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             Strange nevves from Bartholomew-Fair, or, the wandring-whore discovered her cabinet unlockt, her secrets laid open, vnvailed, and spread abroad in Whore and Bacon-lane, Duck-street and the garrison of Pye-corner. VVith the exact manner of conveighing St. Jameses Bawbyes to St Bartholomews-Fair, for the use of all the noble hectors. Trappans, pimps, dicks merry cullys aud [sic] mad-conceited lads of Great-Bedlam. Also the mad flights, merry-conceits tricks, whimsies and quillets used by the wandring-whore, her bawds, mobs, panders, pads and trulls for the drawing in of young hectors, with the manner of her traffick by morter-pieces, and new invented engines never discovered before. By Peter Aretine.
             Aretine, Peter.
          
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           STRANGE
           NEVVES
           FROM
           Bartholomew-Fair
           ,
           OR
           ,
           THE
           Wandring-Whore
           DISCOVERED
           ,
           Her
           Cabinet
           unlockt
           ,
           her
           Secrets
           laid
           open
           ,
           vnvailed
           ,
           and
           spread
           abroad
           in
           
             Whore
             and
             Bacon-lane
             ,
             Duck-stret
          
           ,
           and
           the
           Garrison
           of
           Pye-Corner
           .
        
         
           VVith
           the
           exact
           manner
           of
           conveighing
           St.
           Jameses
           Bawbyes
           to
           St.
           Bartholmews-Fair
           ,
           for
           the
           use
           of
           all
           the
           Noble
           Hectors
           ▪
           Trappans
           ,
           Pimps
           ,
           Dicks
           merry
           Cullys
           and
           mad-conceited
           Lads
           of
           Great-Bedlam
           .
        
         
           Also
           the
           mad-slights
           ,
           merry-conceits
           tricks
           ,
           whimsies
           and
           quillets
           used
           by
           the
           Wandring-Whore
           ,
           her
           Bawds
           ,
           Mobs
           ,
           Panders
           ,
           Pads
           and
           Trulls
           for
           the
           drawing
           in
           of
           young
           Hectors
           ,
           with
           the
           manner
           of
           her
           Traffick
           by
           Morter-pieces
           ,
           and
           new
           invented
           Engines
           never
           discovered
           before
           .
        
         
           
             By
             PETER
             ARETINE
          
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Theodorus
             Mi
             〈…〉
          
           ,
           166●
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
         
           A
           CONFERENCE
           BETWIXT
           The
           Wandring-whore
           ,
           Bonny
           Besse
           of
           
             Whore
             and
             Bacon
             Lane
          
           ,
           merry
           Moll
           of
           
             Duck
             street
          
           ,
           and
           pretty
           Peg
           of
           Py-corner
           .
        
         
           
             Bonny
             Bette
             .
          
           
             WHat
             Newes
             now
             Merry
             Moll
             ?
             Is
             trading
             quick
             or
             dead
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Moll
             .
          
           
             As
             dead
             as
             a
             dore
             Nail
             ,
             but
             whether
             away
             so
             fast
             Bette
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Bettee
             .
          
           
             To
             seek
             for
             imployment
             that
             I
             may
             be
             able
             to
             hold
             out
             a
             Winters
             siege
             .
          
        
         
           
             Moll
             .
          
           
             What
             is
             thy
             design
             ,
             or
             how
             do
             you
             intend
             to
             go
             on
             with
             the
             work
             .
          
        
         
           
             Bette
             .
          
           
             I
             am
             just
             now
             going
             to
             see
             the
             dancing
             on
             the
             ropes
             ;
             for
             except
             I
             can
             draw
             out
             a
             Dick
             or
             two
             from
             thence
             ,
             to
             view
             my
             rare
             agility
             of
             Body
             on
             the
             ground
             ,
             with
             bending
             backward
             and
             forward
             ,
             heaving
             ,
             thrusting
             and
             other
             Recreation
             ,
             
             I
             shall
             have
             little
             profit
             this
             Fair
             ;
             yet
             I
             know
             our
             tumbling
             exceeds
             their
             recreation
             as
             far
             as
             Gold
             doth
             the
             evacuation
             of
             a
             young
             Gentlewomans
             back
             Salliport
             ;
             but
             how
             trad'st
             thou
             Pegg
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Peg.
             
