%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Miserable Mountebank, / OR, A / Fierce encounter betwixt down right Dick, and this Devil of a Doctor, / one morning in a Market place. / It seems he says he'd raise the dead, / by Vertue of his Pill, / But Richard came and broke his Head, / for his confounded Skill. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1685-1685 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/26/2014 33197

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R180617 1 Cold and Raw. Stingo; Oil of Barley; Cold and Raw Cold and Raw. IN a Market town of late, / a Mountebank was balling; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 633 THE / Miserable Mountebank, / OR, A / Fierce encounter betwixt down right Dick, and this Devil of a Doctor, / one morning in a Market place. / It seems he says he'd raise the dead, / by Vertue of his Pill, / But Richard came and broke his Head, / for his confounded Skill. THE Miserable Mountebank, OR, A Fierce encounter betwixt downright Dick, and this Devil of a Doctor, one morning in a Market place. It seems he says he’d raise the dead, by Vertue of his Pill, But Richard came and broke his Head, for his confounded Skill. THE Miserable Mountebank, OR, A Fierce encounter betwixt down right Dick, and this Devil of a Doctor, one morning in a Market place. It seems he says he'd raise the dead, by Virtue of his Pill, But Richard came and broke his Head, for his confounded Skill. 1685-1685 J. Deacon

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IN a Market town of late, a Mountebank was balling; At a strange romancing rate, he stood himself extolling; Hear is my never failing Pill, come buy it whoever pleases, For here I do declare it will, Sirs, Cure you of all diseases. As for Gravel, Stone or Gout, it lies within my power, With this Pill to purge it out, in less than half an hour; It cures the Megrum in the head, and every inflamation; It has raised some persons from the dead, unto the worlds admiration.
Downright Dick was standing there, who had been often cheated; Therefore he could not forbear but straight these words repeated; I here am vexed to the heart, good people forbear your buying, Had this Rascal his due desert, he wou'd be well whipt for lying. Dick he calld him shurking Knave, and proffer'd to a fought him, But the Mounty-bank did rave, so did his fools about him: Quoth Richard come down from your stage, and do not make such a racket, Here in this market I would engage to liquor your lowsy J[a]cket.
Dick had a quarter staff, which he knew how to handle; But the Mountebank did laugh, and said, beware of your Candle; My Sword shall put you in the dumps, quoth Richard I do not fear you, I faith I mean to make Clubs trumps, if once I can come but near you. Though I am a plow-man born, I fear no Sword nor Rapier; Such men I do hold in scorn, who will no more than vaper: You Slave, it is not my delight to rangle and hold a parly, If you have any mind to fight, come hither and meet me fairly. He came from his Stage straitway, a quarter-staff was brought him, Then begun a lusty fray, where lusty Richard taught him Such breeding which he never knew; he did not stand to beslave him, But made the Mountebank look blew at every bang he gave him. There the Mountebanks head man with high flown words stood flashing, But stout Richard laid it on, as if he had been threshing;
He follow'd him with store of stripes, which made his poor Bones to rattle, His Gally-pots and Glister-pipes was never in such a battel. Dick at length did crack his Crown, besides his bones he laces, And the blood did trickle down in more than twenty places; He went to run away amain, his bloody streams did surprize him, But Richard fetch'd him round again, and told him he must chastise him. Nay, I'll swear you if I live, and therefore pray Sir tarry; You shall never glisters give, to make young maids miscarry; Another Oath I will repeat and see you think always on it; When e're you do a plow-man meet, to him you shall vail your Bonnet. Yes, I swear to keep them both, as you do me desire, From this very day henceforth, a Plow-man i'le admire; Away the Mountebank did sneak, and was by his Fools attended, Another word they dare not speak, least Richard should be offended.
Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Guiltspur street.