Bishop PBercp’s Folio Manuscript. WLoose and Humorous Songs. EDITED BY FREDERICK J. FURNIVALL, M.A. OF TRINITY HALL, CAMBRIDOE. LONDON : Printed bp and for the vitor. 1868.NOTICE. Qui sexcuse s’accuse; but we make no excuse for putting forth these Loose and Humorous Songs. They are part of the Manu- script which we have undertaken to print entire, and as our Prospectus says, “to the student, these songs and the like are part of the evidence as to the character of a past age, and they should not be kept back from him.” Honé soit qui mal y pense. They serve to show how some of the wonderful intellectual energy of Elizabeth’s and James I.’s time ran riot somewhat, and how in the noblest period of England’s literature a freedom of speech was allowed which Victorian ears would hardly tolerate. That this freedom dulled men’s wits or tarnished their minds more than our restraint does ours, we do not believe. We cannot give in to Mr. Procter’s opinion that because ladies of the Court liked Jonson’s jokes, coarse to us, therefore they could not appreciate his fancy and the higher qualities of his mind.' Manners refine slowly, and speech as 1 “On referring, after un interval of the conclusion that civilisation must many years, to those old Masques, we find ourselves somewhat staggered at the charactor of the jest and the home ‘not to sa} lusions in whicl {i they abound. bound. Tne taste of the times was, indeed, rade enough; and we can easily understand that josts of this nature were tolerated or oven relished by common audiences. But when wo hear that the pieces which contain them wero exhibited repoatedly, with ap- Pam, before the nobles and court ladies of the time (some of them young unmarried women), we arc driven to a2 hare failed in some respects, and to feur that tho refined and graceful compli- menta which our author so frequently lavished upon the high ‘damas’ of i James's court was & pure waste of his pootical bounty. It is scarcely blo that the ladies who could sit and ear jokes far coarser than Smollett’s, itor night after night, could ever have fully relished tho dolicato and sparkling verses which flowed from Jonson's Introduction to Brn Jonson's od. 1838, p. xxiii-iv. ‘orks,iv NOTICE. well. Tis custom that prevents the ill effects of habits that seem likely to injure mental and moral health. Foreigners judging from the low dresses in our ball-rooms, English maids judging from French fishwomen’s bare legs,' often come to very wrong conclusions. Water clear to one generation needs straining for the next. Even Percy, and he a bishop, has not marked with his three crosses (his marks of loose and humorous songs) a few which we, easy-going laymen, have now thought better to transfer to this volume. These are, See the Bwild- inge, Fryar and Boye, The Man that hath, Dulcina, Cooke Laurell, The Mode of France, Lye alone, Downe sate the Shepard. We have not written Introductions to every one of these pieces, as to the Ballads and Romances of the MS. Let it be enough that they are put in type. " Cp. Punch: “ But that indelicate! There! you might have knocked me down with a feathor!”SECOND NOTICE. ro Some of these songs the Editors would have been glad had it not fallen to their lot to put forth. But, as was said before, they are part of the Manuscript which has to be printed entire, and must be therefore issued. They are also part of our Elizabethan and Jacobite times; and when you are drawing a noble old oak, you must sketch its scars and disfigurements as well as the glory of its bark, its fruit and leaves. Students must work from the nude, or they'll never draw. Of the general character of Early English Literature enough has been said in the Introduction to Conscience, in vol. ii. of the Ballads and Romances; but no age, no man, has been without drawbacks, without sensual feelings or the expression of them. They are natural: improper delight in them alone is wrong. And from the expressions of this improper delight our Early Literature is singularly free. Plain speaking there is, broad humour there is; but of delight in sensuality for sensuality’s sake, there is very little indeed. Some of it is here, but it’s of our Middle Time, a time when the pressure of early wrongs, and perchance the earnestness of national feeling, had somewhat lessened, when luxury and indulgence more abounded. It is well for the student to see it, that he may be under no illusion as to that time; as it will be right for the student of Victorian England, two or three hundred years hence, to see productionsvi SECOND NOTICE. that we would not willingly circulate now. But still, let no one doubt that Professor Morley’s words are true —that the spirit of our Early and Middle Times was noble and pure; that, notwithstanding prurient novels and review-articles, and Holy- well Street filth, our Victorian time is, in the main, noble and pure too. The Poems not marked with Percy’s three crosses as loose, which we have transferred to these pages, are Men that more; Panche; In a May Morninge; The Turk in Linen; Louers hearke alarum; O nay, O nay, not yet; I cannot be contented ; Lillumwham ; Last night I thought; A Dainty Ducke (incom- plete); A mayden heade; Tom Longe; All in a greene meadowe. We had not at first intended to have side-notes added to this volume, but See the bwildings, the Fryar and Boye, and some other poems, having been set with side-notes for the Ballads and Romances before they were turned into this volume, the rest of the pieces were side-noted for uniformity’s sake. The italics in the text are extensions of the contractions of the Manuscript. Augus!, 1867. KindCONTENTS. panrneey PAGE SEE THE BWILDINGE . 7 : epee 7 Teese WALKING IN A MEADOW GREN . : 2st : . 38 © JOLLY ROBIN . ae : : : _ : - 6 WHEN PHEBUS ADDREST 7 : : 1 Ta FRYAR AND BOYE . : 7 . eee 7 +S AS I WAS RIDINGE BY THE WAY . : . sees + 29 THE MAN THAT HATH. 7 : : : ; ' . 3 DULCINA : oe : : : 7 : + 82 OFF A PURITANE . : . : : : ; . oo. 88 COOKE LAURELL . _ ‘ 7 : : : : . 37 THE MODE OF FRANCE . 7 : : : AaaEEs + 45 BE NOT AFRAYD . : 7 : 7 : 7 : . 47 DOE YOU MEANE . : : : . . 7 : . 49 A MAID AND A YOUNGE MAN . : : ‘ ; : . 51 A CREATURE FOR FEATURE. : 7 . see 8 LYE ALONE. . : : 7 f : : : . 85 DOWNE SATE THE SHEPARD . : 7 : : : . 87 MEN THAT MORE . : : : . : : . . 59 PANCHE ' : : 7 7 7 7 : 7 . 61 WHEN AS I DOE RECCORD . ; : : 7 : + 68 WHEN SCORTCHING PH@BUS . | : : 7 : - 70 IN A MAY MORNINGE . : : : : : : m4 THE TURK IN LINEN . : : : : 7 : + 76 COME WANTON WENCHES : : : : 7 : - 80 AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY. 7 : _ - 82 BLAME NOT A WOMAN . : : : : 7 : - 84 OFF ALLE THE SEAES . : 7 : : 7 : . 85viii LOVERS HEARKE ALARUM A FREINDE OF MINE O NAY: O NAY: NOT YETT I CANNOTT BEE CONTENTED LILLUMWHAM te THE SEA CRABB LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT I DREAMED MY LOUE PANDERS COME AWAYE A DAINTY DUCKE . 7 NOW FYE ON DREAMES . A MAYDEN HEADE. =. TOM LONGE . ALL IN A GREENE MEADOWE . THOMAS YOU CANNOIT . CONTENTS. Pac 87 89 92 94 96 101 102 104 + 108 + 109 a 1g 14 + 16See the bivildinge. [Page 56 of MS.] Tas song is to be found in the Roxburghe Collection of Black-letter Ballads, I. 454, with the title “A well-wishing toa place of pleasure. To an excellent new tune,” and with six more lines in each stanza, We quote it here for contrast sake. A WELL-WISHING TO A PLACE OF PLEASURE. To an excellent new Tune. Seo the building ‘Where whilst my mistris lived in ‘Was pleasures essence, See how it droopeth And how nakedly it looketh ‘Without her presence: 2 Every creature ‘That appertaines to nature ‘bout this house living, Doth resemble, If Fret dissemble, uo praises giving? Harke, how the hollow Windes do blow And seem to murmur in every corner, for her long absence : ‘The which doth plainly show ‘The causco why I do now All this grief and sorrow show. Seo the garden ‘Where I receivde reward in for my true love : Behold those places Where I receivde those graces the Gods might move. 1 The Queene of plenty With all the fruits are dainty, delights to please * Not inclogant—P. Note on a se- parate slip of paper :— “This was onco s very popular song, as appears from a parody of it inserted (as asolemn piece of music)in Hemming’s Flora springing Is ever bringing Dame Venus easo.* Oh seo the Arbour where that she with melting kieses distilling blisses From her true selfe with joy did ravish me. ‘The pretty nightingale did sing melodiously. Haile to those groves Where I injoyde those lores 0 many dayes. Let the flowers be springing, And sweet birds ever singing their Roundelayes, 3 Many Cupids measures ‘And cause for true Loves pleasures, Be daned around, Let all contentment For mirth’s presentment this day be found?: And may the grass grow ever green where we two lying have oft been trying ‘More several wayes than beauties lovely Queen When she in bed with Mars Ly all the gods was seen. Jews Tragedy, act 4, 4to, 1662.—N.B. ‘The marginal corrections are made from this Parody.”—P. +8 Not in the Perey Folio copy.—F.SEE THE BWILDINGE. Mr. W. Chappell says that the “excellent new tune of thia song was adopted for other songs.” ‘Sce my mistrewe’s onset It ix dowlate in her absence. See the garden where we have loved, ‘the arbour where we kiswed, and the We wn sige on them 5 and on the grnse where we lay 1 20 24 SEE tho building which whilest! my Mistress lined in was pleasures asseince® ! seo how it droopeth, & how Nakedly it looketh with-ont her presence! hoearke how the hollow winds doe blowe, & how thé Murmer in every corner for hor being absent, from whence they cheefly! grow ! tho cause that I doc now this greeffe & sorrow showe. Sce the garden where oft I had reward in for my trew lone! see the places where I enioyed those graces they® goddes might moue ! oft in this arbour, whiles that shee with melting kisses distilling blisses through my frayle lipps, what Ioy did ravish me ! tho pretty Nightingale did sing Mclodiousleo. Haile to thoso groves whero wee inioyed our loues s00 many daies ! May the trees be springing, & the protty burds be singing theire Roundelayes ! Oh! may the grasso be cucr greene wheron wee, lying, hauo oft bene tryinge More scuerall wayes of pleasure then loues queene, which once in bedd with Mars by all the godds was seen. ling [half a page miesing.] ' where onee.—-P. * they. ? With pleasure’s essence, — DP, y.—P. 4 MS. cheesly.--F. * the—P.Walking in a Meadow gren. [Pago 93 of MS.] Pernars the following may have been suggested by the ballad of “The Two Leicestershire Lovers; to the tune of And yet methinks I love thee,” a copy of which is in the Roxburghe Col- lection, I. 412, The subject of each is two lovers; both poems are in nearly the same metre, and begin with the same line. The difference is in the after-treatment. The “Two Leicester- shire Lovers” begins thus :— Walking in a meadow green For recreation’s sako, To drive away somo sad thoughts That sorrowful did me make, I spied two lovely lovers, Did hear each other's woe, To ’point a place of meeting Upon the meadow brow. ‘This was printed by John Trundle, at the sign of “The Nobody,” in Barbican—the ballad-publisher immortalized by Ben Jonson in his “ Every Man in his Humour.” (“ Well, if he read this with patience, I'll go and troll ballads for Master John Trundle yonder, the rest of my mortality.”) The printed copy is there- fore as old as the manuscript.