          
           
             Marry
             ,
             I
             meet
             with
             merry
             Hectors
             ,
             and
             trade
             with
             none
             but
             such
             as
             come
             on
             nobly
             ▪
             fall
             on
             neatly
             ▪
             and
             retreat
             gallantly
             ;
             they
             give
             me
             Py-cornor
             Law
             and
             Py-corner
             pay
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             contented
             to
             the
             life
             .
          
        
         
           
             Moll
             .
          
           
             Well
             then
             ,
             thou
             hast
             the
             quintissence
             of
             happiness
             ,
             we
             enjoy
             no
             pleasure
             like
             thine
             ,
             no
             nor
             profit
             neither
             ;
             for
             though
             we
             get
             by
             our
             Canns
             ,
             we
             lose
             by
             Informers
             and
             such
             like
             varlets
             that
             steal
             away
             our
             profit
             ,
             so
             that
             I
             am
             destitute
             of
             any
             thing
             but
             the
             P
             —
             and
             the
             praise
             ,
             a
             common
             benefit
             to
             all
             the
             Female
             sex
             ;
             but
             I
             want
             the
             half-Crowns
             ,
             through
             neglect
             of
             a
             Chuck-Office
             .
          
        
         
           
             Bette
             .
          
           
             Would
             I
             had
             thought
             of
             that
             before
             ,
             I
             might
             then
             have
             borrow'd
             Jack-a-Newberrys
             six
             Wind-mills
             ,
             they
             being
             hung
             out
             at
             my
             dore
             would
             have
             brought
             custom
             enough
             ,
             but
             now
             I
             must
             lose
             a
             Hog
             for
             a
             half-penny-worth
             of
             Tar
             ,
             for
             custome
             is
             so
             dull
             ,
             there
             's
             nothing
             to
             be
             got
             but
             by
             impudence
             ,
             which
             I
             am
             well
             furnisht
             with
             ,
             but
             dare
             not
             be
             too
             publick
             ,
             lest
             like
             our
             dear
             sister
             
               Tory
               Rory
               ,
               I
            
             be
             forc'd
             to
             beat
             out
             my
             living
             at
             the
             Hemp-block
             ,
             or
             be
             transported
             as
             some
             of
             my
             brethren
             were
             yesterday
             .
             Yet
             hang
             sorrow
             ,
             fear
             no
             colours
             ,
             for
             they
             that
             want
             impudence
             ,
             may
             be
             supply'd
             here
             with
             Kettles
             ,
             Pans
             ,
             Ladles
             ,
             Skillets
             or
             Skimers
             ,
             to
             rub
             their
             Faces
             on
             ,
             whereby
             they
             may
             be
             as
             well
             brass'd
             as
             any
             Morter-piece
             that
             was
             in
             St.
             
               Jameses
               Fair
            
             ;
             therefore
             let
             's
             venter
             a
             hazzard
             ,
             all
             are
             not
             taken
             that
             use
             our
             profession
             ;
             but
             stay
             who
             comes
             here
             ,
             the
             Wandring-whore
             ?
          
           
             
               I
               think
               't
               is
               she
               ,
               if
               not
               ,
               my
               eyes
               grow
               dull
               ,
            
             
               't
               is
               shee
               faith
               ,
               see
               how
               she
               spreads
               her
               sails
               ,
            
             
               View
               but
               the
               Motto
               on
               her
               standard
               Moll
               ,
            
             
               two
               rampant
               VVH
               —
               are
               turning
               up
               their
               Tayles
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             VVand
             .
             VVh
             —
          
