A pleasant new ballad you here may behold, how the devill, though subtle, was guld by a scold To the tune of, The seminary priest. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03200 of text S114848 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1332). 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. 6 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 2018 A03200 STC 1332 ESTC S114848 99850071 99850071 15255 2240858578

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A03200) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 15255) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 871:16) A pleasant new ballad you here may behold, how the devill, though subtle, was guld by a scold To the tune of, The seminary priest. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. For Henry Gosson dwelling upon London-Bridge neare to the Gate, Printed at London : [ca. 1635] Verse - "Give eare, my loving countrey-men,". Publication date conjectured by STC. In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A pleasant new ballad you here may behold, how the devill, though subtle, was guld by a scold. To the tune of, The seminary priest. [no entry] 1635 2 1057 5 0 0 0 0 0 47.3 D The rate of 47.3 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2005-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-01 Sampled and proofread 2006-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A Pleasant new Ballad you here may behold , How the Devill , though subde , was guld by a Scold . To the tune of , The Seminary Priest .

GIve eare , my loving Countrey-men , that still desire newes , Nor passe not while you heare it sung , or also the song peruse . For ere you heare it , I must tell my newes , it is not common , But , I le unfold a trueth betwixt a Devill and a woman . Tom Thumb is not my subiect , Whom Fairies oft did aide , Nor that mad spirit Robin that plagues both wife and maid , Nor is my song satyricke like , invented against no man , But onely of a pranke betwixt a Devill and a woman . Then widdowes , wives and maids , give eare as well as men , And by this woman learne to gull the world agen : You may by this turne artists , or masters of your Art , And when the Devill comes for you , you need not cars a fart . A woman well in yeares , liv'd with a husband kinde , Who had a great desits to live content in minde . But t was a thing unpossible to compasse his desire , For night and day with scolding she did her husband tire . With toughish , lowtish clowne , despight thee I le be wilde , Doast thou think I marryed thee to use thee like a childe , And set thee on my lap , or humour what your speake ? Before I le be so fond , thy very heart I le breake . Why loving wife , quoth he , I le never doe thee wrong , So thou l't be rul'd by me , and onely hold thy tongue , And when I come from worke . wilt please at bord and bed . Doe this my loving wife , and take all being dead . Marke well quoth she , my words , what ere you speak me to , By faire meanes or by foule , the contrary I le doe . According to her speech , this man led such a life , That oft he wish't the Devill to come and fetch his wife . Had he bid her goe homely , why then she would goe brave , Had he'cal'd her good wise . she cal'd him rogue and slave : Bade he , wife goe to Church , and take the fairest pew , Shee 'd goe unto an Alehouse , and drinke , lye downe and spew . The Devill being merry with laughing at this mirth , Would needs from hell come trotting to fetch her from the earth , And coming like a horse , to tell this man his minde , Saying , Set her but astride my backe , I le ●●rry her through the winde .
The second part , To the same tune .

KInde Devill quoth the man , if thou a while wilt wait , I le bid her doe that thing shall make her backe thee straight . And here I le make a vow , for all she is my wife , I le never send for her againe whilest I have breath or life . Content the Devill cry'd , then to his wife goes he , Good wife goe leade that horse so black and fair you see . Goe lea●e , sir knave , quoth she ? and wherefore not goe ride ? She took the Devill by the reines , and up she goes affride . The Devill neighed lowd , and threw his heeles i' th ayre , Kick in the Devills name , quoth she , a shrew doth never fear . Away to hell he went . with this most wicked scold , But she did curbe him with the bit , and would not loose her hold . The more he cry'd , Give way , the more she kept him in , And kicke him so with both her heeles , that both his sl●es were thin . Alight the Devill cry'd , and quicke the bridle loose . No , I will ride ( quoth she ) whiles thou hast breath or shooes . Againe she kickt and prickt , and sate so stiffe and well , The Devill was not so plagu'd , a hundred yeares in hell . For pitty light ( quoth he ) thou put'st me to much paine , I will not light ( quoth she ) till I come home againe . The Devill shew'd her all the paines within that place , And told her that they were ordain'd for Scolds so base . Being bereft of breath , for scolding t is my due , But whilest I live on earth , I le be reveng'd on you . Then did she draw her knife , and gave his eare a slit , The Devill never felt the like from mortall yet . So fearing further danger , he to his heeles did take , And faster th●n he came , he poast hast home did make . Here take her ( quoth the Devill ) to keep her here be bold , For hell will not be troubled with such an earthly scold . When I come home , I may to all my fellowes tell , I lost my labour and my bloud , to bring a scold to hell . The man halfe dead did stand , away the Devill byde . Then since the world nor hell can well a scold abide : To make a saile of ships let husbands fall to worke , And give their free consent● to send them to the Turke . Then honest wives and maides , and widdowes of each sort , Might live in peace and rest , and Silence keep her court . Nor would I have a scold one penny here bestow , But honest men and wives buy these before you goe . FINIS .

Printed at London for Henry Gosson dwelling upon London-Bridge neare to the Gate .