A dainty new Dialogue between HENRY and ELIZABETH. Being the good Wife's Vindication, and the bad Husband's Reformation.  
This new composed gallant Ditty, is to be sung in Town and City.  

This Ballad is both comprised and penned  
To teach bad Husbands how their lives to mend:  
All you good Wives, the which bad Husbands have,  
For your own good, let me this favour crave,  
One Penny on this Ditty to bestow,  
And carry it to your Husbands for to show;  
It may in time make you twice over glad,  
When as you see him good that was so bad.   
The Tune is, The Tyrant.  
 
 Bess. 
COme hither sweet Husband  
and listen to me,  
Thou knowst I have always  
been faithful to thee;  
A noble mind to thee,  
I ever did carry,  
Since first I came acquainted  
with my loving Harry:  
Moreover thou knowst,  
I loved of my life,  
To keep thee alive,  
since thou mad'st me thy Wife.  Harry. 
Me thinks Bess your tongue runs  
a little too large,  
That you should lay such  
bitter things to my charge;  
As to say that my life,  
you did preserve and save,  
Or else I had been dead,  
and so laid in my grave;  
Pray tell me the reason,  
why you did say so,  
That people may hear it,  
before we do go.  Bess. 
Then in the first place,  
I will tell thee my mind;  
To me and my Children,  
thou hast been unkind:  
And what should have served us.  
at home to maintain,  
Thou hast in the Alehouse  
wasted in vain:  
Amongst merry fellows,  
and such as thou art,  
Whilst I sat at home  
with a sorrowful heart,  Harry. 
Why, this of a truth Bess  
is far and near known,  
I never spént any man's  
Goods, but mine own;  
Nor are they alive,  
that of me can say,  
That I have took from them  
one penny away:  
I never did stranger,  
nor neighbour no wrong,  
With thought of my heart,  
or with word of my tongue.  Bess. 
In spending thy own Goods,  
thou also spendest mine,  
Which has done much injury  
to thee and mine;  
Thou hast pawned our best clothes  
when thou money didst lack,  
The Cloak from thy shoulders,  
and the Gown from my back:  
Thou hast spent all thy money  
thou getst, in excess,  
In Dicing and Drabbing,  
and foul Drunkenness.  Harry. 
Indeed it is true, I have  
sometimes been drunk,  
Amongst honest good fellows,  
but I never loved Punk  
Though my credit be cracked,  
and my Garments be poor,  
It came not with spending  
my means on a Whore:  
Therefore speak the best,  
and the worst that you can,  
I have been, and will be  
a true honest man.  Bess. 
WHen as in the Counter  
for Dept thou didst lie,  
Thy friends all forsaken thee,  
save only I;  
Thou knowst I took pains,  
and did every day strive,  
To comfort my Harry,  
and keep him alive:  
And now let the world judge  
between you and me,  
If I was not faithful  
and honest to thee.  Harry. 
Why now loving Wife,  
I am forced to confess,  
When I was in prison,  
in woe and distress;  
Thou didst work to maintain me  
like a true hearted Wife,  
Thou wroughtst my redemption  
and so saved my life:  
And now demand of me  
what ever thou will,  
I'll do my endeavour,  
thy mind to fulfil.  Bess. 
Then thus I would have thee,  
where ever you be,  
Remember your Children,  
and think upon me;  
Look well to thy business,  
take heed what you spend,  
And have a care how you  
do borrow or lend:  
At no time be idle,  
but follow thy labour,  
And so thou shalt see,  
God will bless thy endeavour.  Harry. 
Thy counsel is good wife,  
a course I will take,  
All kind of good fellowship  
quite to forsake;  
If I by chance peep in  
at the Alehouse door,  
When I have spent two pence,  
I will spend no more:  
I know this, that alewives  
like Bees will suck honey;  
But they shall henceforth have  
but little of my money.  Bess. 
Keep promise sweet Harry,  
and see to thyself,  
When poor men spend all,  
alewives get the more wealth:  
But if all good fellows,  
will be ruled by me,  
Some alewives should not go  
so fine as they be:  
They should work for their livings,  
as other folks do,  
Both knit, sow, and spin,  
and do other things too.  Harry. 
Indeed some proud Hoastesses  
wears Gay gold Rings,  
Their Gowns laced with silver,  
and other rare things;  
Whilst honest pain-takers  
do travel about,  
With the knees of their breeches  
and elbows worn out:  
But to conclude, Betty,  
to make thee amends.  
I'll be a good Husband,  
let's kiss and be friends