—W. C. WALKING in a meadowe greene, Walking fayre flowers for to gather, bee whore p[r]imrose rankes did stand on bankes 4 to woloome comers thither,I heard lass ask for 16 28 WALKING IN A MEADOW GREN. T hard a voice which made a Noise, which caused me to attend it, T heard a lnsse say to a Ladd, “ once more, & none can mend it.” They lay soe close together, they made me much to wonder ; I knew not which was wether, vntill I saw her vader. then off he came, & blusht for shame 800 soone that he had endit ; yet still shee lyes, & to him cryes, ‘Once More, & none can mend it.”” His lookes were dull & verry sadd, his courage shee had tamed ; shee bad him play the lusty lad or else he quite was shamed ; “then stifly thrust, hee hit me inst, ffeare not, but freely spend it, & play about at in & out ; once more, & none can mend it.” And then he thought to venter her, thinking the ffitt was on him ; but when he came to enter her, the poynt tarnd! backe vpon him. Yet shee said, “stay! goe not away although the point be bended ! but toot againe, é& hit the vaine! once more, & none can Mend it.” Then in her Armes shee did him fold, & oftentimes shee kist him, yett still his courage was but cold for all the good shee wisht him ; " There is a tag to the d like an s.—F.WALKING IN A MEADOW GREN. 5 yett with her hand shee made it stand s0e stiffe shee cold not bend it, & then anon shee eryes “ come on sand cried 40 once more, & none can mend it!” gait nee « Adew, adew, sweet hart,” quoth hee, addelilaat “ for in faith I must be gone.” “ nay, then you doe me wronge,” quoth shee, 44 “ to leaue me thus alone.” Away he went when all was spent, ‘and went wherat shee was offended ; por Like a troian true she made a vow ‘fhe 48 shee wold have one shold mend it.! aa eee lee. flins. * Qui n'en a qu'un, nena point: Prov. good have none as have no more but one. (Meant of Bulls, &&., and some- Cotgrave.—F. times allodged by lascivious women,) asRobin, leave off! Tl oy ont, Robin, do your worst! 16 Let me go! 20 © Golly Robin.’ [Page 96 of MS.] “ Iolly Robin, hold thy hande! I am not tyde in* Cupids bande; I pray thee leaue thy foolinge, heyda! by my faith & troth I cannot: heyds, fie! what? doe you meane to be soe bold P I must cry ont! I cannot olde: heyda, fie! * “what a deale of doe is here, is here, is here!” “T begin to fainta! heyda, fye! oh! oh! oh! oh!” “what was that you sayd ? heyda! heyda! heyda! heyda ! you will neuer leaue till I be paide.” “0 Iolly Robin, doo thy worst! thou canst not make my belly burst. I pray thee leaue thy fooling: heyda! ” “by my faith & troth I cannot: heyda, fic !”” “what? doe you mcane to vse me soe? I pray thee Robin let me goe: heyda, fye!” “what a dealo of doe is heere, is heere, is heere!"”” “I begin to fainta, &c.” fins. 1 wrotched staff—Perey. ? MS. lydain.—F.Wihen Phebus advdrest. [Pago 96 of MS.] Tus song is printed in “Merry Drollery Complete,” Part 2, 1661 and 1670, also in “ Wit and Drollery, Jovial Poems,” 1656, p- 35. The tune is printed under the title of the burden “O doe not, doe not kill me yet,” in J. J. Starter’s “ Boertigheden,” Amsterdam, 4to, 1634, with a Dutch song written to the tune. This proves that the popularity of the song had extended to Holland twenty-two years before the earliest English copy that I have hitherto found. If the date given for the Percy folio, about 1620, is right, it contains the earliest copy known.—W. C. 16 WHEN Phebus addrest himselfe to the west, & sct vp his rest below, Cynthia agreed in her gliteringe weede her bewtio on me to bestow ; & walling alone, attended by none, by chance I hard one crye “O doe not, doe not, kill me yett, for I am not prepared to dye !” With that I drew neare to see & to heare, & strange did appeare such a showe ; the Moone it was bright, & gaue such a light as ffitts not cach wight to know : aman & a Mayd together were Laid, & euer the mayd shee did cry, “0 doo not, doe not, kill me yet, I, for Iam not resolned to dye!” ‘By moon- ght, alone, Theard a maid a0} “Don’t kill me yet.” and still the maid cried till4 28 32 WHEN PHEBUS ADDREST. The youth was rough, he tooke vp her staffe, & to blindmans buff they did goe; hee kept such a coyle, he gaue her the foyle, soe great the broyle it did growe. but shee was soe yonge, & he was soe stronge, & he left her not till shee did crye, “0 doe not, doe not, kill me yett, for I am not resolued to dye!” with that he gaue ore, & solemplye swore he wold kill her noe more that night, but badd her adew: fall litle he knew shee wold tempt him to more delight. But when they shold part, it went to her hart, & gaue her more cause for to orye, “O kill me, kill me, once againe, ffor Now I am willing to dye!” fins.‘firpar: and Bope.? Tue present is the completest copy known to us of this capital story. Wynkyn de Worde’s, reprinted (with collations) by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt (“Early Popular Poetry,” v. 3, p. 54-81), runs with it, though less smoothly, to 1. 456, but there suddenly throws up its six-line stanzas, and ends the story with six four-line stanzas, a circumstance not noticed by Mr. Hazlitt. The present copy either wants half a stanza after |. 495, or a stanza of 9 lines is given at 1. 493-501, as in stanzas of four lines one is often increased to six. Mr. Hazlitt’s introduction gives all the bibliography of the poem, except a notice of Mr. Halliwell’s print of it in the Warton Club “ Early English Miscellanies,” 1854, p. 46-62, from Mr. Ormsby Gore’s Porkington MS. No. 10. This Porkington copy is in seventy-one six-line stanzas (426 lines), but does not contain the citation of the boy before the “ officiall” and the scene in court. The tale ends at 1. 402 (corresponding with 1, 396 here, no doubt the end of the first version of the tale), the last four stanzas winding it up with a moral. THAT god that dyed for vs all [page 97.) May Goa & dranke both vinigar & gall, iombwe bringe vs out of balle,? 4 and gine them both good life & longe which listen doe vnto my songe, or tend vnto my tale‘! 1 The rhyme er where requires 209, col. 1. E. E, Text Soc. 1867.—F. that it should be written or pronounced Collated with acopyin Popys lib FRERE, as in Chaucer.—P. In our 12°, Vol. N°. 368, Lettered, Wallace.—| earliest Rhyming Dictionary, Levine's This song is very different and much wu- Manipulus, 1570, under the words in _porior to the common printed story book. care, are entered a Bryar, a Fryar, a For ate woo st. 71 428, p.25].—P. Whyer, chorus, a Quear of paper, lider, bale.—P. * tale —lo Aman, thrloe ‘has a fon by ‘iret whom he loves well, fare ‘The step- mother ake ther husband to send him away. ‘The husband will not, » who. ? his first. 16 4 28 32 . achild. * ie. unlucky, full of waggery. * loved him very well.—P. FRYAR AND BOYE. there dwelt a man in my countrye which! in his life had wiues 3, a blessing full of Toye! By the first wife a sonne he had,? which was a prettye sturdye Iadde, a good vnhappy? boye. His father loued him well,¢ but his stepmother noue[r] a deale,— I tell you as I thinke,— All things shee thought lost, by the roode, which to the boy did anye good,* as either meate or drinke ; And yet I-wis it was but badde, nor halfe enouge therof he hade, but euermore the worst ; And therfore euill might shee fare, that did® the litle boy such care, soe forth? as shee durst. ‘Vato the man the wiffo gan say, “1 wold you wold put® this boy awaye, & that right soone in haste ; ‘Trulie he is a cursed lade? ! I wold somo other man him hade that wold him better chast.!0” Then said the goodman, “ dame," not soe, I will not lett the yonge boy goc, he is but tender of age ;?? * 60 far forth.— * T would yo pu * wicked lad. —P. ¥ i.e, chasten, chastise-—P. + whieh might the boy do.—P. 4 dane in MS.--F, * that wrought. —P. 1 He's but of tendor age-—P.36 40 “ 48 52 56 60 Vt FRYAR AND BOYE. ll Hee shall this yeere with me! abyde till he be growne more strong & tryde ffor to win better wage: “ Wee haue a man, a sturdie lout, at proporee which keepeth? our neate the feilds about, or nerds & sleepeth all the day, — He shall come home,’ as god me shecld, and the Boy shall into the feild to keepe them if hee may.” ‘Then sayd the wiffe in verament, Nerany “husband, therto I giue consent, , for that I thinke it neede.” On the Morrow when it was day, the litle boy went on his way vnto the feild® with speede. Of noe man hee tooke anye care,* sing but song “hey ho! away the Mare?!” much mirth® he did pursue ; fforth hee went® with might & maino vntill he came vnto" the plaine, where he his!! dinner drew. But when he saw it was soe bad, Tre fond full litle list therto he had, Serine but put it from? sight, that he Saying he had noe list to! tast, but that" his hunger still shold last till hee came home att Night. ' with me this year.—P. * with mirth—P. 2 who eepe.—P. Forward he drew.—P. bide home.—P. * And Jack shall pass.—P. * towards the fold “tookhe . . cure—P. 7 mure.—P.12 An old am And as the boy sate on a hill, way, there came an old man him vntill, was walking by the way; 64 “Sonne,” he said, “god thee see! !” “ now weloome, father, may you bee?!” the litle boy gan say.* poe ask for Tho old man sayd, “I hunger sore; ‘The boy, 68 then hast‘ thou any meate in store ite has which thou mightest® giue to me?” The child § replyed, “soe god me saue! to such poore victualls as I haue, 72 right weloome shall you be.” ‘The old spon Of this the old man was full gladd, [page 98.) Lappy, the boy drew forth such as he hadd, & sayd ‘‘ goe to gladlie.” 76 The old man easie was to please, he eate? & made himselfe att ease, saying, “‘sonne, god amereye ®! vate “Sonne,” he sayd, “ thou hast giuen meate to me,? choose three 80 & I will gine 3 things to thee,'° what ere thou wilt intreat.”” Me coats Then sayd the boy, “tis best, I trow,!! that yee bestow on me'? a bowe 4 with which I burds may gett.” - The ola “A bow, my sonne, I will thee gine, Proms the which shall Last while thou dost line, good one, was neuer bow more fitt!3 » 4 Who said my son now God thee see, * gramercye.—P. —P. * And for the meate thou gave to me. # full welcome father . . . . ye.-—P. -?P. * did say—P, ‘Iwill . . unto—P. + Jack, hast.—P. "The best. . know.—P. ® mayest—P. 7 x give to me.—P. * the boy.—P. 41 Yea never bow nor break.—P. 7 he ate.—P. FRYAR AND BOYE.8 FRYAR AND BOYE, ffor if thou shoot therin all day, waking or winking, or! anye waye, the marke? thou shalt hitt.” Now when the bowe in hand he felt, 92 & had the? arrowes vnder his belt, hartilye he langht I-wiss,é And sayd, “had I a pipo with-all, tho neuer litle or soe small,* 96 I then had all my wishe.”® “ A pipe, sonne, thon shalt haue alsoe,? which in true Musicke soe shall goe— I put thee out of doubt— 100 As who that liues*® & shall it heare, shall haue noe power to forbeare, but laugh & leape about. “Now tell me what the 3! shalbee ; 104 for 8 things I will giue® to thee as I haue sayd before.” The boy then smiling, answere made, “T haue enough for my pore trade, 108 I will desire noe more.”” The old man sayd, “ my troth is plight, thou shalt haue all I thee behight !9; say on now, let me see.” 12 “ Att home I haue,” the boy replyde, “a cruell step dame fall of pride, who is most enrat to mee ; 1 walking: del. or—P. 5 Lien tl still « Ho merry ve 1 &e—P. * ‘Though ne'er #0 little. — oyna wip a2 7 shalt thou have.—P. * that whoxo-ever.—P. ® will I give-—P. '© Iehight, printed copy, hight, behote, promittere, missus, pollicitus,—P, 13 and gives it He chooses 2. apipe. ‘The old man him a very charm ‘one, ‘The boy te content ‘The old man bide him, choose his third sent. Po chett ; be- vovera, prusFRYAR AND BOYE. ‘The boy “when meate my father gines to mee, TEuTe 116 shoo wishes poyson it might bee, mother and stares me in the! face: spltetully at Now when shee gazeth on me soe, “amplet I wold shee might a rapp? let goe 120 that might ring through the place.” ‘Theoldman ‘The old man answered then anon, peer “ when-ere? shee lookes thy face vpon, her tayle shall wind‘ the horne*® 124 Soe Lowdlye, that who shold § it heare shall not be able to forbeare, but laugh her vnto scorne. and departe, “Soe, farwell sonne!” the old man eryed; 128 “ god keepe you, Sir!” the boy replyed, “T take my leaue of thee ! God, that blest? of all things, may keepe ® thee save® both night & day !” 1s2 “ gramercy, sonne!”” sayd hee. acta ‘When it grew neere vpon"® the night, irate Iacke, well prepared," hied home fulll right ;— itt was his ordinance ;— 136 And as he went his pipe did blow, the whilest his cattell on a row about him gan to ! dance ; » stareth in my.—P. * fart—P. And wisshed it had Leen wexed * that—P. With a wispe of firses, * wynd—P. (ed. Wright, v. 1, p. 98, 1. 3171-6)—F. * Compare Gloton in the Vision of © ghall.—P. Picre Plowman, who + And he that best.—P, blew his rounde ruwet eee tere At his rugge-bones ende, That alle that heard that horn 1 advi Helde hir noses after, = a 1° drew + unto—P,44 48 152 156 FRYAR AND BOYE. Thus to the towne he pipt! fall trim, — (pages. his skipping beasts did? follow him into his ffathers close. He went & put them [up] each 3 one; which done, he homewards went anon ; ¢ vnto his fathers hall® he gooes. His ffather att his supper sate, & litle Iacke espyed well thatt, and said to him anon, “father, all day I kept your neate, at night I pray you giue me some® meate, Tam? bungrye, by Saint Iohn! “ Meateless® I haue lyen all the day, & kept your beasts, they did not stray ; My dinner was but ill.” His ffather tooke a Capon® winge, & at the boy” he did it fling, bidding him eate his fill. This greeued"! his stepdames hart full sore, who lothed'* the Ladd still more & more; 160 164 shee stared him in the face: with that shee let goe such a blast that made" the people all agast, itt sounded’ through the place ; Each one laught & made'* good game, but the curst wife grew red for shame & wisht shee had beene gone. finds bis father supping, and asks for help. him, fulfils the old man's promise, and is Inughed at. ’ pipes.—P. * capon's.—P. 2 do.—P. * at his son.—P. * up each—P. ™ Toathes.—P. + Then went into the house anon.—P, 2 grievos.—P. » into the hall.—P. And stares—P, * del.—P. “ As made,—-P. Tm—P. ‘And sounded.—P. * meatless.—P. ‘* did laugh & make.—P.16 FRYAR AND BOYE. “ Perdy,” the boy sayd, “ well I wott that gun was both well charged! & shott, 7 168 & might haue broke a stone.” Bhe stares ffull curstlye? shee lookt on him tho: again, with tho rane that looke another cracke? lett goe result. which did a thunder‘ rise. 172 Quoth the boy, “ did® you euer seo @ woman let her pelletts flee More thicke & more at ease ? The boy “ffye!” said the boy vnto his dame, 176 “temper your® teltale bamm, for shame !” which made her full of sorrow. “Dame,”? said the goodman, “ goe thy way, for why, I sweare, by night nor day® go thy geere is not to borrow.” Bho tells ber Now afterwards, as you shall heare, yrneion 188 192 Vato the house there came a fryar, & lay there all the night. The wiffe this fryer loued as a Saint,® & to him made a great complaint of Iackes most vile despight. “We haue,” quoth shee, “within, T-wis, a wiced boy,—none shrewder is,— which doth me mighty care ; I dare not looke vpon his face, or hardly tell! my shameful case, soe filthylie I fare ; » well, not in P. C.—P. + Cp. Cotgrave’s Feroce, cruell, fiorce, curat, hardhearted, sterne, austere: “the auncient Romanes . . vsed to ty a wispe of Hay about the one horne of a shrewd or curst Beast,” (w. foin). “Bello femme mauvaise teste: Pro. Faire women cither curst or cruell be.”—F. > And then another fart— P. * Which gart the Thundor.—P. * Quoth ek, Sir, did —P. © thy. —P. + good maid.—P, * and day.—P. * This wife did love him as o saint. » shew.--P.FRYAR AND BOYE. 7 “ for gods loue meet this boy! to-morrow, and asks bisa beat him well, & gine him sorrow, penny. & make? him blind or lame.” 196 The fryar swore he wold him beat, the wife prayd him? not to forgett, the boy did her much shame : “Some wiche he is,’ quoth* shee, “I smell.” ‘The friar 200 “but,” quoth the fryar, “De beat him well! ae of that take you noe care ; Tle teach him witchcraft, if I may.” 0,” quoth the wiffe, “ doe soe, I pray, 204 ~— lay on & doe not spare.” Early next morne the boy arose, Nett day & to the field fall soone he goes, pocrnield his cattell for to driue. Fellow by 208 The fryer then’ vp as early gatt, tage too AT he was afrayd to come to® late, he ran’ fall fast & blythe. But when he came vnto the land,* moss 212 he found where litle Iacke did stand, xan bs keeping his beasts alone. 7 “Now, boy,” he sayd, “god giue theo shame! what hast thou done to thy stopdame ? 216 tell me forthwith anon! “ And if thou canst not quitt® thee well, Tle beate thee till thy body swell, I will not longer! byde.” 1 For my sake meet him.—P. * he came too.—P. 2 You, make—P. * And ran—P, * She prayed him.—P. * upon the land.—P, * Ho is a witch, q™—P. * quite.—P, > dele then,—P. © no longer.—P.18 220 228 Shoots it, 232 ‘The friar gone among the bushes 236 FRYAR AND BOYE. The boy replyed, “ what ayleth thee ? my stepdame is as well as thee ; what needs you thus to Chyde?! “Come, will you seemy ? arrow flye & hitt yon small bird in? the eye, & other things withall ? Sir fryer, tho I* haue litle witt, yett yonder bird I meane to hitt, & giue her you I shall.” There sate a small birde in a® bryar: “Shoot, shoot, you wagg,” then sayd tho fryer, “for that I long to see.””6 Iacke hitt the bird vpon the head soe right that shee fell downe for dead, noe further cold shee flee. ffast to the bush the fryar went, & vp the bird in hand? hee hent,¢ Side piper” much wondering at the chance. him danoe. Meane while® Iacke tooke his pipe & playd soe lowd, the fryar grew mad apaide,!? 240 & fell to! skip & dance; ‘The lary, Now sooner was!? the pipes sound heard, teh a tear ita but Bedlam like he bou[n]eet & fared, & leapt the bush about; 244 The sharpe bryars cacth' him by the face, & by the breech & other place, that fast the blood ran out; ) Clyde in MS.—F. ,, i, prehendere, ‘ipere.— Se ovil ine—P. Sunice—P teers Spore * yon . * mean time—P. 1 perhaps mal-apaid. Id est ill-apsid. Sona. See p. 363, lin. 23 (of MS.].—P. © that "And gan to.—P. no... he—P. * hent, seized, Inid hold on. Johnson: madmun-like.—P. ' serateht.—P.248 252 256 264 268 a72 ) He tare.—P, * His cap.—P. * cowle, a monk's hood.—P. « garment, * the whil * at intervals.—F. FRYAR AND BOYE. 19 It tare! his clothes downe to the skirt, his cope,? his coole,? his linen shirt, & euery other weede.* The thornes this while® were rough & thicke, & did his priay members pricke, that fast they gan to bleede. Tacke, as he piped, langht amonge ®; Jock laughs. the fryar with bryars was vildlye stunge, he hopped wonderous hye. Att last the fryar held vp his hand, The friar & said, “I can noe longer stand! oe Oh! I shall dancing dye! “ Gentle Iacke, thy pipe hold still, deck te & here I vow for goode nor ill to doe thee any woe!” Iacke laug[h]ing, to him thus replyed, fryer, sckipp out on the? other side, thou hast free leaue to goe.”” Out of the bush the fryar then went, ‘The friar ‘gooe away ragged and Iacerated, all Martird,® raggd,® scratcht & rent, & tone on euery side; Hardly on him was left a clout to wrap his belly round about, his harlotrye to hide. ‘The thornes had scratcht him by the face, the hands, the thighes,'° & euery place, he was all bathed in bloode wed, wid.—F. Gfawin] D[ouglas].—P. 7 at the—P, ‘ on hunds & thighs —P.20 FRYAR AND BOYE, Soe much, that who the fryar did see, for feare of him was faine' to flee, 276 thinking he had beene woode. pee When to the good wife home? he came, Cage 101.) he made noe bragge for verry shame to see his clothes rent all ; 280 Much sorrow in his hart he had, & ouery man did guesse him made* when he was in the hall. The goodwiffe said, “ where hast thou beene ? 284 sure in some evill place, I weene, by sight of thine array.” gad rosounte “Dame,” said he, “I came from thy sonne ; the devill & he hath me vndone, 288 noe man him conquer may.” ee an with that the goodman he came in, of the boy the wiffe sett on her madding pin, goodman, cryed, “heeres® a foule array ! 293 thy sonne, that is thy liffe & deere, hath almost slaine the holy fryar,° alas & welaway !”” pte inquires The goodman said, “ Benedicitee ! case, 296 what hath the vile boy done to thee ? now tell me without let.” “The devill him take! 7 the fryar he sayd, “he made me dance, despite my head,® 300 among the thornes the hey-to-bee.? ” ? were fain. * MS. hone.- * mad.—P, : . * See note ? to 1, 484, p. 28.—F. ® hey-go-beat.—P. Hey, tosport, play * here is,—P. or gambol ; to kick about. “Hulliwell.—F. f308 312 316 320 324 nt * Jet lin, cessare, desinere, desistere.— FRYAR AND BOYE. he goodman said vnto him thoe, father! hadst thou beene murdered soc, it had beene! deadly sine.” The fryar to him made this replye, “the pipe did sound soe Merrilye that I cold never blin.3” Now when it grew to almost night, Tacke the boy came home full right as he was wont to doo; But when he came into‘ the hall, full soone his father did him call, & bad him come him too: “Boy,” he said, “come tell me heare,’ what hast thou done vnto this fryer ? lye not in any thing.” “ father,” he said, “now by my birthe, I plaide him but a fitt of Mirth & pipet him vp a spring.” “That pipe,” said his father, “wold I heare.” “now god forbidd!”” oryed out the fryar® ; his hands he then did'® wringe. “ Yon shall,” the boy said, “ by gods grace.” the ffryar replyed, “woe & alas!” making his sorrowes ringe. “ffor gods loue!” said the warched fryar,!! “& if you will that strange pipe heare, binde me fast to a post! sh? be:—It had been no deadly ee him a—P, 21 and, when Jack comes home, calls him to acenant for his doings. Wishes himself to hear the pipe. At his own ‘request the friar hore oa ag tothe if for 0 ) BF. copy. —P. int the ‘did he. " frere.—P, me hear.—P.328 is bound fast tow Post, 332 336 340 Jack pipes, ‘and every ‘creatn dances, 348 the goodman 352 FRYAR AND BOYE, for sare my fortune thus I reade, if dance I doe, I am but deade, my woe-full life is lost!” Strong ropes they tooke, both sharpe é& round, & to the post the fryer bounde* in the middest? of the hall. All they which att? the table sate, laughed & made good sport theratt, sayinge, “ fryer, thou canst not fall!” Then sayd the goodman to the boy, “Iacke, pipe me vp a merry toye, pipe freelye when thou will!” “ father,” the boy said, “ verelye you shall haue mirth enoughe & glee till you bidd me bee still.” ‘With that his pipe he quicklye sent, & pipt, the whilest in verament each creature gan to dance ; Lightly thé scikipt & leapt about, yarking® in their leggs, now in, now out, striuing aloft to prance. The good man, as in sad dispaire, [page 102.} leapt out & through & ore his chayre, noe man cold caper hyer ®; Some others leapt quite ore the stockes, some start att strawes & fell att blockes,” some® wallowed in the fyer. » they bound. —P. throw out or move with a spring— ? middle—P. * hent.—P, Johnson.—P. . see higher.—P. * o'er blocks.—P. * MS. sone, with a mark of contraction * yerking their Legs. To yerk isto over the n.—F.356 360 364 368 372 380 FRYAR AND BOYE. The goodman made himselfe good sport to seo them dance! in this madd sortt ; the goodwiffe sate not still, But as shee dancet shee? looket on Iacke, & fast her tayle did double each cracke, lowd as a water Mill. The fryer this while was almost lost, he knocket# his pate against the post, it was his dancing grace; The rope rubd him vnder the chinn* that the blood ran from his tattered sckin in many a Naked place. Iacke, piping, ran into the street ; they followed him with nimble ffeet, hauing noe power to stay, ‘And in their hast they® dore did cracke, eche tumbling over his ffellows backe vnmindfull of their way. The Neighbors that were dwelling by, hearing the pipe soe Merrilye, came dancing to the gate; Some leapt ore dores, some oer the hatch,® Noe man wold stay to draw the latch but thought they came to Late; Some sicke or sleeping in their bedd, as thé? by chance lift vp their heade, were with the pipe awaked ; ) the dance.—P. * the—P. ? But dancing still she.—P. A * knockt.—P. Gloss.—F. * chim, MS.—F. his chin.—P. 7 they.--P. ‘ket, or half-door. 23 and bis wife, ‘The friar, in spite of his pre- cautions, in mach Jack into th street with his dancers, even sick folks, and undrewed, Halliwell’s24 and lame, At last Jack, tired, reste. ‘The friar summons Jock to * belore the 388 392 404 408 FRYAR AND BOYR. Straight forth! thé * start thorrow dores & kockes,3 some in their shirts, some in their smockes, & some starke belly naked. When all were gathered round about, there was a vild vnrulye rout : that dancing‘ in the street, Of which, some lame that cold not goe, strining to leape, did tumble soe they dancet on hands & feet. Iacke tyred with the sport said, “ now Ie rest.” “ doo,” quoth his father, “I hold it best, thou cloyest me with this cheere® ; I pray thee, boy, now’ quiett sit; in faith® this was the Merryest fitt I heard this 7 yeere.” All those® that dancing thither came, laught heartilye & made good game, yett some gott many a fall. “Thon cursed boy!” eryed out the! fryar,!! “heere I doe summon theo to appeare '? beffore the Officiall ! “Looke thou be there on fryday next; Tlo meet thee then, thon!® now perplext; for to ordaine thee sorrow.'* ” The boy replyed, “I make'® avowe, fryer, Ile appeare as soone as thou, if fryday were to Morrowe.” * this not in P[rinted] Copy]—P. * thou.—P. openings; cf. Phillips. * In truth.—P. “ Among Sea-men Cocks arelittle square —_* these. pivces of Brass, with Holes in them, put” MS, thy.—F. into the middle of great Wooden Shivers, "" frere.—P, to keep them from splitting at nd galling thee appear.—P. ty the Pin of the Block or Pulley on™ though-—P- which they turn."—F. 1 they sorro * danced.—P. © with sport—P. TW mako—P. |412 416 FRYAR AND BOYE. But fryday camo, as you shall heare ; Tackes stepdam & the dancing fryar,' together they were mett, And other people a great pace flockt to the court to heare eche case : the Officiall * was sett. Much c[iJuill matters were to doo, more libells read then one o tow? both [against priest & clarke ; ]* 25 On Friday: all the world flocks to the court. Other business disposed of, Some there had testaments to proue, (page 103.) some women there through wanton loue, 420 which gott strokes in the darke. Each Proctor® there did plead his case ; whon forth did stepp fryer Topias® the friar forward, & Inckes stepdame alsoe : 424 “Sir Official,” a-lowd said hee, “T haue brought a wicked boy to thee, hath done me mightye woe; “ He is a wiche, as I doe feare, 428 in Orleance’ he can find noe peere, and accuses Jack of witchcraft 5 this of my troth® I know.” * frere.—P. 2 Phillips defines an Offcial, “In the Canon Law,» Person to whom any Bishop commits tho Charge of his Spiritual Ju- risdiction ; the Chancelloror Judge of a Bishop's Court. In theStatuto or Common Law, a Deputy whom an Archdeacon substitutes in the executing of his Juris- diction.” Chaucer, in his Freres Tale, tells us the offences that an Archdeacon tried, and we quote his words to illustrate the next stanza above— Whilom there was dwellyng in my countre An erchedeken, a man of gret degre, That boldely did execucioun In punyschyng of fornicacioun, Of wicchecraft, and eck of bauderye, Of diffamacioun, and avoutrie, Of chirche-reves, and of featamentes, Of contractes, and of lak of sacraments, ‘And eck of many another [maner] eryme Which needith not to reherso at ‘this tyme. Canterlury Tales, od. Morris, v. 2, p. 246, 1. 1-10; ed. Wright, p. 78, col. 2, 1, 6883-90.—F. * one or two.—P. «MS. cut away. “Both with preest and clerke,” ed. Hazlitt; but the bits of lettors left in the folio require against and priest.—F. * Proctor, an Advocate who, for his Fee, undertakes to manage another Man's ‘Causo in any Court of the Civilor Eccle- siastical Law: Phillips.—F. * Tobias.—P. * alluding to the Pucelle d’Orleans, accounted a witch by the English.—P. * of my ruth.—P.26 FRYAR AND BOYE. nd oo dots “ He is a Devill,” quoth the wiffe, other, “ & almost hath bereaued my! liffe!” 492 at that her taile did blow Soe lowd, the assembly laught theratt, & said ‘her pistolls cracke? was flatt, the charge was all amisse.’ 436 “Dame,” quoth the gentle Oficiall, “ proceed & tell me forth thy tale, & doe not let for this.” batt The wiffe that feared another cracke, Dada and 440 stood mute, & neere a word shee spake ; dum. shame put her in such dread. “Ha!” said the fryer right angerlye, Jane! this is all along sill of? thee ; 444 now euill mayst# thon speed! ” The har The fryer said, “ Sir Officiall ! Sacks pipe, this wicked boy will vexe vs all vnlesse you doe him chast. 48 Sir, he hath yett a pipe tralye will make you dance & leape fall hie & breake your hart at last.” and raise The Officiall replyd, “ perdee! cura, 452. such a pipe faine wold® I see, & what mirth it can make.” “ Now god forbidd!” replyed the fryar,* that ere wee shold that vild pipe heare 456 ere I my way hence take.” ) almost ber me of my.—P. * all still long of.—P. ? sill, beam. ? Compare Russell's Boke of Nurture, —F. 1 304 :— * mote—P, And cuer beware of gunnes with thy I fain would—P, °° frere.—P. hynder ende blastyng.—F.FRYAR AND BOYE. 27 “Pipe on, Icke!” sayd the officiall, at howe “ & let me heare thy cuning? all.” Peer Iacke blew his pipe fall lowde Poets 4co That euery man start vp & dancte; , Proctors & preists, & somners? pranct, & all in that great crowde ; Over the deske the official ran, 464 & hopt vpon the table, then straight Iumpt vnto? the flore. The fryer that danct! as fast as hee, mett him midway, & dangerouslyo 468 broke cithers® face full sore. The register leapt from his pen, The & hopt into the throng of men, iahorn’ his inkhorne in his hande ; soe 472 with swinging round about his head, ot some he strucke® blind, some almost dead, some they cold hardly stand. The proctors flung their bills? about, Proctors and 476 the goodwiues tayle gane many a shont, Bally? perfuming all the Mirthe ; The Somners, as they had beene woode, leapt ore the formes & seates a goode,* 480 & wallowed on the earth. Wenches that for their pennance came, & other Meeds of wordlyc® shame, danct 9 euery one as fast; » cunning —P. * strake. sompners or somners,i.e.ummoners, the bills. they whe sete to the court.—P. * ie. at oR ied rate—P. Cp. our “a good * worldly.—P. P.28 484 At last the oficial begs the boy to 4gg Rivo over playing. 492 Jack will do ro on condition of ‘an amnesty. 496 The condition agreed to, 500 Jack st his pipe, 504 FRYAR AND BOYE. Each sett on! a merry pin,? some broke their heads, & somo their shin, & some their noses brast. The officiall thus sore turmayld, Halfe swelt® with sweat, & almost spoyld, (page 104.) cryed to the wanton childe “To pipe noo more within that place, but stay the sound, euen for gods grace, & loue of Mary Milde.’ Jacke sayd, “as you will, it shalbo, provided I may hence goo free, & no man doe me wrong, Neither this woman nor this fryor, nor any other creature heere.”” he answered him anon, “Tncke, I to thee my promise plight, in thy defence I mean to fight, & will oppose thy fone.” Tacke ceast” his pipes: then all still stood ; some laughing hard, some raging woode. 500 parted at that tide The Officiall & the Somner, the stepdame & the wicked fryer,® with much Ioy, mirth, & pride. ffins. * Half @ stanzn_secms wanting here ? On the pin, on the gui vive. Ina and in Pr. Copy.—P. merry pin, i.c. a merry humour, half * frere, intoxicated. Halliweil's Gloss,—F, * fone, 3.—P. 2 MS. pared away, read hy Berey.—F, 7 cast.—P. * frore.—P,16 20 29 As & was ridinge bp the wap.' [Pago 104 of MS.] AS 1 was ryding by the way, a woman profered mo a bagge, & 40%, cattell more, to stay & gine her belly but a swaggo. A pox on the whore, they were but serapps that I supposed was single monye ; the cattell had lice, or else perhapps T had light and tooke her by the coney. I had not further rydd a Myle but I mett with » market Maide who sunge, the way for to beguile, in these same words, and thus shee said : “Tee the Bull dothe Bull the cow; & shall I live a maiden still ? I see tho bore doth brim the sow ; & yet there is neuer ® Iacke for gill.” Thad some hope, & to her spoke, “ sweet hart, shall I put my flesh in thine?” “ with all my hart, Sir! your nose in my arse,” quoth she, “ for to keepe out the winde.” Shee rydo vpon a tyred mare, & to renenge noo time withstoode, I bluntlye asket pro to occupye her ; but first shee wold know wherfore that was good. * A looso but humorous song. —P, c2 First ¥ mot. 8 woman who wanted me, ‘Then T met a market maid who sang that she wanted a lover. T offered myeall, ‘and sho sold me, Tasked to ooeupy her.30 AS I WAS RIDINGE BY THE WAY. “It will make theo linelye,” I did say, « put Ioy and spiritt in stead of wooe.” myn “ then occupy my mare, I pray, wld 28 good Sir, for shee can hardlye goe.” Lukst to I milder grew, & wold but feele: She said she was neuer felt, but kist ; I was content, & shee said, “ weele, intras —32—syoust kisse ny bum & feele my fist.” I was red & pale with shame & spight to be soe answered of the drabb, that I swore, & spurrd, & away did ride, 36 & of my wooinge was noe blabbe. flins.31 The Man that hath. [Page 104 of MS.] ‘THE man thut hath a hansome wiffe Stolen & keepes her as a treasure, Pret it is my cheefest ioy of liffe 4 to haue her to my pleasure ; But if that man regardless were {page 105.) mnwatched, as tho! he carde not for her, nl tho sheo were like to venus fayre, 8 _ in faith I wold abhor her, If to doe good I were restrained, & to doe euill bidden, I wold be puritan, I sweare, 12 for I Jono the thing forbidden. It is the care that makes the theft ; none loues the thing forsaken ; the bold & willinge whore is left 16 when the modest wench is taken. Caro temp! the theit, Shee dulle thut is? too forwards bent ; not good, but want, is reason ; fish at a feast, & flesh in lent, 20 are never out of scagson. flins. ) MS, has a mark between o and h,—F, 2 ? for is that's—F.32 Bulcina.’ {Page 178 of MS.) Tue first notice of this ballad that Mr. Chappell has found is “in the registers of the Stationers’ Company, under the date of May 22, 1615, [where] there is an entry transferring the right of publication from one printer to another, and it is described as ‘A Ballett of Dulcina, to the tune of Forgoe me nowe, come to me soone,’” the burden of the present ballad : (“ Pop. Music,” vy. 2.p. 771). At v. 1. p. 143 the tune is given ; it is to be played “cheerfully.” The earlier title of the tune seems to have soon disappeared; for, says Mr. Chappell, v. 1. p. 142, “this tune is referred to under the names of ‘ Dulcina,’ ‘As at noon Dulcina rested,’ ‘ From Oberon in Fairy-land,’ and ‘ Robin Goodfellow.’ . . The ballad of ‘As at noon Dulcina rested’ is said, upon the authority of Cayley and Ellis, to have been written by Sir Walter Raleigh. The milk-woman in Walton’s ‘ Angler’ says, ‘What song was it, I pray you? Was it, ‘Come shepherds, deck your heads, or ¢ As at noon Dulcina rested ?’ &c.” Mr. Chappell gives a list of eight ballads and songs directed to be sung to this tune, and the last of them is one that shows an earlier person than Rowland Hill (?) didn’t see why the devil should have all the good tunes to himself: for “Dulcina is one of the tunes to the Psalms and Songs of Sion, turned into the language and set to the tunes of a strange land,” 1642. AS att noone Dule[iJna rested in her swecte & shadé? bower, “tet me there came a shepeard, & requested rape a ty 4 in her lapp to sleepe and hower 8; ) ‘This song is printed in many col- * shady.—P. lections of sougs.—P. * an hour.—P.24 DULCINA. but from her looke a wound he tooke soe deepe, that for a farther boone the Nimph he prayes ; wherto shee sayes “‘forgoe me now, come to me soone.” But in vayne shee did coniure him to depart her presence s0e, hauing thousand tounges to allure him, & but one to say him noe. where lipps invite, & eyes delyght, & cheekes as red as rose in Iune perswade delay, what boots shee say! “forgoe me &.” Words whose hopes might have enioyned him to lett Doxcrva sleepe.? Can e mans louc be confined, or # mayd her promise keepe ? But hee her wast still held as ffast as shee was constant to her tune, though neere aoe fayre her speechers were, “ forgoe me &c.”” Ho demands, “ what time or? pleasure can there be more soone‘ then now?” shee sayes, “night giues loue that leysuro that the day cannott allow.” “the said kind sight forgines delight,” quoth hee, “ moro casilye then tho moono.”” “In Venas playes be bold,” shec sayes, “ fforgoe me &c.”” * to say.