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Bawdes.

Now Mother Beeton where dwell you? you Iade
For sooth i'the lane that leads to spittlefeild:
What occupation are you whats your trade?
My house a pretty wench forsooth will yeeld.
A pot of good ale good wine or a fire,
You shall haue any thing you can desire.
Your trades to luske (you Iade) about the Innes,
To see what country wenches come to towne.
To seeke for seruice then this witch begins,
To speake them faire: I pray sweet hart sit downe,
Y'are weary I woosse what doe yee want a seruice,
Ile helpe you to a very gallaint mistres.
Sheele giue great wages if so be she like you,
Pray goe with me Ile bring you to her speach:
What can you wash or starch well (I beseeke you)
She bids her drinke then with a Crafty fetch,
The gallant mistris wich she doth prouide,
Tis Meg was carted at Alhallantide.
Where she continewes not a moneth or more,
But she is mad as bold as any other:
A shame-lesse strumpet and an arraunt whore,
One that will cut the throat of her owne brother,
Old Iade Ile whip thee soundly th'art th'vndoing,
Of many maides and Comely proper women.