth [t]he Doctor mild, thy Husband sur[e]ly is with Child the woman she w[a]s much amaz[]d, And on the Doct[or] strangely gazd; Good Sir in kinness now tell me, How such thin[g]s in a man may be? I will, quoth he[,] make you no doubt, And time at l[a]st will bring it out. When Luna last was in the Eclips, You with your Husband joined Lips Then Jupiter being wrapt in thunder, turnd Venus up while Mars lay under By which Conjunction well I wot, Your husband then with child was got.
Alas, alas, then said his wife, Is there no means to save his life? I would not for a thousand pound, My husband he should fall to th Ground, Faith quoth the Doctor there is none, No ways to save his life but one. Kind loving Sir, then answered she, If you will be so good to me, to te[l]l how I his life may save, Ill give whatever you will have: No cost nor pains that I will spare, to save his life whom I love so dear: But first quod he, ile have you swear, And also have a special care, to let no body know while you live, What Physick he is to receive; She straightway bound it with an Oath, Ile keep your Counsel by my troth. then mark me well whats to be done, Each night hour setting of the Sun, His Supper then you must provide, Of Eggs, and some choice meats beside: And for to strengthen his we[a]k back You must give him a pint of Sack. Which being done, put him to bed, and lay soft Pillows under his head; then make for him a Posset fine, With Sugar and sweet muskadine; Commixt with Cinnamon and mace, And let him swallow it down apace. When he hath slept an hour or twain, then you must come to him again, And bring with you a lusty maid, which to his belly must be laid: So let them merrily sleep together, and lovingly embrace each other. this course you must for 3 weeks take, And then be sure that it will make, the pain too from his back and side, the maid the torment shall abide, And afterwards in little space, She will bring forth a babe of Grace.
And when the maid is brought to bed, Your self must lie down in her stead; And because nothing must be known, Folks must believe the Childs your own, Be sure to take this course said he, So shall your Husband cared be. the woman having heard this news, Ran home in haste how could she chuse Where she did see her husband lie, Like one just ready for to die: then presently she did unfold, All that the Doctor had her told. Alas quoth he such pangs I have, there is no means my life to save; Unless you do a Posset make, to cure my belly of the ake: Wherefore the woman out of hand Did as the Doctor did command. A Supper of most dainty meat She made him ready for to eat; And because he should no Physick lack, She after Supper gave him Sack; then kept him warm within his bed, And with sweet Posset she him fed. this being done, with Cupids aid, She got the good-will of her maid, to lye and keep her master warm, and said he should do her no harm, the maid at first seemd loath to do, But at the last yiel[d]ed thereto. And as the Doctor did [f]or[e]tell, So every thing in order fell, the maid in time was brought to bed, the good wife lay down in her stead: the man was of his burthen easd, the child at Nurse, and all are pleasd. You that these verses hear or read, If of this Doctor you stand in need, Enquire him out where he doth dwell, And surely he will use you well, Hel give you Physick to your mind, So that your purses be well lind.
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