The dumb lady; or, No, no, not I; I'le answer. To the tune of, the doubtful virgin, or the new Borey, or Will you be a man of fashion. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02803 of text R227118 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2523). 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. 3 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 B02803 Wing D2523 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[83] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[111] 99887110 ocm99887110 183304 2264219416

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02803) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183304) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[83]; A5:2[95]) The dumb lady; or, No, no, not I; I'le answer. To the tune of, the doubtful virgin, or the new Borey, or Will you be a man of fashion. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksy [sic] at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [between 1682-1690] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Underneath a little mountain ..." Item at A5:2[95] imperfect: trimmed. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Sex -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The dumb lady; or, No, no, not I; I'le answer. To the tune of, the doubtful virgin, or the new Borey, or Will you be a man of fashion. anon 1690 1 473 2 0 0 0 0 0 42.28 D The rate of 42.28 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Dumb Lady ; Or , No , no , not I ; I 'le Answer . To the Tune of , the Doubtful Virgin , or the new Borey ; or Will you be a Man of Fashion . ;

UNderneath a little Mountain where I us'd my self to walk , By a pretty pleasant Fountain there I heard two Lovers talk ●ay ! said he my only Iewel , would you have your Lover dye , Can you be so fare and cruel no indeed quoth she not I , Why my dear my pretty Nancy , will you then torment my mind ? If poor Willy you can fancy ●hew your self him more kind . Or if you design my Ruine , I am willing for to dye But be short in my undoing Still she answered no not I. Why then pray will you torment me and take pleasure in my smart , When a kind look will content me will you frown to break my Heart , If it he my Nanny's Pleasure on my Sword I 'le freely die , Give the word my only Treasure Still she answered no not I.

Bid me live and I 'le endeavour , every way to gain your Love If this be to great a Favor , bid me from your eyes remove Deal with me as with a Creature as you please shall live or die Are you Mistress of ill Nature , Still she answered no not I. This indeed was more contenting , than what e're before she gave Tho it was not full consenting it encourag'd her Flame . Should I tempt to kiss my fair one would you say dispair and die , Say my Love my only dear one Still she answered no not I. Then he laid his Arms , about her she the Posture did Approve , He resolv'd no more to doubt her and by progress of his Love Gain'd such conquest streight upon her that at last they swain cry Will you yield the Fort of Honour Still she answered no not I. But their was so little distance and so yielding a defence That he found all her resistance was but only complesence , Now said he you must surrender if I force you will cry ? All she said fo : to defend her Was indeed my dear not I. Hard it was at the first Sally for to say which side would beat , Tho poor Willey oft did Rally he as often did retreat : But what most deserv'd my wonder Willey he for all his Art , Tho he kept your Nanny under was the first desir'd to part .

Printed for P. Brooksy at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner .