It fell out upon a day that with his friends he did devise To break her of her scolding guise, and what they did they shall be wary; They got and tyed her Arms, she could not them undoe. And many other pretty Charms they used her unto. Her Petticoat was rent and torn, upon her Back they did put on, They tore her smock sleeves all along, as if a Bedlam she had been born; Her hair about her head they shook, all with a Bramble bush. They ring her Arms in every crook till out the blood did gush, And with an Iron Chain fast by the leg he did her tye There within an old dark House by; so soon he went away again; And with a countenance so sad he did his Neighbours call. Quoth he my Wife is Mad, she doth so rave and brawl; Help Neighbours all therefore, to see if that you can reclaim, My Wife into her Wits again for she is troubled wondrous sore. FINIS. Printed for B. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye Corner. [Footnote 139: To take umbrage.] [82.] A Cardinall of Rome had a goodly faire house new built, but the broken brickes, tiles, sand, lime, stones, and such rubbish as are commonly the remnants of such buildings, lay confusedly in heapes and scattered here and there: The Cardinall demanded of his Survayor wherefore the rubbish was not conveyed away: The Survayor said that he proposed to hyre an hundred Carts for the purpose. The Cardinall replyed that the charge of Carts might be saved, for a pitt might bee digged in the ground and bury it. My Lord, said the Survayor, I pray you what shall wee doe with the earth which we digge out of the said pit? Why, thou Coxcombe, said the Cardinall, canst thou not dig the pit deepe enough, and bury all together?