—P. * for, qu—P. ? The ¢ has a flourish at the end like * apt, meet, or fit.—P. ? MS. soone.—F. * whic another ¢,—F, 33 “Go away.” “What? go, when your tongue says No, but your yen Year"? Did he tot her deep? No, he held hher fast, “Bo bold,” ae says,34 DULCINA. But who knowes how agreed these lones ? ‘What was the owult? Sheo was fayre, & he was younge ; tounge! may tell what eyes discouer ; EU not tall 36 Toyes vnseene are neuer songe. did shee consent or he relent ? accepts he night, or grants shee none ? left hee her Mayd or not ? shee sayd She sald, “« ” “Go away!” 40“ forgoe me now, come to me soone. > tongues.—P.@f a Puritane, [Page 182 of MS.] Tuere are several other ballads of this kind extant, about Puritans and holy sisters. They were a favourite topic with the Cavaliers, more especially after the Puritans came into power.—W. C. Tr was a puritanicall ladd that was called Mathyas, & he wold goe to Amsterdam to speake with Ananyas. he had not gone past halfe a mile, but he mett his holy sister ; hee layd his bible vnder her breeche, & merylye hee kist her. “ Alas! what wold they wicked say?” quoth shee, “if they had scene itt ! my Buttocckes thé lye to lowe : I wisht appocrypha were in itt !” « but peace, Sweet hart, or ere wee part,— I speake itt out of pure devotion,— by yee & nay Ile not away till thou feele my spiritts motion.” Thé huft & puft with many heaues, till that thé both were tyred, “alas!” quoth shee, “ youlo spoyle the leaues ; my peticoates all Myred ! Mathias, going to ‘Amsterdam, meets his sister, and kisses her, “What would the wicked say if they'd. weon it?” Before we part, you must Teel my spirit’s motion. ‘She does,36 m4 Bho gives 28 shilling, and cs quenet Bis motion, 32 OFF A PURITANE. if wee professors shold bee knowne to the English congregation eyther att Leyden or Amsterdam, itt wold disgrace our nation ; “ But since itt is, that part wee must, tho I am much vawilling, good brother, lets haue the tother thrust, & take thee this fine shilling to beare thy charges as thou goes, & passage ore the ocean.” then downe shee Layd, & since tis sayd, shee quencht his spiritts motion.37 Cooke Laurell. [Pago 182 of MS.] Tats song is from Ben Jonson’s “ Masque of the Metamorphosed Gipsies, as it was thrice presented to King James — first at Burleigh-on-the-Hill, next at Belvoir, and lastly at Windsor, August, 1621.” (Ben Jonson’s Works, ed. Procter (after Gifford), 1838, p. 618.) Puppy the Clown terms it “an excellent song,” and of its singer says, “a sweet songster, and would have done rarely in a cage, with a dish of water and hemp-seed! a fine breast of his own!” Gifford also says: “This ‘ song’ continued long in favour. It is mentioned with praise not only by the poets of Jonson’s age, but by many of those who wrote after the Restoration.” The present copy contains eight more stanzas than Jonson’s own MS, printed by Gifford, and (after him) by Mr. Procter at p. 626 of his edition of Jonson’s Works. The presence of these additional stanzas may be explained by Gifford’s remarks on the Masque itself: “This Masque, as the title tells us, was performed before James and his Court at three several places, As the actors, as well as the spectators, varied at each, it became necessary to vary the Tanguage and Jonson, who always attended the presentation ‘of his pieces was called on for additions adapted to the performers and the place. Theso unfortunately are not very dis- tinetly marked either in the MS. or the printed copies, though occasional notices of them appear in the former. As everything that was successively written for the new characters is not come down to us, the Gipsies Mea! } By Ben Jonson. See Dryden's Mise. vol. 2. pago 142, Seo also Bon Jonson's Works, vol. 6. p. 103. Seo Pepys Col- lection, vol. 4, page 284.—P. Seo Chap- pell's Popular Music, p, 160-1, Another copy of this Ballad is in the Roxburghe Colloction, ii. 445. Percy's reference to Dryden's Miscellanies is to the fourth edi- tion of 1716, where Cook Laurel is called “A Song on the Devil's Arse of the Peak. By Ben Jonson.” It is reprinted from the folio edition, as it has the three extra verses at the end, and slirted for flirted in the stanza before them. This poom is not in tho original edition of the Mis- cellanics, Part U., in 1685.—F.38 COOKE LAURELL. appears of immoderate length, it must however have been highly relished by he Court; and the spirit and accuracy with which the male characters are drawn, and the delicacy and sweetness with which some of the female ones are depicted. though they cannot delight (as at the time) by the happiness of thoir application, may vet be perused with pleasure as specimens of poetic excéllence, ingenious Hattery, or adroit satire.”"—en Jonson's Works (ed. Gifford, 1816), vol. vii. p. 363. * On the text of this Metumourphosed Gipsies Gifford says in his Introduction : “A Masque, &e.] From the foliv 1041. But a copy of it had stolen abroad, and been printed the year before, together with « fow of Jonson's minor poems, by J. Okes, in 12mo. “The folio, never greatly to be trusted, is here grievously incorrect, and roves the miserable Incapacity of those into whose hands the poet’s papers Ei "the surreptitious copy in 12mo. is somewhat less imperfect, but yet leaves many errors, These I have been enabled in some measure to remore, by the assistance of aMS. in the possession of my friend Richard Heber, Esq., to whose invaluable collection, as the reader is already apprised, I have so many obligations, This, which is in his own hand, and is perhaps the only MS. piece of Jonson’s in’ existence, is more full and correct than either of the Printed copies the folio in particular, and is certainly prior to them both, Tt ils up many lune and, in once instance, completes a stanza by furnishing three li ines, which no ingenuity could have supplied.” In speaking of Jonson’s Masques, Mr. Procter says, “ Jonson returned to London in May, 1619,” and “speaks of his wel- come by King James, who was pleased to see him. Towards the end of May our author went to Oxford, where he resided for some time at Christchurch, with Corbet, afterwards Bishop of Norwich, with whom he was on terms of friendship. During his stay at Oxford he composed several of his Masques and other works; quitting the place occasionally, however, to accompany the Court in its royal progresses, and probably visiting the gentry around. Amongst these Masques, the best were, The Vision of Delight, Pleaswre reconciled to Virtue, and The Gypsies Meta- morphosed. Although the dialogue in the Masques, generally, strikes us as being tedious and somewhat too pedantic, yet the contrast of the Masque with the Anti-Masque—the mixture of the elegant with the grotesque, the introduction of graceful dances, the ingenious machinery, and the music ‘ married’ to the charming lyrics, of which these little dramas are full, must havo rendered them in the main very delightful performances... . TheCOOKE LAURELL. 39 Metamorphosed Gypsies is a much longer and more elaborate performance than the others. It comprises, as its title will pro- bably suggest, a considerable quantity of the gipsy cant or slang, and some rough and not over-delicate jesting; but several of the lyrics are, as usual, very delightful.” (P. xxiii-iv.) The present song is the answer to the following question of Puppy’s to the gipsy Patrico :—“ But I pray, sir, if a man might ask on you, how came your Captain’s place first to be called ‘the Devil's Arse?’” Mr. Chappell prints the tune of it at p. 161 of his Popular Music, and says that other copies of the song are in the Pepys Collection of Ballads, and, with music, in Pille to purge Melancholy. Also that “in S. Rowland’s Martin Markhall, his defence and answer to the Bellman of London, 1610, is a list of rogues hy profession, in which Cock Lorvel stands second. He is thus described :—‘ After him succeeded, by the general council, one Cock Lorrell, the most notorious knave that ever lived.’.. By trade he was a tinker, often carrying a pan and hammer for shew; but when he came to a good booty, he would cast his profession into a ditch, and play the padder.” Gifford, who quotes the same treatise from Beloe’s Anecdotes, adds that Cock Lorrell as he ‘past through the town would crie, Ha’ ye any worke for a tinker? To write of his knaveries, it would aske a long time. This was he that reduced in forme the Catalogue of Vagabonds or Quartern of Knaves, called the Five and twentie Orders of Knaves. This Cock Lorell continued among them longer than any of his predecessors; for he ruled almost two and twentie years until the year A.p. 1533, and about the five and twenty year of Hen. VIII.” In 1565, says Mr. Chappell, a book was printed called The Fraternitye of Vaca- bondes; whereunto also is adjoyned the twenty-five orders of knaves: confirmed for ever by Cocke Lovell. Cocke Lorell’s Bote, printed by Wynkyn de Worde, is, we hope, so well known by the Percy Society’s edition of it, as to need no further mention.40 COOKE LAURELL. Cooke Lanrell asks the Devil todinner. COOKE Laurell wold needs have the devill his guest, who came in his hole! to the Peake to dinner, Where never ffeend had such a feast 4 provided him yet att tho charge of a sinner. His stomacke was queasie, he came thither coachet,? the Iogging itt made some cradityes ryse; his owne priuye '° kitchen had noe?! such meate. ‘With Sempsters & tire women fiitt for his pallatt,!* Tyo Derit to helpe itt hee Called for a puritan pochet Porites; 8 that veed to turne up the eggs of his eyes. And soe recovered to* his wish, ho sett him downe § & fell to? Meate ; then, Pro- Promooters® in plumbe® broth was his first dish, motcrs in plum broth, 12 Si i ty Splektea Sixe pickeld taylors slasht 3 & cutt, andasied With ffeathermen!® & perfumers put "16 Some 12 in a charger, to make a graue'® sallett. Yett thoo with thia hee much was taken, Upon a sudden hee shifted his trencher, Norte & soone 7 he spyed the Baude & Bacon '* ‘Bacon, 20 tohis hole in the &e.—P. And bade him in,—W. (or Works, ed. Procter, aftor Gifford.) * conched—P. —* had.—P. * poached.—P. unto, eXtmight—P, This -P. * A Promoter: s. An informer; from promoting causes or prosecutions... . "There goes but a pairof sheers between a promoter and a knave.” (Match at Midn. Old Plays, vii. 367) in Nures—F. ® plumb Pottago—P. MS. may be plimke. “Plum-broth: an article in cookery which appears to have been formerly in great repute, and to have by which you may know !® the devill is a wencher.”° ‘een a favourite Christmas dish :” Nares. See the long recipe in Nares for making it—F. % privy.—P. The first ¢ has been changed into y.—F. _" nevor.—P. 1 W, transposes this and the next stanza.—F, slashed, sliced —P. late.—P. sesh Randolph's Muses Looking Glass. 1 grand —P. 1 gs soon as.—W. 1® a Baud's fat bacon—P. ™ note—P. % Wencher or Wenching-Man, one that keeps Wenches Companye, or goes whoring ; a Whoremaster. Phillips.—F,COOKE LAURELL. 41 A rich ffatt vserer stewed in his Marrowe, stewed & by him a lawyers head in! greene sawee,? a both which his belly tooke in Like » barrowe 24 Asif tell? then he had neuer seene sowce.4 Then, Carbonadoed ® & cooket ® with paynes,? 8 cartona- was sett on ® a clouen sergeants ® face; Joana face, the sawce was made of his yeamans !