           
             The
             very
             same
             in
             sooth
             ,
             for
             I
             have
             wandred
             too
             and
             fro
             through
             the
             Fair
             ,
             pickt
             up
             many
             a
             Dick
             and
             gull'd
             many
             a
             Cully
             of
             his
             Nab
             ,
             tipt
             his
             bung
             ,
             and
             sent
             his
             Callee
             to
             Egypt
             ,
             but
             this
             is
             nothing
             to
             the
             high
             Trade
             I
             drive
             at
             home
             ,
             when
             they
             come
             there
             ,
             I
             spread
             my
             Colours
             ,
             and
             receive
             the
             Spanish
             Rogue
             into
             my
             French
             quarters
             ,
             where
             he
             turn'd
             the
             Pig
             so
             long
             till
             one
             of
             his
             best
             members
             was
             lost
             in
             the
             dripping-pan
             ,
             yet
             the
             Jack-weights
             are
             secure
             and
             hang
             fast
             still
             ,
             but
             this
             whelp
             of
             Scoggin
             complains
             of
             a
             losse
             I
             never
             was
             ,
             or
             at
             least
             will
             be
             sensible
             of
             ,
             which
             was
             by
             a
             pinch
             in
             the
             Pocket
             ,
             but
             that
             I
             own
             not
             his
             which
             I
             my self
             have
             in
             possession
             .
             
               
                 For
                 when
                 the
                 Cole
                 is
                 gone
                 ,
                 the
                 simple
                 Elf
              
               
                 Is
                 not
                 the
                 owner
                 of
                 it
                 ,
                 but
                 my self
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Bette
             .
          
           
             But
             Sister
             ,
             how
             drive
             you
             this
             Trade
             ,
             to
             insert
             anothers
             account
             so
             neatly
             in
             the
             Almanack
             of
             your
             Pocket
             ?
          
        
         
           
             VVand
             .
             -VVh
             —
          
           
             By
             two
             long
             fingers
             made
             for
             that
             purpose
             ,
             to
             dive
             into
             the
             Pockets
             of
             such
             Gulls
             ,
             who
             after
             the
             receit
             of
             two
             or
             three
             Cups
             ,
             forget
             the
             strength
             of
             their
             own
             Estates
             .
          
        
         
           
             Moll
             .
          
           
             That
             's
             a
             pure
             strain
             ,
             But
             how
             do
             you
             begin
             ,
             or
             what
             means
             use
             you
             forr
             the
             enticing
             young
             Hectors
             into
             your
             Garrison
             ?
          
        
         
           
             VVand
             .
             -VV
             —
          
           
             To
             entice
             young
             punys
             .
             I
             lye
             as
             open
             as
             Noon-day
             ,
             sit
             down
             at
             the
             dore
             ,
             set
             one
             foot
             to
             the
             right
             ,
             the
             other
             to
             the
             left
             ,
             as
             far
             distant
             as
             I
             can
             spread
             my
             imperfect
             Limbs
             ,
             and
             cry
             Lads
             :
             her
             's
             a
             can
             of
             the
             best
             liquor
             in
             the
             fair
             ,
             claping
             my
             hand
             on
             my
             market-place
             ,
             and
             saying
             ,
             here
             's
             your
             Ware
             boys
             ,
             which
             invitation
             with
             a
             wink
             ,
             a
             smile
             and
             a
             chuck
             under
             the
             Chin
             ,
             brings
             in
             the
             bonny
             Lads
             as
             easily
             as
             a
             hungry
             foul
             eats
             dry
             bread
             .
          
        
         
           
             Peg.
             
          
           
             And
             I
             for
             my
             part
             cry
             ,
             here
             boys
             ,
             here
             's
             the
             best
             Pigs
             head
             in
             the
             Fair
             ,
             a
             rare
             quarter
             of
             Lamb
             ,
             pure
             Mutton
             ,
             and
             the
             best
             buttock
             bief
             in
             England
             ;
             but
             how
             comes
             in
             your
             profit
             when
             they
             are
             in
             your
             Garrison
             ?
          
        
         
           
           
