%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Forc'd Marriage. / Or, Unfortunate Celia. / When Old Fools do a Wooing go to those / Who are Young-girls, they Court their cruel foes, / The Old man sees he can't prevail with tongue, / But finds that young ones, love to sport with young: / He to the Virgins Parents makes redress, / And doth the number of his Bags express; / Which takes away her Fathers heart by stealth, / He weds her not to him, but to his Wealth. / VVhich being done, she loaths his weak embraces, / And throws herself on Ruinous Disgraces. Pope, Walter University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1670-1670 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/15/2016 34081

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R228214 1 Since Celia's my Foe. Since Celia's My Foe Since Celia's my Foe. TO what great distress / Without hopes of redress, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1198 The Forc'd Marriage. / Or, Unfortunate Celia. / When Old Fools do a Wooing go to those / Who are Young-girls, they Court their cruel foes, / The Old man sees he can't prevail with tongue, / But finds that young ones, love to sport with young: / He to the Virgins Parents makes redress, / And doth the number of his Bags express; / Which takes away her Fathers heart by stealth, / He weds her not to him, but to his Wealth. / VVhich being done, she loaths his weak embraces, / And throws herself on Ruinous Disgraces. The Forc’d Marriage. Or, Unfortunate Celia. When Old Fools do a Wooing go to those Who are Young-girls, they Court their cruel foes, The Old man sees he can’t prevail with tongue, But finds t[h]at young ones, love to sport with young: He to the Virgins Parents makes redress, And doth the number of his Bags express; which takes away her Fathers heart by stealth, He weds her not to him, but to his Wealth. Which being done, she loaths his weak embraces, And throws her self on Ruinous Disgraces. The Forced Marriage. / Or, Unfortunate Celia. / When Old Fools do a Wooing go to those / Who are Young girls, they Court their cruel foes, / The Old man sees he can't prevail with tongue, / But finds that young ones, love to sport with young: / He to the Virgin's Parents makes redress, And doth the number of his Bags express; Which takes away her Father's heart by stealth, He weds her not to him, but to his Wealth, Which being done, she loathes his weak embraces, And throws herself on Ruinous Disgraces. Pope, Walter 1670-1670 E. Oliver

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TO what great distress Without hopes of redress, I am brought without Thought of a better success. Poor Celia's undone, And all joys from her gone, By her Mate came ill fate, which poor she could not shun. My Parents unkind, And with wealth too much blind Made me marry, and miscarry, against my own mind. I lov'd one before, But they thought him too poor, They forc'd me, and divorc'd me from seeing h[i]m more.
I have now got a man I must love if I can, But I fear my first dear, I must love now and than. If I chance to transgress, As I shall you may guess, You may shame me, not blame me, for not loving him less. My Husband's a Sot, Deform'd, and what not, All Day He's at play, with his Nose o're a Pot. Whilst I sit at home, Like a poor silly Mome, Still crying, and dying, ti[l]l my dearest doth come.
WHen my fumbler's in bed, & has laid down his head, He lies with clos'd eyes, just though he was dead. Why should he repine, If I spend store of coyn, to assist whom I list, in my pleasures to joyn. My friends are all mad, If at this they grow sad, Why did they forbid, him that I would have had. 'Tis dangerous disease, A Young woman to displease, Ill matching is catching, and is seldom at ease. I care not who knows, Be they friends or false foes, i'le Delight, day and night, in spight of their Nose. My first Love has my heart, And from him i'le ne'r start, though I'm wed, Yet in bed, he shall have the best part.
If my father do chide, And his kindnesses hide, No anger nor danger my love shall divide. My mother does know, I have oft told her so, The old sot I lov'd not when he first came to wooe. 'Tis a thousand to one That before I have done, i'le deceive him, and leave him, to himself all alone. Ile venture the fame, Of a scandalous name, Before i'le give o're, to love one of the game. Ile be happy and poor, With the man I adore, Since fate makes me hate, the old Fop that hath sto[r]e. 'Twas the ignorant curse, Ot for better, for worse, Did me tye, till I die, to be true to his purse.
Ile venture my lot, And get free from my Sot, Young blood does me good, now my spirits are hot. Let Parents conclude, I behave myself rude, Their will to fulfil, did my reason delude. Let each pritty Maid, Who hath heard what i've said, take care and beware, lest by force she's betraid. Let Parents provide, For each daughter a Bride, That nothing Of loathing, their loves may divide.
FINIS. With Allowance, R. L'Estrange. By W.P. Printed for E. Oliver, at the Golden- Key on Snow-hill, neer the Sarazens-head.