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A48149
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The Lady Bark, or, New upstart-lady in a very merry and pleasant dialogue, betwixt a skipper, a new-lady, a young scholar, and a tapster-lass.
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1680
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Wing L163; ESTC R34502
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THE LADY BARK OR New Upstart-Lady In a very merry and pleasant Dialogue Betwixt a SKIPPER A NEW-LADY A Young SCHOLAR And a TAPSTER-LASS A North bound Skipper coming from the Sea Meets a New-Lady thus makes Courtesie SKIP. God save you Lady-Bark and make you better Unto you Lady-Bark I have a Letter LADY O Skipper for that Letter I have long'd SKIP. The Wind not I your Lady-Vessel wrong'd LADY How fold your stuff SKIP. Indeed your Lady-Bark When all cost quit will scarce gain half a merk The Markets fallen LADY You stay'd too long at home SKIP. Your Lady-Bark hath Wind and Tide to blame We cannot mend the Weather coming from her He said farewell I bid your Lady Crear A Scholer standing by thus jeer'd upon The Skippers Sea-bred salutation SCH. It seemeth Skipper you are come from France Could you but sing and make a Leg and Dance As you can Compliment you 'd streight be made A Master of a School in court-ship Trade SKIP. What Cryme I pray unto my Charge is laid SCH. God save your Lady Ship ye should have said And ye said Lady Bark SKIP. I did so then I see great Clerks are not still wisest men What need you jeer my Words or Quarrells pyke Bottoms of Burden are not all alyke Ye must grant odds if you be not a Sot 'Twixt Indian-Merchant-Ship and Oyster-Boat 'Twixt my Bark and the Admirall of Spain Or our brave Royall Charles on the Main This Lady must not though her flaggs be brave Such Tytles as my Lady-Countess have Whose own even as her Noble Lords forbears In SCOTLAND diverse Ages have been peers Yet when to her my Top Halyardes I slip I only say GOD save your Lady-Ship SCH. But yet this is a Lady still for look This Pocket-Byble in my hand 's a Book In all Respects as well though of less syse As one in Folio is in any-wise So is this Lady Lady though content With shorter standing Smaller Lands and Rent SKIP. You must grant odds betwixt Turbet and Flook Though both be Fish I grant a Book 's a Book There are then arguings from your own Confession Some Pocket Ladyes of a late Edition The Sea doth not my Senses all benumb For Husbands worth I know the King to some Doth Honors give and so doth Ladyes make them Some Tytles steall or at their Feet uptakes them In Townes from Mercat Chruch House Shop and Street Good-Wife is sunk the Mistress there doth fleet And stands a Land-ward next year you her find A New-Rigg'd-Lady looffing by the Wind. Perchance a Vessel that in Summar last Was Good-Wife Floy Boat with a jurie Mast Now out New-Flaggs hoyse the Top Sail a fathom O how the Lady-Ship How how the Madam For Top-Sail Tytles what needs all this work A Year Old Lady is but Lady Bark SCH. The onely outward Skipper you do take With diligence a search if you do make You 'l find that reall Goodness doth stand In Old-High-Race in Riches or in Land Then Women of Deportment still should have Such Compellations as their Meene doth crave Beware you do not irritate your Betters With Gibberish which you use upon the Waters Ask Nomen-Clators when ye wail your Bonnet Madam or Lady is as soon said as Jannet SKIP. What No Man clatters fore and aft ye clatter And slug three way-rope length asterne the matter I 'm not a Quaker yet I 'le not dissemble The rageing Seas sometimes have made me tremble I know not what you say yet one thing 's true I honour those to whom honour is due Yet should each Sail in her own Squade be set And not such Tytles as the greatest get Though Ensign Streamers Jack and Flye look tall In Fleets each Vessell's not an Admiral If I do know a Ladyes true Condition I can salute her in a decent fashon If one unknown High-Top-Sail-Termes do covet I 'le how her Mistris till I know more of it A Gentle-Woman sure wilt think no worse If she but know her Compass or her Course Now at high water if ye on the street Too and again of Women new the Fleet On either Boord on Head or yet A-stern You Ladyes can from Tapsters scarce discern The Stern-most have their Taicklings and their Sailes Their Stirrage Midships Fore-Decks and their Tailes Their Flaggs and Streamers blowing in such state As they were Frigots of the formest Rate Must I Dame-Ship them all they strive for place Much like Ostend-freebooters in a chace They 'l clap abroad like Fire Ships and in rage Blow up their Consort for the Weather-Gage What She in head of us It 's but short time Since her best Loading was but Coals and Lyme A Herring-Boat that sculk'd it by the Shoar A Scout a Kenning still astern or more When wee 'd aboord Cloath Hair Silk Silver-Laces Tobacco Sugar Sack Spyce Chrystall-Glasses Now She 's in head of us lett Fore sail fall Get Larbooard-Tacks aboord down the Main-sail Heave out Fore-Top-sail heave Main-Top-sail out Hoise up Fore-Top-sail hoise Main-Top-sail stout Let Sprit-sail fall Top Gallon sail out Maine Fore-Gallant-Top-sail out hoise all again Hoise up the Mizen hoise Mizen-Top-sail high Take heed at Helm there keep her under the Lee. She is about and winds us Port Port hard Let ryse Main-Tack let rise Fore-Tack reguard Brace on the Lar-Board Braces and get too The Star-Board-Main-Tack Star-Board-Fore-Tack do Cast off the Star-Board-Braces right the Helm Keep her a Lee-ward whither wind or calm Thus in and out of Course in any case They 'l break their Bold-Sprits ere they lose their place SCH. If ye speak so I 'le understand as soon What you do say as the Man in the Moon For your Sea-hubbub soundeth just like charmes Use Luculent and not Exotick Termes SKIP. What termes do ye call Jackalent and Sattick I speak my Callings Language and its Prattick In Schools or Pulpit you I on the Sea I 'le understand you just as you do me When you coyne words from Latin French or Greek Old Palinurus hath the sense to seek It blew a Gale this mourning I toyled sore And have drunk nothing since I came a shore I 'm dry and I can jest no longer come I 'll give a pynt or take my welcome home SCH. Go Skipper I will follow go before Pray enter Skipper enter take the Doore Pray enter Skipper enter enter SKIP. brave In offering me the place ye it do crave Nay take it for I know and so do ye Doggs Clerks and Women still should foremost be I am dry dry dry if I had once a drink In plain Land-Terms I will speak all I think How Lady-Lass come fill a pynt of Ale See it be good and fresh not new nor stale Good Ale indeed drink Lady drink and try 't Your Lady-Lass-Skip fair it s not denyed LASS for all your jesting Skipper it may be I may prove Lady once before I die SKIP. I do believe ye may have your desire Tho you get