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R227495 1 The Languishing Swain He That Loves Best Must Suffer Most The Languishing Swain YOung marry'd Women, pray attend / To these few lines which I have penn'd, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 309 The Woman's Victory: / OR, / The Conceited Cuckold cudgel'd into good Qualities, / By his fair and vertuous Wife. The Woman’s Victory: OR, The Conceited Cuckold cudgel’d into good Qualities, By his fair and vertuous Wife. The Woman's Victory: OR, The Conceited Cuckold cudgeled into good Qualities, By his fair and virtuous Wife. ?-? J. Deacon

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YOung marry'd Women, pray attend To these few lines which I have penn'd, So will you clearly understand, How I obtain'd the upper-hand, Of my harsh Husband, most unkind, Who was to cruelty enclin'd, As by the sequel you shall hear, No Mortal e're was so severe.
My birth and education shows, I was not qualify'd for blows; Yet I so many did receive, That night and day my soul did grieve. My Parents had no Child but I, Therefore their care continually, Was still to have me marry'd well; Yet under Fortune's frowns I fell.
A wretched Miser marry'd me, Whose age was threescore years and three, And I no more than seventeen; Would I his face had never seen. Before we long had marry'd been, This aged Miser did begin To have some jealous thoughts of me, And then began my misery. When I abroad with him did go, Perhaps to see a Friend, or so, If any Man saluted me, It strait encreas'd his jealousie. And then at night when we come home, He would with rage and fury foam, Nay, likewise kick and spurn me too, While my poor limbs were black and blew. I wonder'd at the cause of this, Or what he found so far amiss, Which should create such hateful strife, For I was weary of my life. At length I found the mischief bred Within his aged jealous head, And thereupon I found a way, His rage and malice to allay. Soon after this, we went one night To reap the pleasures of delight, Among some Friends in merriment, The which did cause much discontent. A Squire drank a glass to me, I pledg'd the Youth in modesty, Thinking no harm, yet ne'ertheless, He did my sides and shoulders dress.
His bitter blows I could not bear, Therefore next morning, I declare, Wile he was sleeping fast in bed, I with a ladle broke his head. With that he starts and stares about, I stood couragious, fierce and stout, Crying, I'll never be your Slave; With that another bang I gave. He with a cudgel run at me, I took a club as well as he, Crying, I am resolv'd to try Who shall be Master you or I. I gave him not a minute's rest, But round the room the Rogue I drest, At length I brought him to his knees, Henceforth I'll never you displease. This was his cry, still o're and o're: Quoth I, Will you be jealous more? No, no, I wont, sweet loving Wife, If thou'lt be pleas'd to spare my life. Pray keep your word, I then reply'd, Or else, adsfoot, I'll thrash your hide; You must not think that I'll be fool'd, Or in the least be over-rul'd. Thus I my Husband did subdue, I'faith I made him buckle too, Now ever since the truth to tell, With him I live exceeding well. He never offers now to fight, But calls me love and hearts delight; Thus, loving Neighbours, you may see, I cur'd him of his jealousie.
London: Printed for J. Deacon, at the sign of the Angel, in Guilt-spur-Street.