             Wandring-W
             —
          
           
             I
             spread
             my
             shrouds
             ,
             vnvail
             my
             Cabinet
             ▪
             disclose
             my
             secrets
             ,
             and
             open
             the
             pure
             Linnen
             Curtains
             that
             hang
             before
             my
             chief
             Fortress
             ,
             drink
             a
             Cann
             or
             two
             ,
             smoak
             ,
             sing
             old
             Rose
             ,
             dance
             ,
             and
             when
             the
             Gull
             is
             elivated
             ,
             I
             Hull
             him
             asleep
             as
             Delilah
             did
             Sampson
             ,
             and
             then
             turn
             Philistine
             ,
             tip
             his
             Bung
             ,
             and
             deprive
             him
             of
             the
             strength
             of
             his
             Estate
             ,
             so
             he
             rises
             when
             he
             awakes
             as
             poor
             as
             Job
             ,
             thinking
             he
             hath
             been
             in
             Heaven
             when
             indeed
             newly
             crept
             out
             of
             the
             Devils
             Vestry
             .
             marching
             off
             like
             a
             sencelesse
             piece
             of
             iniquity
             ,
             not
             thinking
             of
             his
             losse
             till
             he
             comes
             into
             the
             Fair
             ,
             to
             lay
             out
             his
             mony
             in
             Bawbles
             for
             his
             sweet-beart
             ,
             it
             may
             be
             in
             Gloves
             ,
             Ribbons
             ,
             Rings
             ,
             Beads
             ,
             Bracelets
             or
             other
             such
             like
             Fancies
             ,
             yet
             coming
             to
             pay
             ,
             diving
             in
             his
             Pocket
             for
             Coal
             ,
             he
             finds
             all
             as
             clear
             as
             a
             room
             new
             swept
             ;
             thus
             by
             my
             free
             entertainment
             ,
             I
             free
             him
             from
             the
             sin
             of
             covetousnesse
             .
          
        
         
           
             Mol.
             
          
           
             And
             I
             in
             good
             sooth
             am
             as
             Common
             and
             free
             to
             my
             Customers
             ,
             as
             a
             Cream-pot
             to
             a
             Dary
             maid
             ,
             and
             that
             brings
             them
             in
             as
             fast
             as
             water
             runs
             through
             a
             scieve
             .
             They
             come
             in
             with
             their
             fowl
             Pipes
             ,
             and
             I
             like
             an
             able
             Doctress
             cleanse
             them
             with
             a
             P
             —
             
               
                 I
                 clear
                 the
                 stem
                 and
                 also
                 burn
                 the
                 bowle
              
               
                 Till
                 it
                 's
                 as
                 white
                 as
                 Pot-hooks
                 or
                 Char-coale
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Peg.
             
          
           
             I
             but
             tell
             me
             ,
             what
             dost
             thou
             do
             with
             a
             company
             of
             Varlets
             call'd
             Permoters
             ,
             for
             I
             am
             more
             plagu'd
             with
             them
             then
             any
             other
             vermine
             whatever
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Mol.
             
          
           
             Marry
             Peg
             ,
             in
             our
             Duck
             quarters
             ,
             if
             they
             once
             appear
             ,
             we
             know
             the
             Knaves
             so
             well
             ,
             that
             we
             put
             them
             in
             an
             upper
             room
             ,
             then
             borrow
             a
             quart
             pot
             ,
             and
             fill
             that
             frothing
             full
             to
             blind
             them
             ,
             whilest-we
             pinch
             the
             Cans
             of
             our
             Gulls
             to
             secure
             our
             own
             profit
             .
             
               
                 For
                 though
                 by
                 them
                 our
                 getting
                 is
                 but
                 small
              
               
                 The
                 noble
                 Hectors
                 sure
                 to
                 pay
                 for
                 all
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Mol.
             
          
           
             Come
             you
             are
             an
             old
             wandring
             Who
             —
             know
             all
             Postures
             ,
             and
             turn
             up
             your
             tayl
             to
             all
             sorts
             of
             Culls
             ,
             what
             do
             
             you
             for
             a
             contented
             Coxcomb
             to
             keep
             the
             dore
             ,
             whilst
             you
             do
             excercise
             with
             your
             Hectors
             ,
             by
             the
             Turks
             entring
             the
             Castle
             of
             Comfort
             ?
          
        
         
           
             Wand
             .
             -Wh
             —
          
           
             I
             tell
             the
             Moll
             ,
             though
             my
             hvsband
             be
             a
             mere
             Mopus
             to
             a
             man
             of
             mettle
             ,
             yet
             my
             Gusmond
             is
             a
             man
             able
             to
             defend
             me
             ,
             and
             a
             pure
             Rogue
             that
             I
             dare
             trust
             with
             the
             Cabinet
             of
             Venus
             ,
             with
             the
             Key
             to
             unlock
             it
             ,
             and
             indeed
             with
             all
             my
             secreets
             ;
             Hee
             'l
             Pimp
             purely
             for
             half
             a
             Crown
             a
             day
             besides
             his
             Vails
             ,
             I
             and
             Trapan
             young
             Gallants
             too
             ,
             whereby
             my
             Trade
             daily
             increases
             ,
             Customers
             come
             in
             nimbly
             ,
             and
             go
             out
             as
             merrily
             as
             thieves
             to
             Tiburn
             .
             
