A dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick the former a country-man, the other a citizen. Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State, at Drapers-Hall in London, March 28. 1660. (To the tune of I'le never love thee more.) This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A87358 of text R211745 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.24[49]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A87358 Wing J1026 Wing D1359 Thomason 669.f.24[49] ESTC R211745 99870450 99870450 163780 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A87358) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163780) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f24[49]) A dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick the former a country-man, the other a citizen. Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State, at Drapers-Hall in London, March 28. 1660. (To the tune of I'le never love thee more.) Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?, attributed name. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1660] Attributed to Thomas Jordan. Verse - "Now would I give my life to see". Imprint from Wing. Annotation on Thomason copy: "March 30 1660". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Political ballads and songs -- England -- 17th century. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. A87358 R211745 (Thomason 669.f.24[49]). civilwar no A dialogue betwixt Tom and Dick the former a country-man, the other a citizen. Presented to his Excellency and the Council of State, at Drap [Jordan, Thomas] 1660 1092 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-09 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Elspeth Healey Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Elspeth Healey Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A DIALOGUE Betwixt TOM AND DICK The former a COVNTRY-MAN , The other a CITIZEN , Presented to his EXCELLENCY and the COUNCIL of STATE , at DRAPERS-Hall in LONDON , March 28. 1660. ( To the Tune of I 'le never love thee more . ) Tom. NOW would I give my life to see , This wondrous Man of might . Dick . Dost see that Jolly Lad ? That 's he ; I 'le warrant him he 's right . There 's a true Trojan in his Face : Observe him o're and o're . Dick . Chorus . Come Tom ; If ever GEORGE be base , Ne're trust good-fellow more . He 's none of that Phantastique Brood , That murther , while they pray : That trusse , and cheat us , for our good ; ( All , in a Godly way , ) He drinkes no Bloud , and they no Sack into their gutts will poure . Chorus . But if GEORGE does not do the knack . Ne're trust good-fellow more . His quiet Conscience needs no guard ; He 's brave , but full of pitty . Tom. Yet , by your leave , he knock'd so hard , H'adlike t' awak'd the City . Dick . Foole , 'T was the Rump that let a Fart , The Chaynes and Gates it tore . Chorus . But if GEORGE beares not a true heart , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. Your City-blades are cunning Rookes ; How rarely you collogue him ? But when your Gates flew off the Hookes , You did as much be-rogue him . Dick . Pug'h . — 'T was the Rump did onely Feele , The blowes the City bore . Chorus . But if GEORGE be'nt as true as Steele , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Dick . Come , by this Hand , we 'll crack a quare , Thou'll pledge his health , I trow . Tom. Tope boy , Dick — A lusty dish my heart , Away w'ot ; Tom. — Let it go . Drench me you slave in a full Bowle , I 'll take 't , an' t were a score . Dick . Chorus . Nay , if GEORGE be'nt a hearty Soule , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. But heark you , Sirrah , we 're to loud , He 'll hang us , by , and by . Dick . Me'thinks , he should be vengeance proud ? No more then thee , or I. Tom. Why then I 'le give him the best Blade , That ere the Bilbo wore , Dick . Chorus . If GEORGE prove not a Bonny Lad , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. 'T was well he came , we 'd mawll'd the Tayle ; — We 've all throwne up our Farmes . And from the Musket , to the Flayle , Put all our men in Armes . The Girles had ta'ne the Members down , Ne're saw such things before . Dick . If GEORGE speak not the Town our owne , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Dick . But prethee , are the Folke so mad ? Tom. — So mad , say'st ; — The 're undone , There 's not a penny to be had ; And ev'ry Mothers Sonne Must fight , if he intend to eate , Grow valliant , now he is poore . Dick . Chorus . Come — yet if GEORGE don't do the feate , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. — Why Richard , 't is a Devilish thing , We 're not left worth a groate . My Doll , has sold her wedding-ring , And Su has pawnd her Coate . The Sniv'ling Rogues abus'd our Squire , And call'd our Mistresse Whore . Dick . Chorus . Yet — If GEORGE don't what we desire , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom : — By this good day ; I did but speak ; They took my Py-ball'd Mare ; And put the Carri'on Wench to th' squeak : ( Things go against the Hair ) . Our Prick-ear'd Cor'nell looks as bigg Still , as he did before . Ric. Chorus . And yet if GEORGE don't humme his Gigg , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . 'Faith , Tom : our Case is much at one ; We 're broke for want of Trade ; Our City 's baffled , and undone , Betwixt the Rump , and Blade . We 've emptied both our Veines and Baggs , Upon a Factious Score . Chorus . If GEORGE Compassion not our Raggs , Ne're trust Good-fellow more Tom. But what doest think should be the Cause , Whence all these Mischiefs spring ? Ric. Our damned breach of Oaths and Lawes ; Our Murther of the King . We have bin Slaves since CHARLES his Reign , We liv'd like Lords before . Chorus . If GEORGE don't set all right again , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Tom. Our Vicar — ( And hee 's one that knows ) Told me once , — I know what : — ( And yet the Thief is woundy Close ) Ric. 'T is all the better ; — That . H'as too much Honesty and Witt , To let his Tongue runne o're : Chorus . If this prove not a lucky hitt , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . Shall's ask him , what he means to doe ? Tom. — ' Good faith , with all my heart ; Thou mak'st the better Leg o' th' Two : Take thou the better part . I 'le follow , if thou 't leade the Van . Ric. Content ; — I 'll march before . Chorus . If GEORGE prove not a Gallant man , Ne're trust Good-fellow more . My Lord : — in us the Nation craves But what you 're bound to do . Tom. — We have liv'd Drudges : Ric. — And We Slaves ; Both . We would not die so too . Chorus . Restore us but our Lawes agen ; Th' unborn shall thee adore : If GEORGE denies us his Amen ; Ne're trust Good-fellow more .