%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Skilful Doctor of Glocester-shire: / OR, / A New way to take Physick. / This ditty doth concern a Country Farmer, / Who lay with his maid, not thinking to harm her, / But she, poor Wench, was by her Master vild, / First tempt to sin, then after got with Child: / But by the Doctors skill, her honest dame, / Excus'd her Husband, and sav'd her maid from blame, / The Doctor he hath medic[i]nes in store, / To Cure all sorts of folks, both rich and poor. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1689-1689 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/09/2014 33558

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R184266 1 Beds making. UNKNOWN Beds making. A Country Famer, as 'tis said, / That had a pritty handsome Maid, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 288 The Skilful Doctor of Glocester-shire: / OR, / A New way to take Physick. / This ditty doth concern a Country Farmer, / Who lay with his maid, not thinking to harm her, / But she, poor Wench, was by her Master vild, / First tempt to sin, then after got with Child: / But by the Doctors skill, her honest dame, / Excus'd her Husband, and sav'd her maid from blame, / The Doctor he hath medic[i]nes in store, / To Cure all sorts of folks, both rich and poor. The Skilful Doctor of Glocester-shire: OR, A new way to take Physick. This ditty doth concern a Country Farmer, Who lay with his maid, not thinking to harm her, But she, poor Wench, was by her Master vild, First tempt to sin, then after got with Child: But by the Doctors skill, her honest dame, Excus’d her Husband, and sav’d her maid from blame, The Doctor he hath medic[i]nes in store, To Cure all sorts of folks, both rich and poor. The Skilful Doctor of Glocestershire: OR, A New way to take Physic. This ditty doth concern a Country Farmer, Who lay with his maid, not thinking to harm her, But she, poor Wench, was by her Master vild, First tempt to sin, then after got with Child: But by the Doctor's skill, her honest dame, Excused her Husband, and saved her maid from blame, The Doctor he hath medicines in store, To Cure all sorts of folks, both rich and poor. 1689-1689 W. Thackeray, J. Millet, and A. Milbourn

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A Country Farmer, as 'tis said, That had a pritty handsome Maid, He askt her a question secretly, To which she answered, by and by: And being kindly reconcil'd, The Farmer got his Maid with-Child. And after he had done the deed, His heart poor man did almost bleed; With inward grief and trembling fear, Doubting his Wife should of it hear: The Maid did likewise sigh and groan, And to her Master made great moan. Wherefore all dangers to prevent, Unto a poor young-man he went, Saying, ten pounds he would him give, And be a friend while he did live: So thou wilt finish up my st[r]ife, And take my Maid to be thy Wife. The young-man thus to him reply'd, Your suit to me must be deny'd, For I will neither Reap nor Mow The Bastard-seed that you did sow: Get a work-man where you can, quoth he, For I your Hireling will not be. The Farmer being thus den'd, Another practice he soon try'd; There was a Doctor he knew well
That three miles from his house did dwel Unto this Doctor he told all, That did of late to him befall. The Doctor answered him, and told, If you'l give me ten pounds in Gold, I'le teach you such a pritty trick, I'm sure you never heard the like: To save your Maid and you from blame, And your Wife shall yield unto the same To this the Farmer soon agreed, And down he laid ten pounds with speed, The Money pleas'd the Doctor well, Who straight his Money began to tell, Mark well what I shall say, quoth he, And learn this Counsel now of me. With speed run home and tell your wife, That you shall surely lose your life, By reason of a grievous pain, That in your belly doth remain: There is no way but you must dye, Unless you seek some remedy. Pray her with all the speed may be, To bring your Water unto me, And when she comes, let me alone, I'le shew such skill as ne'r was shown: Such stories to her i'le unfold, The like strange news was never told.
I Will perswade her 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 beguil'd, 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 and down my belly. Husband, quoth she, I can you tell, Of one that soon can make you well He cures, as Ide understand, All diseases that he takes in hand; And if you please to have it so, I'le to him with your Water go. Next morning with a good intent, The good-wife to the Doctor went; And shews to him her Husbands water, Now mark the jest that follows after: Cox-body, quoth the Doctor mild, Thy Husband surely is with-Child. The woman she was much amaz'd, And on the Doctor strangely gaz'd; Good Sir, in kindness now tell me, How such things in a Man may be? I will, quoth he, make you no doubt, And time at last will bring it out. When Luna last was in the Eclips, You with your Husband joyned Lips, Then Jupiter being wrapt in thunder, Turn'd 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 IIs there no means to save his life? I would not for a thousand pound. My husband he should fall toth' 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 tell how I his life may save, I'le give whatever you will have: No cost nor pains that I will spare, To save his life whom I love so dear: But first, quoth he, I'le have you swear, And also have a special care, To let no body know while you live, What Phisick he is to receive; She straightway bound it with an Oath, I'le keep your counsel by my troth. The Doctor's Potion of Physick. Then mark me well what's to be done, Each night 'bout setting of the Sun, His Supper then you must provide, Of Eggs, and some choice Meats beside: And for to strengthen his weak 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 besure 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 your Maid is brought to Bed, Your self must lye down in her stead; And because nothing must be known, Folks must believe the Child's your own Besure you take this course said he, And so your Husband eas'd shall be. The woman having heard this news, Ran home in haste, how could she chuse Where she did see her Husband lye, Like one just ready for to dye: 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 seem'd loath to do; But at the last yielded thereto. And as the Doctor did foretell, 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 eas'd, The Child at Nurse, and all are pleas'd 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; He'l give you Physick to your mind, So that your purses be well lin'd.
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