               
                 So
                 to
                 the
                 world
                 my
                 Hector
                 young
                 appears
                 ,
              
               
                 when
                 he
                 comes
                 out
                 with
                 nought
                 but
                 hanging
                 Ears
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             Bess.
             
          
           
             I
             'le
             tell
             thee
             Peg
             I
             thrive
             as
             well
             as
             any
             of
             them
             all
             ,
             for
             a
             young
             Bump
             coming
             late
             to
             Bacon-Lane
             ,
             full
             of
             Coale
             ,
             my
             pretty
             Mob
             Nell
             with
             the
             wink
             of
             an
             eye
             drew
             him
             in
             to
             my
             Garrison
             ,
             we
             two
             so
             smoakt
             him
             ,
             after
             a
             collation
             of
             bread
             and
             Bacon
             ,
             that
             by
             drinking
             ,
             sporting-and-kissing
             the
             fool
             lost
             his
             purse
             ,
             but
             how
             he
             knew
             not
             ;
             for
             the
             reckoning
             being
             suddainly
             brought
             in
             ,
             his
             Quids
             were
             vanisht
             ,
             his
             pocket
             saying
             
               No
               point
               Larshon
            
             ,
             the
             pennyless
             puppy
             ,
             supposing
             his
             Bung
             had
             bin
             tipt
             in
             the
             Fair
             before
             he
             came
             in
             ,
             was
             forc'd
             to
             leave
             his
             Callee
             for
             the
             reckoning
             ;
             this
             Tuskin
             being
             a
             zealot
             was
             loath
             to
             tumult
             lest
             he
             should
             be
             discovered
             :
             therefore
             he
             durst
             not
             out-face
             us
             ,
             whose
             impudence
             might
             well
             have
             startled
             a
             more
             able
             Hectors
             .
             Yet
             when
             the
             Bump
             was
             marcht
             off
             ;
             we
             sustained
             by
             his
             losse
             5
             pound
             advantage
             towards
             our
             house-rent
             ,
             a
             few
             such
             Jobs
             at
             Lady-fair
             will
             find
             Puppy-dog-water
             for
             the
             refreshing
             our
             beautys
             till
             next
             Fair
             :
             besides
             silk-Gowns
             smock-petty-Coats
             and
             White-Aprons
             .
          
           
             
               Thus
               did
               this
               Gull
               for
               fear
               our
               secreets
               smoother
            
             
               Lest
               he
               should
               counted
               be
               a
               sinful
               Brother
               .
            
             
               We
               gave
               him
               leave
               to
               drink
               ,
               to
               sport
               and
               play
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               we
               his
               Purse
               and
               Coal
               convey'd
               away
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Peg.
             
          
           
             Sister
             Bette
             let
             's
             away
             ,
             break
             off
             our
             discourse
             and
             betake
             our selves
             to
             our
             heels
             ,
             for
             here
             comes
             two
             pittiful
             fellows
             call'd
             Beadles
             ,
             therefore
             our
             best
             way
             is
             to
             secure
             our
             own
             quarters
             .
          
        
         
           
             Bettee
             .
          
           
             Come
             be
             of
             good
             chear
             ,
             but'let's
             not
             make
             more
             hast
             then
             good
             speed
             ,
             go
             fare
             and
             softly
             ,
             least
             jealousie
             cause
             suspicion
             ,
             and
             they
             seize
             on
             us
             before
             our
             time
             ,
             for
             these
             Blood-hounds
             will
             soon
             fcent
             enough
             by
             our
             discourse
             to
             put
             a
             stop
             to
             our
             further
             trading
             .
             
               
                 For
                 if
                 our
                 secrets
                 should
                 discover'd
                 be
              
               
                 We
                 know
                 the
                 worst
                 ,
                 a
                 whipping
                 sets
                 us
                 free
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
  

