Francis new jig, between Francis a Gentleman, and Richard a Farmer. To the tune of Walsingham.  
 Bess. 
AS I went to Walsingham, to the shrine with speed,  
Met I with a jolly Palmer, in a Pilgrim's weed.  
Now God you save you jolly Palmer.  Fran. 
Welcome Lady gay,  
Oft have I sued to thee for love.  B. 
Oft have I said you nay.  F. 
My love is fixed.  B. 
And so is mine, but not on you:  
For to my husband whilst I live, I will ever be true.  F. 
I'll give thee gold and rich array.  B. 
Which I shall buy too dear.  F. 
Nought shalt thou want: then say not nay.  B. 
nought would you make me I fear.  
What though you be a Gentleman, and have lands great store?  
I will be chaste do what you can, though I live ne'er so poor.  F. 
Thy beauty rare hath wounded me, and pierced heart.  B. 
Your foolish love doth trouble me, pray you Sir depart.  F. 
Then tell me sweet wilt thou consent unto my desire:  B. 
And if I should, then tell me sir, what is it you require?  F. 
For to enjoy thee as my love.  B. 
Sir you have a wife:  
Therefore let your suit have an end.  F. 
First will I lose my life.  
All that I have thou shalt command.  B. 
Then my l●●e you have.  F. 
Your weaning I well understand.  B. 
I yield to what you crave.  F. 
But tell me sweet when shall I enjoy my heart's delight.  B. 
I prithee sweet heart be not coy, even soon at night.  
 
My husband is rid ten miles from home, money to receive:  
In the evening see you come.  F. 
Till than I take my leave.  (Exit: B. 
Thus have I rid my hands full well of my amorous love,  
And my sweet husband will I tell, how he doth me move.  Enter Richard Bess' husband. To the tune of the jewish dance. Rich. 
hay down a down, hay down, a down a down,  
There is never a lusty Farmer, in all our town:  
That hath more cause, to lead a merry life,  
Then I that am married to an honest faithful wife.  B. 
I thank you gentle husband, you praise me to my face.  R. 
I cry thee mercy, Bessee, I knew thee not in place.  B. 
Believe me gentle husband, if you knew as much as I,  
The words that you have spoken, you quickly would deny:  
For since you went from home, A suitor I have had,  
Who is so far in love with me, that he is almost mad.  
he'll give me gold and silver store, and money for to spend,  
And I have promised him therefore, to be his loving friend.  R. 
Believe me, gentle wife, but this makes me to frown,  
There is no gentleman nor knight, nor Lord of high renown:  
That shall enjoy thy love, girl, though he were ne'er so good:  
Before he wrong my Besses so, I'll spend on him my blood.  
And therefore tell me who it is that doth desire thy love.  B. 
Our neighbour master Francis, that often did me move.  
To ●hom I gave consent, hi● mind for to fulfil,  
And promised him this night, that he should have his will:  
Nay do not frown, good Dicky, but hear me speak my mind:  
For thou shalt see I'll warrant thee, I'll use him in his kind.  
For unto thee I will be true, so long as I do live,  
I'll never change thee for a new, nor once my mind so give.  
Go you to mistress Francis, and this to her declare:  
And will her with all speed, to my house to repair:  
Where she and i'll devise some pretty knavish wile:  
For I have laid the plot, her husband to beguile.  
Make hast I pray and tarry not, for long he will not stay.  R. 
Fear not, i'll tell her such a tale, shall make her come away.  B. 
Now Bess bethink thee, what thou hast to do▪  
Thy lover will come presently, and hardly will he woe:  
I will teach my Gentleman, a trick that he may know,  
I am too crafty and too wise, to be over reached so:  
But here he comes now: not a word, but fall to work again.  she sows F. 
How now swéetheart, at work so hard▪  B. 
I sir, I must take pains.  F. 
But say, my lovely sweeting, thy promise wilt thou keep?  
Shall I enjoy thy love, this night with me to sleep?  B. 
My husband rid from home, here safely may you stay.  F. 
And I have made my wife believe, I rid another way.  B. 
Go in good sir, what ere betide, this night and lodge with me.  F. 
The happiest night that ever I had, thy friend still will I be.  Enter Mistress Francis with Richard. To the tune of Bugle Boe.  

