%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Mars and Venus: / OR, / The Amorous Combatants. / Mars strives for to give Venus Castle the rout, / But she most valiantly did beat him out; / He lost the day for all he was three to one, / He could not stay, his powder all was gone: / And furthermore he got a sore mischance, / To save some Balls he spoiled his best Lance; / She bids him come as often as he will, / For all his force, she can resist him still. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/19/2016 35324

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R31205 ABroad of late as I was walking, / in the Fields to take the ayr, Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 124 Mars and Venus: / OR, / The Amorous Combatants. / Mars strives for to give Venus Castle the rout, / But she most valiantly did beat him out; / He lost the day for all he was three to one, / He could not stay, his powder all was gone: / And furthermore he got a sore mischance, / To save some Balls he spoiled his best Lance; / She bids him come as often as he will, / For all his force, she can resist him still. Mars and Venus: OR, The Amorous Combatants. Mars strives for to give Venus' Castle the rout, But she most valiantly did beat him out; He lost the day for all he was three to one, He could not stay, his powder all was gone: And furthermore he got a sore mischance, To save some Balls he spoiled his best Lance; She bids him come as often as he will, For all his force, she can resist him still. ?-? J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackera[y] / and T. Passenger.

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ABroad of late as I was walking, in the Fields to take the ayr, Mars and Venus there was talking, in a pleasant shady Bower. I stept close and sat down by them, They little thought I had been so nigh them, for to understand the matter, Whereunto they fram'd their talk, Mars vapoured thus as he did walk. Says Mars I am the God of Battle, and chief General of the Field; I long to hear the Cannons rattle, I am arm'd with Lance, Spear & Shield
I set forth with strong invasions, I conquer Castles, Towns, and Nations, there's no Champion dare resist me, I conquer all where e're I go, In spight of him that dare say no. But hark you Mars, methinks you vapour, ther's one Castle you ne'r won; The Mistris of it ne'r drew Rapier, and in it there's never a Gun: Yet I dare lay both marks & pounds on 't that if e're you come within the bounds on 't e're you come off, you'l lose men there; And be forc'd for to retreat, And it's ten to one but you'l be beat.
IN truth (said Mars) could I but spy it, I will venter there to fight; That same Castle if e're I come nigh it, I will storm it by day or by night: Tell me therefore where it standeth, And the names the which it commandeth, that same Castle which you treat on, And I will thank you for your pains, And be sure of this i'le make you amends. It's Coney-hall, neer Navil-court, it's at the Fort of Belly-hill; Near Blew-hole-lane you may resort to 't or Bum-alley whether you will. Through Placket-entry there is the way to 't In the low-country there you may go to 't Venus she's the Mistris of it, And was never conquer'd by War, Although there be no fence but hair. Up to this Castle Mars drew his Army, and Bum-alley up did block; He was clad in gallant Armor, she her own field fill'd with her smock, He laid such a close siege round about it, that there was none could come in or out it this call'd Venus to a parly, And to Mars away she went, Desiring for to know his intent. Says Mars I am come to win this Castle, and i'le take it before I go,
Says Venus it's in vain to wrastle, you cannot enter it as a Foe: You must beat a Larum on my belly, A point of War a Troopers rally, Tat too, Tat too, we march awoy boys Tick Track is a gallant sport, And on these terms i'le yield the Fort. Up to this Castle Mars he ventured, and in it he thrust his Lance; But he repented that he had ventured, for his Weapon got a mischance: And straightway it fell sick upon it, And in Coney-hall was forced to vomit, that caus'd Venus to be angry, And out o' th door she did him kick, And was not that an uncivil trick? Says Mars I am by a woman foiled, I will never come there anymore, I fear my Lance that she hath spoiled, when she kickt me out o' th door: Farewel Venus, farewel Coney-hall, Farewel Bum-alley, adieu to you all, I will ne'r come there anymore boys, Except that she had prov'd more true, And so I bid you all adieu.
FINIS: Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackera[y,] and T. Passenger.