The scolding wife to a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06051 of text R227364 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S934). 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 B06051 Wing S934 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[78] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[407] 99887285 ocm99887285 183529 2264218056

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06051) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183529) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[78]; A5:2[320]) The scolding wife to a pleasant new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [between 1670-1696] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "There was young-man for lucre of gain ..." Item at A5:2[320] trimmed. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Scolds -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The scolding wife to a pleasant new tune. anon 1696 1 540 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-04 Sampled and proofread 2009-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Scolding WIFE To a pleasant new Tune .

THere was young-man for lucre of gain , He lov'd a Widow well , His Friends did tell him often and plain , in scolding she did excel . Why that is no matter , quoth he , so I may have her Bags of Gold , let her not spare to Brawl and Scold , For I 'll be as merry as merry may be . This Woodcock wedded his hearts desire ; a Widow with Money enough ; They was-not so soon out of the Quire e'er she begun to snuff ; Methink you be very fine , you can no quicker get you hence , without such large and great expence , Of sugared Sops and musick to dine . They was not all at supper set , or at the board sate down , E'er she began to brawl and scold , and call'd him a peaking Clown : That nothing he could doe that was pleasing in her sight ; but still she scolded day and night , Which made this merry man's heart full of woe .

If he had provided any good cheer for him and her alone , Then she wou'd a said , with words more hot , you might a done this of your own . If sparingly he will be , then she would have said with words more hot I will not be pinch'd of what I brought , But of mine own I will be free . That nothing he could doe That was pleasing in his sight , But still she scolded day and night , Which made this merry man's hearts full of woe . O God in his Prayer he did beseech To take his Life away , A hundred times he curst The Priest , the Clerk , the Sexton too , And tongue that did the Widow woe , And legs that brought him first . It fell out upon a day that with his friends he did devise to brake her of her scolding guise , And what they did they shall be weary : They got and ty'd her Arms She could not them undoe , And many other pretty Charms they used her unto , Her Petticoat was rent and torn , Vpon her Back they did put on , They tore her Smock sleeves all along , As if a Bedlam she had been born ; Her hair about her head they shook , All with a bramble Bush . They ring her Arms in every crook Till out the blood did gush , And with an Iron Chain Fast by the Leg he did her tye , There within an old dark House by : So soon he went away again , And with a Countenance so sad , He did his Neighbours call : Quoth he , my Wife is Mad , She doth so rave and brawl : Help Neighbours all therefore , To see if that you can reclaim My Wife into her Wits again For she is troubled wondrous sore . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner .