The knight and the begger-wench. Which doth a wanton prank unfold, in as merry a story as ever was told. To the tune of, The king's delight: or, turn-coat, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06893 of text N4347 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 5 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 B06893 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[81] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[241] 99885283 ocm99885283 183397 2248538034

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06893) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183397) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[82a]; A5:2[188]) The knight and the begger-wench. Which doth a wanton prank unfold, in as merry a story as ever was told. To the tune of, The king's delight: or, turn-coat, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut). Printed by and for A.M. and sold by the booksellers of London, [London] : [1685?] Date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "I met with a jovial beggar ..." Item at A3:2[82] imperfect: torn at head and foot with loss of text. Item at A5:2[188] imperfect: trimmed with loss of imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. Item at A3:2[82] with: The crafty country woman: or The pillory baker out-witted (Wing C6771) printed on verso. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The knight and the begger-wench. Which doth a wanton prank unfold, in as merry a story as ever was told. To the tune of, The king's delight: or, turn- anon 1685 1 884 8 0 0 0 2 0 316.74 F The rate of 316.74 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The KNIGHT and the BEGGER-WENCH . Which doth a wanton Prank unfold , In as merry a Story as ever was told . To the Tune of , The King's Delight : or , Turn-Coat , &c.

I Met with a jovial Beggar , And into the fields I led her , and I laid her upon the ground ; Her face did not invite me , Nor her smock did much delight me , but I think the young Whore was sound ; With Ladies both fresh and gay I often did sport and play , Yet a Beggar I 'll take For varieties sake , She 'l please me as well as they . I have a good Wife , as fair As ever drew English air , her pleasure is past compare , Her cherry lips , cheeks , and eyes , Her belly , her breast , and thighs , might any but I suffice ; With her I so often pray , And weary my time away , That a fouler to me , Would be fairer th●n she , This Beggar I should describe , Without any hope of bribe , was one● the Maundring tribe ; She had a fine foot and leg , As ●●●●ble as doe or stag , and then she began to beg , So soon as my horse she sees , She fell down upon her knees , The Whore had a sack , That hung at her back Well furnish'd with bread and cheese . She struck me into a dump , the Iade was both young and plump , with a round and ranting rump ; Her feature had so much force , It raised in me remorse , and drew me quite off my horse ; But when I began to wooe , She told me she would not do● Quoth I , Pretty Mort , Let me shew you some sport ; She kiss me , and answered 〈◊〉 . My horse to a twig I ty'd , The Beggar-wench then reply'd , Good Master get up and r●de ; Yes , so I will straight ( thought I , ) With that I drew someting nigh , she strugled and cry'd , Fie , fie , I am but a Beggar by breed ; Quoth I , Let me do this deed , For he that will scorn , A Beggar-wench born . May want a good turn at need . Then into her arms I claps , Quoth she , Now I 'm in your traps , what shall I do with my scraps ? Throw them in the bush , said I. No , no , she did straight reply , there 's pig , and pudding , and pie , We beg for better or worse , My b●essings I will not curse . Why then , quoth I , Go run presently And throw it ' thwart my horse . She then ( in a merry vein ) Did trip to me back again , to put me out of my pain . She dazelled so my sight , That neither by day or night , I ever had such delight , So close to me now she clings , And flutters abroad her wings . But my bashful jade , Asham'd of the trade , Brake loose and away she flings . I rise and away ran I , The Beggar wench then did cry , My pig and my pudding-pie ; I ran and I cursed and swore , Vntil I came to my door , but the horse was got home before : I bad the Wench stay behind , And told her I would be kind ; But when I came home , I look'd like a Mome , I wish'd that I had been blind . My Wife and my Neighbours all Did laugh , ye might hear 'em bawl from Temple-bar to White-hall , My Sweet-heart's p●ovant was found , Which lay in the wallet bound , and scatter'd about the ground ; The sight of my Wife did daunt , And make my heart prick and pant , Sir Thomas , quoth she , And spake merrily , Where got you this good provant ? Thought I , it is best to bear up , Although of this venemous cup I take but a sorrowful sup , In the twinkling of one's eyes , I thought of a thousand lyes , but ne'r a one would suffice ; I many things had in doubt , Yet could not well bring 'em about , As I went to begin , The Wench came in , And so came the story out . My Lady did laugh out-right , As if she had much delight , but I found it not so at night ; I gave the poor Wench a peice , But wisht she had been in Greece , to tell such a tale as this ; My Madam doth make it slight , But I have got nothing by 't , For when she wants her wish , It is thrown in my dish , I 'd better been hang'd out-right . FINIS .