° braynes, 28 that had beene beaten out with his owne mace. Tow roasted sherriffes camo whole to the borde,— 2 roast the ffeast "! had beene nothing without them ;— aa both lining & dead they were foxed * & fared, 32 theire chaines like sawsinges ? hang about them. The next! dish was & Maior of a towne, Mayor, with a pudding of Maintenance! [thrust !*] in his bellye, like @ gooso in his 1” fethers drest in his gowne, 26 & his couplo " of hinch boyes'® boyled to Tellye. 3bous# * and —W. 1 Soe the Rocipes for“ Pur verde sawco,” in Liber Cure Cocorum, p. 27, & “Vert Sause” (herbs, bread-erumbs, vinegar, pepper, ginger, &e.), in Household Ordi- nances, p. 441. “Grene sawee is good with ‘grene fische.” John Russell's Loke of Nurture, Saweo for Fischo—F. till.—P, W. Souse means pickle.—F- fo, meat broil'd on’ the Coals.—Phillips. And see Markham’s Honsevife—F. 1? pains, caro. “In Cookery Pains signifi cortain Messos proper for Sido- dishes, so call'd as being mado of Bread, stuff'd with soveral sorts of Farces and Ragoos.” Phillips. —F. * brought up.—W. wy eras fhee SP 1 P wore foxes skins as fur, —F, Sausages hanging —P. \ vory next.—P. "™ Cap of Maintenance, one of ‘the Regalia, or Ornaments of State, belong- ing to'the King of England, before whom it is carry'd at tho Coronation, and other great solemnitios. Caps of Main- tenance also are carry'd before the Mayors of soveral Citiesof England. Phillips.—F. ‘© thrust.—P. "7 the. ™ An J has been eltered into p in the MS.—F. io. pages—P. A hench-man or hench-boy, page Chonueur qui marche devant quelque Seigneur de grande au- thorité—Sherwood (in Cotgrave), Seo Mr. Way's note!, Promptorium, p. 293, and Household Ordinances as there re- ferred to. Henchman or Heinsmen, a Ger- man Word signifying a Houschold-Ser- vant; and formerly taken amongst ue for ‘4 Page of Honour or Footman. Phillips. —B. * wa—W.42 COOKE LAURELL. prom A London Cuckold! hott from the spitt: a but * when the Carver vpp had broke? him, the devill chopt up his head att a bitt, [him. 40 but the hornes were verry neere like to have choakt* plgchers The chine of a leacher too there was roasted, shane with « plampe® harlotts haunche & garlike ; a Panders petitoes that had boasted 44 himselfe for a Captaine, yet neuer was warlike. a Midwife A long © ffatt pasty of a Midwife hot: Lai & for a cold baket meat? into the storye, @ reverend painted Lady .was brought, 48 had beene® confined in crust till 9 shee was hooary. an ola To these an ouer worne! justice of peace, ites, With a clarke like gisarne "! trust vnder eche arme ; & warrants for sippitts laid in his owne grace,}* 52 Set ore! a chaffing dish to be kept warme. and a Holy \ Then broyled and broacht !* on a buchers pricke, Kidney, the kidney came in of a holy sister; nearly made this bitt had almost made his devillshipp sicke, sick, 56 that his doctor did feare he wold need a glister. “for harke,” quoth hee, “ how his bellye rambles!” & then with his pawe, that was a reacher, a Traitors hee puld to a pye of a traitors numbles,!® gute’ pie, . : 60 & the gibbletts !7 of a silent teacher. 1 camo hot—P. —? and.—P. 12 groaso.—P. » ovor—W. + «Termes of a Keruer. Breke that W. omits this stanza and the next dere,” (Wynkyn de Worde’s Boke of one—F. ¥ j,e, rosted — Keruyng): the right name therefore for * Humbles. The iumbles of a deer a horned biped.—F, are the Liver, &e.—P. “Noumbles of + to choake. a dere, or best, entrailles. Pulsgrave. * plunpe in MS.—F. * large—W. —Precordia, the numbles, as the hart, the * meat pie.—F. * Aud—W. —spleno, the lunges, and lyver. Elyot. * until shee—P. ™ overgrown.—W. . . .. Skinner writes the word the ‘ hum- " gizeard.—P. | Gyserne (of fowles) bles’ of a stag, and rightly considers it idem quod Garbage supra: Garbage of as derived from umbiticua.” Way in fowls (or, gycerue. infra), Enfera, tel Promptorium, p. 360, noto-—F. enteria, vel exta, Promptorium, p.194, ™ Gybelet, idem quod Garbage (see m. the gyserne of birds, note! above). Gybclet of fowlys. Pro- Jectum. Promptorium.—F,COOKE LAURELL. 43 The Towle of # Iaylor was! serued for a fish, with vinigar? pist by the deane of Dustable? ; tow aldermen lobsters a-sleepe in a dish, {Akenon 64 with a dryed deputye &* a sowcet ® constable.® 7 Those gott him soe feirce a stomacke againe, ‘The Devil that now he wants meate wheron to ffeeda :® us! a he called for the victuals were drest for his traine, ‘They give 6s and they brought him vp an alepotrida,® Poids Wherin were! mingled courtier," clowne, tradsmen,'? marchants,!? banqueronte store, phased Churchmen,!® Lawyers of either gowne,— Lawyers, 72 of civill, commen,!*—player & whore, Conntess,!* servant, Ladyes,' woman, Lailes, mistris,'* chambermaid, coachman,™ knight, Lari? Lord & visher, groome '® & yeaman ; 76 where first the ffeend with his forke did light. ne All which devowred, he now for to close a doth for a8 draught of Derbyo ale call. some Derby he heaued the huge vessell vp to bis nose, a so & loft not till hee had drank"? vp all. top. : y. omits wus.—F. salt & 7 fede P. pam i to salt —l Podrida torrontyse, sat mean salt wyrde pan) ) sae -pot, or a Dish of Moat. echo, savery & fyno. John Russell. made of several Ingrodienta, the chief of joke of Nurture, Sawce for Fische.—] which is Bacon. Phillips —B. * A-constable sous'd with vinegar by. Deputy dried and.—P. Cooked in vinegar, ue, Sowce, a sort of Pickle for a Collar of Brawn, Pork, &.” Phillips —F. «A deputy tart, a churchwarden pye. “ Tw. omits this and the noxt two stansas.—F, 1 Tho first ¢ is made over an A.—F. 4 and—P. % and—and—ond.—P. of civil and common Law. —P, and—and—and—and.—P. groono in MS.—F, }@ then for a close Did for a full. it—P.> 4 Pe smoke; gg. COOKE LAURELL. Then from the table hee gaue a start, where banquett & wine were nothing scarce ; all which hee blew! away with a ffartt, from wence itt was called the Devills arse. And there he made such a breach with the winde, the hole yett? standing open the while, the sente of the vay[pour‘] hee left behind hath since infected® most part of the Ie. And this was tobacco, the learned suppose, which both 7 in countrye, court and towne,* in the devills glister pipe smokes att the nose of punke® & Madam, gallant !° & clowne; ffrom which wicked perfame, swines flesh,!! and linge,'? 8 or any thing else he doth #9 not loue, preserue & send our gracious king 16 such meate as he loues, I beseeche god aboue ! 13 |W. slirted.—Folio ed. 2 W.omite those last three stanzas. —F. * too.— Folio. 4 Scent of theVapour which he left.—P. * That the sent of the vapour, before and.—Folio. * fouly perfumed.—Folio. * sinee.—-Folio, * in Court and in towne.—P. * Polleat.—Folio. mop the bad Gives speech f " Cp. the ‘ipsy’s ech, p. 51 of ‘Masques, inthe Folo edition of 1640: ‘Where tho Cacklers, but no Gruntere, Shall uncas'd be for the Hunters, On which Gifford, vii. 372, says: “a side compliment to the King, who hated pork in all its varieties.”—F. Lota mola (Cuvier) or Gadus molva (Linnseus). The ting, Asellue longus : ffins. Way. Leong, fyachey Lucive marinus: Promptorium.' Norse laanga, Dan. lan Da. linge, lenge, a kind of codfish : We 1808 Or an; thing olae thats feast forthe Our Gepaine and wee, cry God save e ‘And send his good meate, and mirth without end.—p. 72 of Masques, Folio ed. 1640. Tt should seem to mean James I. whose aversion to Tobacco ia well known, as also to Pork—being a Scotchman.—P. which he doth—P. %* James I.'s Counterbiast to Tobacco was first printed in folio, as the King’s work, in 1616. Harris says there was an earlier edition in quarto, without name or date.—F.46 The Mode of ffrance. [Page 193 of MS.] Wu you heare the Mode of france Yl tell you to stopp the monthe of those that done you! P way tpt neatly Leade them in a dance, 4 because wee are behind in mony. If your Lanlord chance to call yous Tad. either for dyett or for rayment, : Leade him ine dance withall, 8 & forgett itt in your payment. If your taylor chance to strike you your Tailor, with his bill, & stay noe Leasure ; Lead him in a dance that likes you, 12 & in-stead of coyne take measure. If your shoomaker come on iplgeltbie aE with his last, & neatly Lead itt ; aT lett [tJhis enerlasting done? 16 see his owne boots? neatly tread itt. Tf your Landlady doe call, our Land: needs must satisfye her pleasure ; iy, shee despises your carrant,* 20 sheele be payd with standing measure. * dun ye—P. * Boots were formerly worn at Balls 7 Let this everlasting Dun.—P. as Pumps now.—P, * currante.—P. ‘current coin —F. v2THE MODE OF FRANCE. If your Lawer' finds you out for fees for this devise or tother, let him dance for all his gonte, & pay one Motion with another. Thus wee range the world about, thus wee scape then all disasters; then Let all the world declare that wee are nimble quicke paymasters. » Lawyer—P, fins,47 Be not afrapy. [Page 104 of MB.] “ BEE not affrayd thon fayrest, thou rarest that euer was made! deny me not a kisse; then thou shalt see the Measure of pleasure 4 that I will haue from thee, what hurts there in this? Then lets imbrace, & lett pleasure be free, the world shall neere take notice how delightfull [we be."] “T see that spyes, both peeping & creeping, 8 in eche corner lyes to hinder all our Ioyes ; but Cupidd shall see, & find them, & blind them thatt hindrance wilbe to the getting of Boyes. Then lets, &c:/ 12 “Venus, Iupiter, faire nature, Dame creature,* Made thee for delight, but yett for none but I; Then lets imbrace, & riffle & trifle, leaue a Iewell in the place, but keeptt till you d{ye.*] 16 Then Leta, &.” “Nay pish! nay fye! youle venter to enter! @ trespas soe high, youle wist were‘ vndone ; should any spie, theyle wonder, looke yonder ; 20 but youle not fly the place you haue begunn. Then Lets, &e. 1 Added by Perey.—F. * dye—P. What will ples eay ? * Dame Nature, faire creature.—P. * wish 'twore.—F.48 BE NOT AFRAYD. Hyon tal “Now you haue enioyed the Measure of pleasure, none. indeed I[’m] destroyed if you speake of it againe ; 24 for women doe proue neclected, reiected, when freedome of love is known to other men. Now you haue enioyed me, & all things be free, in faith youle vndoe me if a teltale you bee. BatIlove 98 “Then heeres my hart! Ile euer endeuer et that wee will neuer part till death assignes the time. ‘that's why I were itt not you, beleene me it wold greeue m[e] err; to doo what I doo; that lone shold be a crime ; thefanttis 32 but it is a fault of soe sweet a degree, bats that sure I am perswaded, court nor country be fr[ee.]” fins:16 20 24 49 Boe pou meane. [Page 197 of MS.] Dok yon meane to ouerthrow me? ont! alas! I am betraid! what! is this the loue you show mee ? to vndo a sillye Maide. alas! I dye! my hart doth breake! I dare not crye, I cannot! speake ! what! all alone? nay then I finde men are to strong for women kind. Out vpon the maid that put mee in this roome to be alone! yett she was noe foole to shut mee where I shold be seen of None. hbarke! harke! alac! what Noyce is that? o, now I see itt is the Catt. come gentle pus, thow wilt not tell ; if all doe soe thou shalt not tell. Seely foole! why doubta thou tellingo where thon didst not doubt to trust? if thy belly fall a swellinge, theres noe helpe, but out itt must. alas the spite! alas the shame! for then I quite Loose my good name ; but yett the worst of Maids disgract, T am not first nor shalbe last. * camot in MS.—F. ‘How wrong of that ‘What noise is that?50 DOE YOU MEANB. Never mind, Once againe to try your forces, again. thus I dare thee to the feild; time is lost that time diuorces 38 from the pleasures lone doth yeeld. Ah ha! fyee, fye! itt comes yett still! itt comes, I, I! doe what you will! my breath doth passe, my blood doth trickle! 