A dialogue between Bowman the Tory, and Prance the runagado a new song. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A35870 of text R171767 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D1304). 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. 4 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 A35870 Wing D1304 ESTC R171767 11774586 ocm 11774586 48923 2240872492

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A35870) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 48923) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 488:14) A dialogue between Bowman the Tory, and Prance the runagado a new song. 1 sheet : music ; 30 cm. Printed for J. Dean, [London] : 1684. Broadside. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century eebo A dialogue between Bowman the Tory, and Prance the Runagado. A new song. [no entry] 1684 1 553 2 0 0 10 0 0 1844.48 F The rate of 1844.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-06 Sampled and proofread 2006-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Dialogue between Bowman the TORY , AND PRANCE the Runagado . A New SONG .

Bowman . COme murthering Miles , where 's your Sedan ? Or where 's the Man you had it from ? Which you carryed Godfrey in , with Ropes about your Necks Boys ? Nay , where is Mr. Howse's Horse , Which had been Sold at Penticost , On which thou swore the Corps rid Post , above two years before Boys ? Prance . By all the Gods that I adore , Mahomet , and what e're I Swore , I never saw since , nor before , that Godfrey which was Murther'd : For Moneys I did Swear and Lye , To give the PLOT a deeper Dye , Old Tory promis'd to stand by , and see our Matters order'd . Bowman . That Water-Witch it was his Spell , That Froze up Styx , the way to Hell , The Thames , the Seas , and every Cell , just to the Gates of Pluto : The Hellespont was Frozen o're , To both the Axills , Sea , and Shore , That the world might ne'r have motion more to save the Whiggs as you do . Bowman . Your Hambden now is Guilty found , 'T will cost him Forty Thousand Pound , Pox ! Money 's but an empty Sound , when Knaves deserves to swing Prance , Had Forty pound been offered there , To all that would come in and Swear , He would have faln to Ketches share , to teach him Tyburn-string Dance . Prance . Sounds the Lords out of the Tower , In spight of all our Perjur'd Power , Damn'd Oats and I are scarce secure , all our Intreagues do Falter : Out of the Tower without an Oats , To give Advice , or Rump of Votes , 'Zblood , we must cut our own Throats , to keep out of the Halter . Prance . Nay , that which plagues me worst of all , They kickt me out of Gold-Smiths-Hall , And swear that I disgrace them all , one Cursed Tory Scratcht me ; In every place where e're I come ▪ Like Sheep from Woolfs from me Folks run , Three times a day I am Drunk alone , for fear Old Nick should fetch me . Bowman . Well Prance , now look but five years back , How many Necks thy Tongue made Crack , It 's time for thine to go to wrack , for Perjury and Treason : Since thou abhorr'st both Cross and Mass , Thou may'st pull down thy Sign o' th Cross , And Hang thy self at the same Post , it is but Right and Reason . Prance . I 'le first see Rutland , Kenge and Thee , Hang'd up for Tory Loyalty , I 'de be both Hang'd and Damn'd to see , with Towzer in the Number , After I would not live to Dine , But down-right Drunk with Brandy Wine , Straight into th' Sea with Herd of Swine , for Circumstance I am under .

Printed for J. Dean , in Cranborn-street , 〈◊〉 New●●●t-House , in Leicester-Fields : 1684.