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A Weaver Jealous of his Wife, like many, / Dream'd still of Horns, before the Fool had any, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1253 THE / Jealous WEAVER. / Who thought his Wife a Whore to be, / And to the Priest complain did he. THE Jealous WEAVER. Who thought his Wife a Whore to be, And to the Priest complain did he. THE Jealous WEAVER. Who thought his Wife a Whore to be, And to the Priest complain did he. ?-?

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A Weaver Jealous of his Wife, like many, Dreamd still of Horns, before the Fool had any, The Truth whereof, desirous for to know, Sought more Wayes out, than he had need to do; And to a Frie[r] he goes, entreats him fair, [T]o shrive his Wife, and ease him of his Care. The Holy Frier, that the Good-man might know, Whither his Wife were Honest, yea, or no, Tell him, that he himself should be the Frier, And shrive her in the point he did desire; Lends him forth with his Habit and his Hood, Instructs him in his Tone, and Holy Mood; With Accents grave, and Cadences Divine. He glad of this to end his Jealous Dreads, Rayd Frier-like, fell often to his Beads; And all things fit and private as was meet, The Weaver Frier thus his Wife doth greet. Sister draw near, let nothing now prevent, Confession is a blessed Instrument; To cast you down and raise you up again, Griev'd for your sin to ease you of your pain: Wherefore conceal not from an Holy Friar, An unchaste thought, or an unchaste desire. Grave Sir, replyd the poor afflicted Woman, I have done ill, and since I needs must summone; My Thoughts and Deeds, I pardon pray for either, I and a Young man once did ly together, And is that all? No, if you more enquire, I must confess, I once lay with a Fryar, And is this all? No, yet the more unholy, I and an Old man once committed folly; And is this all? Yes all. And doth it grieve you? Indeed it doth, Then GOD, and I forgive you;
Depart in peace, and so the silly hearted Grave Friar Weaver, from his Wife departed, With Post and Speed the Friar doth unlace, Gets to his Looms, and freets at his disgrace; His Wife that all this while did swell with laughter, First sets a modest look, then bits it after. When home she comes, at every Shutles throw, She sees her Husbands brains begin to crow; For as each hand he Shutle did deliver, A Young-man and an Old-man, quoth the Weaver, And to the Web still putting close the Combe, Cryd Friar, Friar, and so he bit her home. His Wife that sate demurely all the while, And hardly yet could speake a Word but Smile, Broke silence thus, pray Husband what do you mean? Troth I am a Cuckold Wife, and thourt a Quean, And could no less then three serve thy desire, A Young man, and an Old-man, and a Frier? I'm glade I know it, Ile have a trick shall coole you, Husband there needs none, jealousie doth fool you. Were you not Young? are you not Older grown? And were you not a Friar, if all were known? If I did then confess, and you did Shrive me, I lay with no man else you may be believe; Wherefore good Husband cease now to enquire, You were the Young man, the Old man, and a Friar. If it be so, then let our strife be done, I was a Friar indeed, be thou a Nun. I'le pardon thee, what then canst thou do less? Then pardon me, since I my fault confess?
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