The woman's victory: or, The conceited cuckold cudgel'd into good qualities, by his fair and vertuous wife. To the tune of, The languishing swain, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06687 of text R227495 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W3325). 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 B06687 Wing W3325 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[157] 99887363 ocm99887363 182074 2248541372

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06687) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182074) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[157]) The woman's victory: or, The conceited cuckold cudgel'd into good qualities, by his fair and vertuous wife. To the tune of, The languishing swain, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J[onah]. Deacon, at the sign of the Angel, in Guilt-spur-street., London: : [between 1684-1695] Verse: "Young marry'd women, pray attend ..." Publication date and Publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The woman's victory: or, The conceited cuckold cudgel'd into good qualities, by his fair and vertuous wife. To the tune of, The languishing swain, &c. anon 1695 1 662 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Woman's Victory : OR , The Conceited Cuckold cudgel'd into good Qualities , By his fair and vertuous Wife . To the Tune of , The Languishing Swain , &c.

YOung marry'd Women , pray attend To these few lines which I have penn'd , So will you clearly understand , How I obtain'd the upper-hand , Of my harsh Husband , most unkind , Who was to cruelty enclin'd , As by the sequel you shall hear , No Mortal e're was so severe . My birth and education shows , I was not qualify'd for blows ; Yet I so many did receive , That night and day my soul did grieve . My Parents had no Child but I , Therefore their care continually , Was still to have me marry'd well ; Yet under Fortune's frowns I fell . A wretched Miser marry'd me , Whose age was threefore years and three , And I no more than seventeen ; Would I his face had never seen . Before we long had marry'd been , This aged Miser did begin To have some jealous thoughts of me , And then began my misery . When I abroad with him did go , Perhaps to see a Friend , or so , If any Man saluted me , It strait encreas'd his jealousie . And then at night when we come home , He would with rage and fury foam , Nay , likewise kick and spurn me too , While my poor limbs were black and blew . I wonder'd at the cause of this , Or what he found so far amiss , Which should create such hateful strife , For I was weary of my life . At length I found the mischief bred Within his aged jealous head , And thereupon I found a way , His rage and malice to allay . Soon after this , we went one night To reap the pleasures of delight , Among some Friends in merriment , The which did cause much discontent . A Squire drank a glass to me , I pledg'd the Youth in modesty , Thinking no harm , yet ne'ertheless , He did my sides and shoulders dress . His bitter blows I could not bear , Therefore next morning , I declare , Wile he was sleeping fast in bed , I with a ladle broke his head . With that he starts and stares about , I stood couragious , fierce and stout , Crying , I 'll never be your Slave ; With that another bang I gave . He with a cudgel run at me , I took a club as well as he , Crying , I am resolv'd to try Who shall be Master you or I. I gave him not a minute's rest , But round the room the Rogue I drest , At length I brought him to his knees , Henceforth I 'll never you displease . This was his cry , still o're and o're : Quoth I , Will you he jealous more ? No , no , I wont , sweet loving Wife , If thou 'lt be pleas'd to spare my life . Pray keep your word , I then reply'd , Or else , adsfoot , I 'll thrash your hide ; You must not think that I 'll be fool'd , Or in the least be over-rul'd . Thus I my Husband did subdue , I'faith I made him buckle too , Now ever since the truth to tell , With him I live exceeding well . He never offers now to fight , But calls me love and hearts delight ; Thus , loving Neighbours , you may see , I cur'd him of his jealousie .

London : Printed for J. Deacon , at the sign of the Angel , in Guilt-spur-street .