A new dialogue between Alice & Betrice, as they met at the market one morning early. To the tune of Mopsaphil. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04560 of text R221422 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N617). 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 B04560 Wing N617 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[91] 99885289 ocm99885289 182244 2248537402

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04560) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182244) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[92]) A new dialogue between Alice & Betrice, as they met at the market one morning early. To the tune of Mopsaphil. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-glass on London-bridge., [London] : [between 1685-1688] Place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "Alice. Good neighbour whyd'ye look awry? you're grown a wondrous stranger ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A new dialogue between Alice & Betrice, as they met at the market one morning early. To the tune of Mopsaphil. This may be pritned, R.P. anon 1688 1 544 11 0 0 0 0 0 202.21 F The rate of 202.21 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 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
A New DIALOGUE between ALICE & BETRICE , As they met at the Market one Morning Early . To the Tune of Mopsaphil .

This may be Printed , R. P.

Alice . I. GOod Neighbour whyd'ye look awry ? you 're grown a wondrous Stranger You walk about , you Huff and Pout , as tho' you 'd burst with Anger ; If it s for that your Fortune's great ; or you so Wealthy are , Or else so High , there 's none so nigh , that with you can compare : But t'other day I heard one say , your Husband durst not shew his Ears , But like a Lout he walks about , so full of Sighs and Fears . Betrice , Good Mistress Tart , I care not a Fa — t for you nor all your Jeers . II. My Husband 's known for to be one that is most Chaste and Pure , And would be , continually , but for such Jades as you are : You smack , you smick , you wash you lick , you smirk , you swear , you grin , You nod , you wink , and in your Drink , you strive for to draw him in . Alice , You Lye you Punk , you 're almost Drunk , and now you Scold and m●ke a Strife , With running in the Score , and playing the Wh — you lead him a weary Life , Bet. Tell me so once again , you Dirty Quean , and I 'll pull you by the Coif . III. Go dress your Rats , those nasty Brats , that are always Sleep and Drowsie With Vermin spread , they 're almost dead , they 're kept so wondrous Lousie . Al. Pray hold you there , and do not Swear , yours are not half fo sweet , You feed them up with bit and sup , then give 'em a dirty Teat . Bet. My Girls and Boys , my only Joys , they 're better taught and fed than yours . Al. Tell me so once more , you dirty Wh — , and I 'll kick you out of doors Bet. 'T is a very good Jest , pray do your best , and Isaith I 'll quit the Scores . IV. Go , go you are a silly Bear , your Husband can't away with 't , A stinking Quean as e'er was seen , your Neighbours all will say it : A 〈◊〉 Trot , and good for naught , unless it be for that You 〈◊〉 a Spoon out of the Room , the last Christering you were at . Al. You lye you Wi — , you have got the Itch , the P●rish knows , you are not 〈◊〉 : 〈…〉 ws with ugly Paws , and I 'll fell you to the Ground : 〈…〉 my Hood , and shall make it good , if it cost me the ●orty Pound , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 your Course .

〈…〉 I. Blace , at the Looking glass on London-bridge .