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The Two-Penny Whore;
In a Dialogue betwixt a Spend-thrift and a Whore.
Or, a Relation of a Two penny Bargain.
Of a Spend-thrift proffering two pence to a Whore,
Having spent all but that on her before.
The Tune is, He that has the most Money is the best Man.

A Lusty young Shaver, a vapouring Gallant,
That vainly had spent and consumd his estate,
In Taverns and Ale-houses wasting his talent,
Resolving Repentance, did then come too late:
Examining then of his Pocket, he found it
Was very much empty, and he was grown poor:
Quoth he, now my Monys gon all to one two-pence
Ile make a clear end, & spend that on a Whore.

And as along in the Streets he was walking,
[He] chanced with one of his Mobs for to meet,
[All in] her Silks and bravery adorned:
[With a Co]mplement he there his Mopsie did greet.

Sweet heart if you will go with me to an Ale-house[,]
And grant me thy pleasure now I am grown poor[,]
I have but two-pence left, on thee ile spend it:
Quoth she, then go look out your two-penny who[re.]

My dearest, thou kneweth my former conditio[n,]
And how I have spent my Estate upon thee:
And now for to slight me it breeds my contritio[n,]
And makes me with sorrow tormented to be.
For I have but two-pence left, & I will spend [it]
On thee, I protest my Love I have no more:
Quoth she, you may serve for a Pimp to anothe[r,]
For I will be none of your two-penny Who[re.]

WHen formerly I in my silks was adorned,
And about my neck wore a fine flanders lacd band,
Upon my head was no less than a Beaver:
What was there then I had not at command?
Remember, that we two at that time together,
Took sweet Recreation before I was poor:
Quoth she, Sir at that time I was your companion,
And what must I now be your two-penny whore?

My former acquaintance with nearest Relations
Because I before their advice would not take,
Do very much slight me: Men of Reputation
My company shuns, and do me quite forsake:
And bids me go seek for my baudy Companions,
Where I have consumd my estate all before:
Quod she, Ide have all your friends for to know it,
That I will be none of your two-penny Whore.

Thou knewst that in company we two together
Have caused five Pounds to be spent at a Clap
All out of my Pocket: O how canst thou slight me,
And then could so closely hugg me in thy Lap.
It was for my Money, and not for my Person,
That you did my company so much adore:
However, I pray thee bestow this Two-pence:
Quoth she, I will be none of your two-penny whore.

How often with oaths, & with great protestation,
Ingaged you have to be faithful to me:
In weal or in woe I should nere be forsaken
And now all my Coyns gone, I slighted must be:
But yet heres two-pence left, prethee now take it,
And let us do once as we have done before:
Quoth she, I nere did for two-pence, & therefore
Be packing, & hunt out your two-penny whore.

Well then my dear Love, if youl not be perswa-ded
To take this my money because it is small,
Let us do a little, a very very little
For former acquaintance, and that shall be all:
Quoth she, I do scorn for to break my old custom,
Another man I have to wait on: therefore
I must bid a farewel both to you & your two-pence,
For I scorn to be counted a Two-penny-whore.

Quoth she, Sir before we depart I will tell you,
I dare undertake to proscribe you a way
How you may be doing: then lets to an Ale-house,
But take notice before, Half a Crown is my pay:
Then give me your twopence in earnest at present
You shall have your request sir, altho you be poor:
But this I must tell you before you begin it,
Ile set seven Groats Sir upon your old score.

And thus you may see the condition of wantons,
And in what a wanton condition they are,
Before they will leave off their lustful occasions,
If they cannot get money, they trust their ware.
Theyl keep a man company while his Coyn last-eth
And never forsake him until he be poor:
And then much ado he shall have with his wanton,
For one single Job to set on the Score.

You Gallants and others, I wish you be careful,
That have an Estate, lest you vainly it wast:
And fly evil Company of them be fearful,
Lest into Poverty you should be cast
And afterwards you be forct with submission
To creep unto those, where you spent all your store
The best way I know of for you to prevent it
Is to keep your goods out of the hands of a Whore

London, Printed for W. Thackeray, T. Passinger, and W. Whitwood.

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