Houshold Talke, OR; Good Councell for a Married Man.
Deliuered in a Prittie Dialogue, By Roger a Batchelor, to Simon, A (Iealous) Married-man.
To the Tune of Buckle and Thong a.
Simon.
NEighbour Roger woe is me,
I am sorely discontented,
No redresse at all I see.
more and more I am tormented,
Night and Day,
I piue away.
Whilst my dearest friends doe scoffe me,
to, my face they (boldly) say,
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Neighbour Simon be not sad,
let not Passion ouer-sway thee,
If thy Wife will be so bad,
that in such false coine shee'le pay thee,
Why therefore,
Shouldst thou deplore,
Or weare stockings that are yellow,
tush be blith (man) grieue no more,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
Simon.
Ah, how can I chuse but be,
grieu'd and vexed out of measure,
When with mine owne eyes I see,
him a Riuall in my pleasure,
With sore sobs,
My bosome throbs
When I heare my Neighbours scoffe me,
of all ioy my heart it robs,
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Iealousie's a mad disease,
and vpon the braine it worketh,
Like tormenting Lice or Fleas,
it in secret Corners lurketh,
But that he,
Who ere he be.
Shewes himselfe in wit but shallow,
to be vext with Iealousie,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
Simon.
Tis a saying long agoe,
vs'd by those that know it truely,
Euery man can tame a Shroe,
but he who hath a wife vnruly,
And he that weares,
The Shooe declares,
Best where it wrings him: doe not scoffe me,
this report still fills mine eares,
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Tush, then it seemes tis bare report,
not apparant by Probation,
Neighbour I am sorry for't,
that on such a weake foundation,
You should frame,
Such a Fame,
Of your wife, 'tis nought I tell you,
yet suppose she were to blame,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
Simon.
Alas deare neighbour you mistake,
'tis not on meere supposition,
That I this relation make,
I haue grounds for my suspition,
He and shee,
So agree,
That vnto my face they scoffe me,
any man may ea [...]ly see.
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Presuppose that all be true,
(as I hardly can beleeue it,)
Yet it is but vaine for you,
in the worst sence to conceiue it,
I dare say,
(As I may)
It's but flammes some Gossips tell you,
yet if she haue gone astray,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
The second Part, To the same Tune,
Simon.
TRuely neighbour Roger now,
I perceiue that you are leaning,
To defend (if you knew how)
the knaue and queane, I find your meaning,
I suppose,
Y'are one of those,
That behind my backe will scoffe me,
now I finde the game how't goes,
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Iealous Coxcombe leaue thy prate,
doe not thus bewray thy folly,
If Cornuting be thy fate,
be not mad with Melancholy,
I doe scorne,
To subborne,
He, or She in vice to wallow,
yet I' de haue thee hide thy horne,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
Simon.
Neighbour Roger when you come,
into th'row of neighbours married,
I beleeue you'ie not be dumbe,
if things be no better carried,
Then they be,
Now with me,
Farre and neere the people scoffe me,
like you I wish that I were free.
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me,
Roger.
Neighbour Sim I doe not know,
what my Fate may be in choosing;
But if I'ere come i'th'row,
I'me resolu'd not to be musing,
Whether she,
Be true to me,
I will not shew my selfe so shallow,
for if I be like to thee.
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow,
Simon.
Honest Roger by my troth,
thou ha [...] giuen me satisfaction,
From henceforth vpon my oath,
(vnlesse I take them in the action)
I will not
My selfe besot,
With Iealousie that made some scoffe me,
yet 'twill hardly be forgot,
My Cosen makes a Cuckold of me.
Roger.
Prethee Sim forget it quite,
thinke thy wife is constant to thee,
This is one thing, marke it right,
many good turnes it will doe thee,
If thou seeke,
Her vse to breake,
Rather striue to stop a Billow
of the Sea; tush neuer speake,
A Cuckold is a good mans fellow.
Simon.
Now I am resolu'd to'th full,
neuer more I will be Iealous,
Nor will I mistrust my Scull,
Ile be merry with good fellowes,
Home Ile hie,
By and by,
Kisse my Wife (with due submission)
thankes sweete Roger heartily,
For thy holsome admonition.
M. P.
FINIS.
London, Printed for the Assignes of Thomas Simcocks, and are to bee sold by Francis Grove, dwelling vpon S [...]. Hill.