38 was euer lasse in such a pickle P flins.16 51 @ maf & a pounge man. [Page 197 of MS.) A MAN & a younge maid that loued a long time were tane in a frenzye ithe Midsommer prime; the maid shee lay drooping, hye; the man he lay whopping, hey, the man he lay whopping hoe. Thus talking & walking thé came to a place Tnuironed about with trees & with grasse, The maid shee, &. He shifted his hand wheras he had placet, hee handled her knees instead of her wast, The Maid, &. He shiffted his hand till hee came to her knees, he tickeled her, & shee opened her thyhes, yett s[t]ill shee, &c. He hottered & totered, & there was a lino that drew him on forward ; he went on amaine; yett atill shee, &c. He light in a hole ere he was aware! the lane itt was atreat; he had not gone farr, but shee fell a kissing, hye ! & he lay drooping, hoe, & he lay drooping, hoe. “My Billy, my pilly! how now ?’’ quoth shee; “ gott vp againe, Billy, if that thou louost mo ;” yett still he Ley, &o. He tickled ber, she kiasod him,52 A MAID AND A YOUNGE MAN. aeond 9% Ho thought Mickle shame to lye soo longe ; time as well ‘as the first, he gott vp againe & grew very strong ; the Mayd shee Lay, &. The trees & the woods did wring about, 28 & euery leafe began to showte, & there was such, &.16 @ creature ffor ffeature. [Page 199 of MS.) A creature, for feature I neuer saw a fairer, 80e witty, soe prettye, I neuer knew a rarer; shee soe kind, & I soe blynd, that I) may say another day “T did complaine, & I mett a swaine, but [he] knew not how to wooe me nor doe mee, he was soe dull conceipted. I gaue a smile him to beguile, I made a show to make him know, I pincht his cheeke to make him seeke & find some farther pleasure, whose treasure needs not to be Expected. “I stayd him, & praide him, & proffered him a favour; he kist mee, & wisht me to beare with his be- hauior ; but hie tro lolly lolly, le silly willy cold not doe. all content with him was spent when he had clipt & kist me, & mist me, & cold not . . kisso . . [line cut off by the binder] then thought I, & thought noe lye, perhaps his pipe is not yett ripe; yett an hower may haue the power to make itt grow in fall Lenght & fall strenght; but fooles are led in blindnesse. * ?eho.—F. L met a Ina © and kind. But I was ‘all. She may tell bow sho ‘tempted me, ‘She waited for me to ‘sorve her,54 A CREATURE FOR FEATURE. “But woe mee, & woe mee! alas, I cold not raise! 94 itt wold not, nor cold not, doe all I cold to please.' his inke was run, his pen was done. Iacke! art thou dead P hold vp thy? head ! I will litter thee & water thee, 28 & feed thee with my neet, & better, if thou wilt lye besyd me. but all in vaine I did complaine, and was not his Iacke was tyrd, heed not be hyred 82 for all my prayers & all my teares.”” fins. * One stroke of a word, pared off + MS. my.—F. the binder, follows.—F. 7tune of, I can sor will, 55 Lpe: alone:' {Page 200 of MBS.) CAN any one tell what I aylo? ? 3 that 14 looke soe leane, soe wan, soe pale. 5 if I may be there Iudge, I thinke there is none that can any longer lye alone.® ‘Was ener womans’ case like mine P att 15 yeeres [I] began to pine; soe vato this plight now I am growne, I can, nor will, noe longer Lye alone.* ‘and I won't, 9 Tf dreames be true, then Ride I can ; I lacke nothing but a man, for tis onlye hee can ease my moane. I can, nor &. want a, man, 10 When daye is come, I wish for night; 13 When night is come, I wish for light; '3 thus all my time I sighe & moane. “4 T can, nor &. 1 The Maidens Complaint. To the . The Read- * Thus at 15 years to pine; ‘Were I tho judgo I'm gure there's L—P. Chap] I's Popular Music, ii. 462, for a diffrent “Matden’s ‘ad Complaint for want of a Husband.” TF hnidens ai. ‘Tam grown ‘fo weak, & (6.0) —P. 1 Pipe tere * Gao tat eh, alas! Ti into that plight, 'm grown, ‘That I can, nor will, no longer lyo alone. [G.G.]—P. > Maiden’s, (G.G.]—P. none That would any longer, &. [6.6.] © [This & tho 4% stanza are transposed sage Garlt.]—P. All that I want is but » man; Only I for one do make thie moan. For I can, &e, [G.G.]—P. %© When it is day, I wish. [G.G.]. 1 Thore is a tag, as for a, to t And when i ie dark. (6.6. ¥ All the night long I, (6. " T too long we (OOTP.56 LYE ALONE. take 1 To woe the first, ashamed am I; comes, for & if he aske I will not denye; 3 for the case is sach I must needs haue one. 20 ‘I can noe &. ®Therfore my prayer, itt shalbo still that I may have one that will worke my will; Iwilat for itt is only hee can ease me anon, Weatone. 24 & therfore Ile noo longer lye alone. 1 Wooo him first. [@.G.]—P. * Ror all my wishing’s, I'll have none * But if. (G.6.]—P. But him I love, & love but one; 2 Such is my case, I must have one. And if he love not me, then (@.¢.J—P. T'll have none, * For that I, &e. [6.6.]—P. But ever till I dye I'l lye alone. (¢.4.J—P.20 24 57 Bowne: sate the shepard. [Page 201 of MS.] Downe: sate the shepeard swaine soe sober & demure, wishing for his wench againe soe bonny & soe pure, with his head on hillocke lowe, & his armes a Cimbo, And all for the losse of his hinononino! The leaves thé fell as thin! as water from a still; the heire vpon his head did growe as time? vpon a hill; his cherry cheekes as pale as snowo to testifye his mickle woe ; & alll was for the loue of his hy &c. flayre shee was to loue, as euer liked swaine; neuer such a dainty one shall none enioy againe; sett a thousand on a rowe, time forbids that any showe euer the like to her hy &c. faire shee was, [of] comly* hew, her bosome like » swan; backe sheo had of bending yew, her wast was but a span; and wept Docanne he hhad lost her. She was one inn thou- cand, Her bosom ‘swan-awoll- ing, + qu. MS—F. * thyme,—P. * of comelye.—P.58 her hatr DOWNE SATE THE SHEPARD. her hayre as blacke as any croe, from the top to the toe, all downe along to her hy &c. with her Mantle tucked vp shee fothered her flocke, soe that they that doe her see may then behold her smocke, s0e finely doth shee vse to goe, & neatly dance on tripp on ! toe, that all men ron madd for her hy &c. Tn a Meadow fayre & greene the shepard layeth him downé, thinking there his loue to find sporting on a round, A round which Maidens vse to go; Cupid bidds itt shold bee soe, because all men were made for her hy &. * tripping —P.MAen that More: {Page 201 of MS.] We have not been able to find anything about the origin of this song. Neither Mr. Chappell nor any other song-learned person we have referred to knows it. It seems a notice, on the one hand, to men that a girl’s refusal does not always mean a real No, and on the other hand, a warning to girls to beware lest love or waggish inclination tempt them beyond the bounds of prudence. How oft, alas, are they but flies that do play with the candle, and perish, while that burns on its allotted space, with no lessening of its brilliance in the eyes of men!—F. MEN that more to the yard! northe church Mon woe are oft enclined, ose to girls, take young mayds now & then att lurch ‘ to try their mind ; But younge maids now adayes are soc coy, thé will not show when they are in loue, But for feare I? oft say noe, when perhapps they wold but they'ra 8 fayne doe if itt wold not proue. fay noe If for a time for feare they bee wyllye and seeme coy, there is one that perhapps may beguile yee, Yet Cond 2 the blind boy ; thieit hoarta. *? MS, yord.—F. 2 for they. —F.60 24 MEN THAT MORE. heele strike home when he please ; to the quicke heele shoot his shaft without delay ; then theyle sigh & lament when, alas, their owne kind hart cannott say Nay. ‘Tho small fly that playeth with the candle oft doth burne ; such young maids as doe loue for to dandle once, may mourne. lett fiyes burne, & maids mourno, for in vaine you do perswade them from their folly ; Nature binds all their kinds now & then to play tho wages though thé seeme holy. fins.61 Panche.' [Page 288 of MS.] Tr was a younge man that dwelt in a towne, Panche aa a Iollye husband? was hee, to, but he wold eate more at one sett dinner? the[n] 20 wold att three. s00 great a stomacke had hee, his wiffo did him provide soa i wie ~ ten meales a day, his hungar‘ to lay, Ecnaine yet was he not satistyed. take heod of hott farmitree ! His wiffe had a sister neere at hand, Her sister 16 20 decket vp in » gowne of gray; shee loued a young man, & marryed thé weere marries, vpon St. James his day; & to the wedding went they, her brothers & sisters each one. shee vowed to bring her to§ capon pyes, and she with birds the sids vpon. eee take heed &c. Netdings feast. But yet the good wiffe, tho litle sheo seyd, pene wie in mind & hart was woe because her husband, the glutton, wold vnto the wedding gos. ! A Droll old Song, rather vulgar.—P. * One stroke too few in the first syl- 2 There is a tag like an sat the end. lable.—F. —F. * dimer in the MS.—F. * two.—P, 2tries to snade not to go to the wed: alng, ashe'll shame her and all bis kindred by his mon- strous eating. Pancho gets says his wife hae some to cuckold him, ‘To the wal ding he wilt go. Fila wife ays, then the must stop cating when she winks at a4 bis 32 “4 48 52 PANCHE. “ good husband,” then sayd shee, “at the wedding there will bee my vnckle Iohn, & my cozen Gylee,' & others of good degree ; then stay you at home, my dere, [then stay you at home, my dere,] “ffor if yo[u] come there, you viterlye shame [page 259] yor selfe & me besides, & all your kinred euery one, the Bridgrome & the bryde, you feed soe Monst[rJouslyo abone all other men, for you deuoure more meate at a meale then 40 will doe at ten.” take heede &c. When that he heard his wiffe say soe, his anger waxed hotte: Quoth he, “ thon drabb! thou filthy Queane! thy councell likes me not! belike some match is made betwixt some knaue & thee to make me a scorne, my head for to horne! Ismoll out thy knauerye! to the wedding that I will goe!” “ Good husband,” quoth shee, “ Misdonbt not of me! I speake it for the best ! yet doe as you will, your mind to fulfill ; but let me this request, that when vnorderlye* I see you feeding there, when I doe winke, I wold haue you thinke its time for to forbeare.”” take heed &e. ” Giles.—P. * ie. disorderly.—P.56 co 64 68 72 80 84 PANCHE. The man was content; to the wedding he went; great cheare was there prepared ; the Bridsgroome father & mother both sate there with good regard. farst to the table was brough[t] a course of furmitree, & Panche had a dish, a galland' I-wiss, that fitted his appetye?; & quicklye he slapt vp all. Hee learned? on his wiffe, & drew out his knife ; to a legg of Mutton fell hee; he slapt it vp breefe, with a surloyne of beefe, & mincte pyes 2 or three: he neuer looked about, but fed with such a courage, he left for his share the bord almost bare, or the rest were out of their porrage. take heede &c. Then did he spye his wiffo for to winke*; therfore he, to § mend tho matter, he cast vp againe tho Meate he had eaten,’ before them in a platter : “ take heere your victualls,” hee sayd, “ & grudg not mo my meate ; & where I thinke that welcome I am, I cannott forbeare to eate.” take heede &e. The time drew on when eucrye man vnto his rest did goe ; but Paunch lay grunting by his wiffe, which made her wonderous woe. Gallon.—P. 1 appetéo.—P. * Along upright stroke * leer'd —P. these words in the MS.—F. + wink her eye.—P. © tano, “here's your victuals!” ‘When in ved, Pancho grunts, is botweenjumps out of ‘goes to tho Kitchen, ‘and slaps up al the fur- mity for his wife's face, 88 92 100 los M2 116 PANCHE. “ what ayle you man ?” quoth shee. Quoth hee, “ my hart is dry, Tam soe hungry, that for meat I readye am to dye.” take heede &. “ Alas!’’ quoth shee, “‘ content you must bee till breakfast time to stay ; for none in the house is risen, you see, to gine you meate any way.” “ tush ! tell not me of that! my belly must be fedd!” & with that word he Nimbly leapt out of his naked bed, & into the kitchin did goe. To the ffarmitrec! pott he quicklye gott, & there, without delay, he slapt vp the farmitree ouerye whitt or he departed away, saue a ladel-full att the last he kept to carry his wiffe. Then he mistaking the chamber, he went [page 240] vato another mans wiffe. take heede [é&c.] The Bridgroomes father & mother both did at that time lye there; the woman had tumbled the clothes soo that her buttockes all lay bare, which by » glimering light that was in that same place, Panch soone espyed, & tooke the same to be his wines sweet face. 1 Frumenty or Furmety, a kind of hulled wheat boiled in milk and soa- Potage mado of prepared Wheat, Milk, soned. It was especially a Christmas Sugar, Spic, favorite illipps. “Still a dish.” Nares, od. 1859. Soe the recipe lish in the north, consisting of and extracts there.