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The Second part of Attowels new jig. To the tune of as I went to Walsingham.  W 
I Thank you neighbour Richard, for bringing me this news:  R. 
Nay, thank my wife that loves me so, and will not you abuse.  W. 
But see whereas she stands, and waiteth our return▪  R. 
You must go cool your husband's heat, that so in love doth burn.  B. 
Now Dicky welcome home, and Mistress welcome hither:  
Grieve not although you find your husband and I together.  
For you shall have your right, nor will I wrong you so:  
Then change apparel with me strait, and unto him do go.  W. 
For this your kind goodwill, a thousand thanks I give:  
And make account I will requite this kindness, if I live.  B. 
I hope it shall not need, Dick will not serve me so:  
I know he loves me not so ill, a ranging for to go.  R. 
No faith, my lovely Bess, first will I lose my life:  
Before I'll break my wedlock bonds, or seek to wrong my wife.  
Now thinks good Master Francis, he hath thee in his bed:  
And makes account he is grafting of horns upon my head.  
But softly stand aside, now shall we know his mind,  
And how he would have used thee, if thou hadst been so kind.  Enter Master Francis with his own wife, having a mask before her face, supposing her to be Bess. 

To the tune of go from my window.  F. 
Farewell my joy and hearts delight, till next we meet again:  
Thy kindness to requite, for lodging me all night, here's ten pound for thy pain:  
And more to show my love to thee, wear this ring for my sake.  W. 
Without your gold or fee you shall have more of me.  F. 
No doubt of that I make.  W. 
Then let your love continue still.  F. 
It shall till life doth end.  W. 
Your wife I greatly fear.  F. 
for her thou needst not care▪ so I remain thy friend.  W. 
But you'll suspect me without cause▪ that I am false to you:  
And then you'll cast me off, and make me but a scoff, since that I prove untrue.  F. 
Then never trust man for my sake, if I prove so unkind:  
So often have you sworn, sir, since that you were borne, and soon have changed your mind.  
Nor wife nor life, nor goods nor lands, shall make me leave my love,  
Nor any worldly treasure make me forego my pleasure, nor once my mind remove.  W. 
But soft a while, who is yonder? do you see my husband? out alas.  F. 
And yonder is my wife, now shall we have alive how cometh this to pass?  R. 
Come hither gentle Bess I charge thee do confess what makes Master Francis here.  B. 
Good husband pardon me, I'll tell the troth to thee.  R. 
Then speak and do not fear.  F. 
Nay, neighbour Richard hark to me, I'll tell the troth to you.  W. 
Nay tell it unto me, good sir, that I may see, what you have here to do.  
But you can make no excuse to colour this abuse, this wrong is too too great.  R. 
Good sir I take great scorn you should proffer me the horn  W. 
Now must I cool this heat.  F. 
Nay neighbour Richard be content, thou hast no wrong at all:  
Thy wife hath done thee right, and pleasured me this night.  F. 
This frets me to the gall.  
Good wife forgive me this offence, I do repent mine ill.  W. 
I thank you with mine heart, for playing this kind part, though sore against your will.  
Nay gentle husband frown not so, for you have made amends:  
I think it is good gain, to have ten pound for my pain: then let us both be friends.  F. 
Ashamed I am and know not what to say, good wife forgive this crime:  
Alas I do repent.  W. 
Tut I could be content, to be served so many a time.  F. 
Good neighbour Richard be content, i'll woe thy wife no more:  
I have enough of this.  W. 
Then all forgiven is, I thank thee Dick therefore.  
And to thy wife i'll give this gold, I hope you'll not say no:  
Since I have had the pleasure, let her enjoy the treasure.  F. 
Good wife let it be so.  B. 
I thank you gentle Mistress.  R. 
Faith & so do I. sir, learn your own wife to know:  
And shoot not in the dark, for fear you miss the mark.  B. 
He hath paid for this I trow.  
All women learn of me.  F. 
All men by me take heed how you a woman trust.  W. 
Nay women trust no men.  F. 
And if they do: how then?  W. 
there's few of them prove just.  
Farewell neighbour Richard, farewell honest Bess I hope we are all friends.  W. 
And if you stay at home, and use not thus to room▪ here all our quarrel ends.   
FINIS.  
George Attowell.   

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