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R221274 1 Flying Fame, &c. Chevy Chase Flying Fame, etc. IN Bath a wanton wife did dwell, / as Chaucer he doth write; British Library - Bagford Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 45 1: 46 The Wanton Wife of Bath. The Wanton Wife of Bath. Printer W.O. ?-? W.O.

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IN Bath a wanton wife did dwell, as Chaucer he doth write; Who did in pleasure spend her days, in many fond delight; Upon a time sore sick she was, and at the length did dye, Her soul at last to heaven's gate, did knock most mightily. Then Adam came unto the gate, Who knocketh there? quoth he. I am the Wife of Bath, she said, and fain would come to thee. Thou art a sinner, Adam said, and here no place shall have. Alas, for you good Sir, she said, now gip you doting knave; I will come in, in spight, she said, of all such churles as thee; Thou wert the causer of our woe, and our pain misery:
And first broke God's commandments, in pleasure of thy wife. When Adam heard her tell this tale, he ran away for life. Then down came Jacob at the gate, and bids her pack to hell. Thou false deceiver, why, said she, thou maist be there as well; For thou deceiv'dst thy father dear, and thine own brother too. Away went Jacob presently, and made no more ado. She knocks again with might and main and Lot he chides her straight: Why then, quoth she, thou drunken ass, who bids thee here to wait? With thy two daughters thou didst lye, on them two bastards got; And thus most tauntingly she chast against poor silly Lot. Who knocks there, quoth Judith then, with such shrill sounding notes? Alas, fine minks you cannot hear, quoth she, for cutting throats. Good Lord, how Judith blusht for shame, when she heard her say so. King David hearing of the same, he to the gate did go, Quod David, Who knocks there so loud, and maketh all this strife?
You were more kind, good Sir, she said, unto Uriahs wife; And when thou causedst thy servant in battel to be slain, Thou caused then more strife then I, who would come here so fain. The woman's mad, said Solomon, that thus doth taunt a King. Not half so mad as you, she said, I know in many a thing; Thou hadst seven hundred wives at once, for whom thou didst provide, For all this, three hundred whores thou didst maintain beside; And those made thee forsake thy God, and worship stocks and stones, Besides the charge they put thee to in breeding of young bones; Hadst thou not been besides thy wits, thou wouldst not have ventured; And therefore I do marvel much, how thou this place have enter'd. I never heard, quoth Jonas then, so vile a scold as this. Thou whorson runaway, quoth she, thou diddest more amiss. I think, quod Thomas, womens tongues of aspen-leaves are made. Thou unbelieving wretch, quoth she, all is not true that's said. When Mary Magdalen heard then, she came unto the gate, Quoth she, Good woman you must think upon your former state; No sinner enters in this place, quoth Mary Magdalen, then 'Twere ill for you fair mistress mine, she answered her again. You for your honesty, quoth she, should once been stoned to death, Had not our Saviour Christ come by, and written on the earth, It was not your occupation, you are become divine; I hope my soul in Christ's Passion shall be as safe as thine. Then rose the good Apostle Paul, unto this wife he said,
Except thou shake thy sins away, thou here shalt be denied. Remember Paul what thou hast done; although a lewd desire; How thou didst persecute God's Church, with wrath as hot as fire. Then up starts Peter at the last, and to the gate he highs, Fond fool, quoth he, knock not so fast, thou weariest Christ with cries. Peter, said she, content thyself, for mercy may be won; I never did deny my Christ, as thou thyself hast done. When as our Saviour Christ heard this, with heavenly Angels bright, He comes unto this sinful soul, who trembled at his sight: Of him for mercy she did crave, quoth he, Thou hast refused My proffer, grace, and mercy both, and much my name abused. Sore have I sinned, O Lord, she said, and spent my time in vain, But bring me like a wandring sheep into thy flock again: O Lord my God, I will amend my former wicked vice: The thief at these poor silly words, past into paradise. My laws and my commandments, saith Christ, were known to thee, But of the same in any wise, nor yet one word did ye. I grant the same, O Lord, quoth she most lewdly did I live, But yet the loving father did his prodigal son forgive. So I forgive thy soul, he said, through thy repenting cry, Come therefore into my joy, I will not thee deny.
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