—F_120 124 128 132 136 144 143 1? MS. fiisted. Fyistyn (fyen, W.) Cacco C.F. lirido ; Fyyst, styak, Lirida ; Eyystynge, Lirdacio. Promptorium— PANOHE. Then softly he sayd, “ sweet wiff, I haue brought some furmitree for thee!” the woman fiisled! : “‘ nay, blow not,” quoth hee, “ for cold enough they bee.” with that shee puffed againe, & made him angrye bee: “ T tell thee, thou need not to blow them att all, but supp them vp presentlye.” take heed &. The woman was windye, & fisled againe within a litle space, which made him to sweare, if shee blew any more, to fling all in her face. but shee, being fast asleepe, did ffisle without regard. then flung he the farmitree in her tayle, saying, “ there is for thy reward!” take heede With that the woman suddenly waked, & clapt her hand behind ; “alas!” quoth shee, “‘ how am I shamed, being soe full of wind!” “ what ayles thee?” her husband sayd. “ Thaue rayed ? the bedd,” quoth shee. “ that comes with thy craming, thou egar queane! a Murraine take thee for me!” take heede &e. But Panche, percouing how the matter went, he closly got away, & into the milkehouse hyed with hast, wheras without delay 65 ‘and offers her the farmity. Bho breaks wind threo times, and Panche swears if she cara the farmity in her face. Bhe does it ; he flings tho furmity at her} he puts her hand be- ‘hind, and thinks she haa dirtiod the bod. Panche, steals off to the dairy, 2 wrayed.—P. I de-ray, I fyle ones clothos ‘with spottes of myor, properly about the skyrtes; Je crotte, Palegrave. Endbrener, to boray or beshite. Cotgrave.66 clears the mallk-basins ; ta his and in a honzy-pot, and ft sticks there. hho thinks penton da 2 a ‘and thrashos ‘him for it, ‘The noise ' MS. sloro,—F. 152 156 160 164 168 172 176 180 PANCHE. he clensed the Milke Basons all, tho there were plenty store ; & like a lout, he groped about, to see if hee cold find any more. tak heede &c. Vpon a narrowe mouthd hony pott he lighted on at last ; & when he had thrust his hand therin, there stucke it wonderous fast. now hee must breake the same or he cold gett it out ; & for a ffitt place to breake it on, he seeketh round about. take heede &c. Tow silly fryers, on the kitchin flore? all night asleepe dyd lye; whose shauen crownes, by the Moonelight then, Sir Panch he did there ospye. to one of them he comes, supposing his pate a stone; & there burst the earthen pott, which made the fryer to grone. tak heed é&c. The silly ffryer, being hurt fall sore, did thinke his fellow had vpon some spite abused him soe ; therfore, as he were madd, he laid him soundlye on, & caught him by the eares ; whose rumbled? waked the folkes in the house, & fedd? them full of feares. take heed of hott furmitree ! floon—P. ?rumbling—P. —* fed, perhaps fill’d.—P.184 188 192 196 200 204 208 PANCHE. When they came downe, thé found the fryers! well buffeting one another ; the one did tell how he was serued by his religious brother. but when Sir Panch they spyed, with honnyo besmeared 800, & daubed about with Milke & creame, thé knew how all things did goe. take heede for well they did see that it was he that did the old man wronge, & hee that brake the poore fryers head as he did lye alonge, that eate the Milke & creame & the pott of ffarmitree ; yett, for to be reuenged of him, they knew noe remedye. take heede God keepe, I say, such guests away both from my meate & mee! if I had 20 weddings to make, neuer bidden shold he bee ! & thus I make an end of this my merry Iest, wishing to euerye honest man all happinesse & rest. take heode of hot farmitree ! take heed of hot farmitree ! flins, * tho fryors they found. —P. 67 241} brings all (p. 3 fringe People down stairs; Panche {in discovered all over honey and ‘and they sce who the culprit is, but don't know how to pr him, Goa keep such guests ‘away from mel Here's the end of my merry tale,hen as ¥ Yoe reccord. 20 24 ‘ mimd in the MS,—F. [Page 287 of MS.) WHEN as I doe record the pleasures I haue had att this side slippery board, my mind! is merry & glad. with many a lusty lasse my pleasure I haue tane: I wold gine mine? old white Inde that Iynye were here againe! Shee brewes & bakes to sell for such as doe passe by ; good fellowes loue her well ; infaith & soe doe I! ffor euer when I was drye, of drinke I wold haue tane, I wold tread both shooes awrye, that Iynye &c. ffull oft shee & I within the buttery playd att tray trippe of a dye, & sent away the mayd. flor shee is of the dealing trade, shee will giue you 8 for onc; shee is noe sullen Jade; giff Iynnye &c. One stroke too few for in in the MS.—F.32 36 40 44 WHEN AS I DOE RECCORD. A man might for a penny haue had a pott of ale, & tasted of a Caney ! of either legg or tayle ; for shee wold neuer fayle if shee were in the vaine. alas, all fflesh? wore frayle giff Tinnye? &e. ffull oft I haue beene her man, her markett for to make ; & after I hae rydden a Journey for her sake, Her pannell I cold take, & gallop all amaine; Ide make both bedsides cracke that Iynnye &e, You hostises that meane for to liue by your trade, if you scorne to kisse, then keepe a pretty mayd ! for drinke is not worth a lowse if lasses there be none! I wold drinke a whole carrouse that Iynye were here againe ! {page 288) ffins, 69 ‘She would never fail you. Hostesoos! if you won't kiss your- selves, keek a pretty maid. ‘Oh that Jenny were ‘here again. 1 ? Coney.—F. * MS, firesh.—F. * An min the MS, for nn.—F. v‘Venus went to bunt, and Diana went to show her the sport. ‘But Venus ‘aw no fan in dogs worrying poor stags : be liked better love's game. She wasdry, and went to Bacchus 20 24 70 When SHcortehing Phebus.' [Page 313 of MS.] WHEN scorching Phosbus he did mount,— to-Iaur bonne tannce,?— then Lady Venus went to hunt, par melio shannce ;? to whom diana ‘ did resort, with [Jl the Ladyes 5 of hills & valleys, of springs & flloodes, to shew where § all the princely sport, with hound imbrued, & harts pursued, throughe groues & woodes. This tender harted louers Queene,— to-iour bonne tannce,— such wandring sports had seldome seene, par melio shance. shee tooke noe pleasure in the same, to sce hounds merry, & pore harts werrye ffor want of breath. quoth shee, “I like better that gamo where ladyes bewtyes do pay their dutyes to loucs sweete death.” They aire was hott, & sheo was drye,— to-iour bonne tance ;— to Bacchus court shee fast did hye— par melio shance— ) The Birth of Priapus. a little loose. Qu—P. Evidently parmi les champs. — -P. ian W. LB. 7 * Tous-jours bon temps, orbeautemps. * The old English word for Nymphs. a. — *'Par moilleur Chance or Champs. * Withallthel4—P. —* her. —P.28 32 36 40 48 52 WHEN SCORTCHING PHEBUS. her faint & weary hart [to!] cheirsh, which was soe fyered, that shee descryed ? to quench her thirst, & cryed, “ helpe Bacchus, or else I perish!” who still did hold her, & plainly told her he wold ? kisse her ffirst. Then Bacchus with a power divine,— to-iour bone tance,— himselfe turned‘ to a butt of wine,— par melio shance,— and bade this Ladye drinke her ffill, & take her pleasure in any measure, & make noo waste ; & gaue her leaue to sucke the quill, which was ° spriteffall and delightful ynto her tast.6 Att last this butte did run a tilte— to-iour bonue tance.— quoth shee, “ one drop shall not be spilt, par melio shance, ffor itt doth pleasing tast soe well, my hart doth will me ffor to fill me of this sweote Vine; I wold that I might alwayes dwell in this ffaire Arbor! heeres soe good harbor, & pleasant wine.” Shee drunke soe long, ere shee had done,— to-iour bonne tance,— her belly swelled like a tunn, par melio shance. to. d he * taste—P, 2 « Turr'd himself—P. + Which was so sp.—P. 71 Ho turned ‘himeelt {into a batt of wine, ‘and bade ber ack the quill. She did, and drank72 PERE inl who she prophesied would be the delight of wife and maid, (and be Bacchus's hheir,) the god of rich and Poor, 56 60 68 12 76 80 84 WHEN SCORTCHING PHEBUS. Att last shee ffell in peeces twaine ; & being assunder, appeard a wonder, God pryapus! yett ffaine shee wold haue dranke againe ; & oft did visitt, & much solicite God Discchus. His emptye caske wold yeeld noe more,— to-iour bonne tannce,— ffor shee had sucked itt ffull sore, par melio shance. quoth she! “ god Bacchus, change thy shape; ffor now thy rigour, & all thy vigour, Is cleane decayd. [page 314) behold [thou] here this new borne babe, who when he is proued, heele* be beloued of wiffe & maide.” This bellye god that wold be drunke— to-iour bonne tannce,— and being a goddesse, proued a punke,? par melyo shanco, her lusty bastarde stiffe & stronge, was made & framed, & aloe named, god Bacchus heyre. he had nose 3 handfull Long, with one eye bleared, & all besmeard about with hayre. He is the god of rich & poore— to-iour bonne tannce ;— he openeth euery womans doore, par melio shance ; 1 MS, the—F. Quoth she, God.—P. * Thus of a Goddess madea punk.—P. * will—P.WHEN SCORTCHING PHOEBUS. 73 he ceaseth all debate & strife, the stiller & gently peaseth,! & sweetly pleaseth be! the hungry wombe. 88 he is the ioy twixt man & wiffe ; 7 ‘wives’ joy. her pleasure lasteth, & sweeter tasteth then hony combe. Now all you nice & dainty dames,— My dainty 92 to-iour bonne tannce,— to vse this god, thinke itt no * shame, par melio shance. then let my speeches not offend, don't be 96 tho you be gaudye, & I be baudye with met & want a rodd! good deeds shall speeches ffault amend when you are willing ffor to be billing 100 —_—- with this sweet god. fins. he fouds appeaseth. Qu—P. * you think no—P,T wished babe ina nuree's arms ‘was mine, hher who was the father of it, Sho didn't know, ‘A Scotch- ‘man also offered to bo the child's dad. 20 74 dn a Map morninge. [Page 383 of MS.) In a may morning I mett a sweet nursse with a babe in her armes, sweetly cold busse. I wold to god itt were mine! I shold be glad ont! ffor it was a merry mumping thing, who cre was dad ont. I saluted her kindlye, & to her I sayd, “god morrow, sweet honye, and you be a mayd; or if you wold shew to me, I shold be glad ont ; or if you wold tell me who is the right dad ont.” “The dad of my child, Sir, I doe not well know, ffor all that lay with mee refuseth me now from one to the other ; still I wold be rid ont.” “but whosoeuer gott the Child, Ile be the dad ont.” “Tle take itt in mine armes, & wislye Ile worke, Ile lay itt in the hye way as men come from kirke, & euerye one that comes by shall haue a glegge ! ont, vntill I haue ffound out » man, the right dad ont.” There came a kind Scot{c]hman whose name is not knowne, sayes hee to this sweet hart, “this babyo is mino owne; come bind it vpon my back ; Tone shall be rid ont ; for whosoeuer gott the child, Ile be the dad ont.” * A glance, a sly look—a word still used in Northamptonshire—P.24 28 32 36 40 “Now, nay! now, nay!” shee sayes, “soe itt may not bee! IN A MAY MORNINGE. your looke & his countenance doe not agree ; for had hee beene sike a swayne, I had neere been great ont ; for hee was a blythe young man that was the right dad ont. “his lippes like the rubye, his cheekes like the rose, he tempteth all flayre mayds where-ouer he goes : first ho did salute mee; then was I right glad ont; O hee was a blythe younge man that was tho right dad ont. “Tio trauell through England & Scottland soe wyde, & a-ffoote I will ffollow him to be his bryde; Tle bind itt vpon my backe, He not be ryd ont yntill I haue found out the man thats the right dad ont. “Tle husse! itt, Te busso itt, He lapp itt in say?; Tle rocke itt, Te lull itt, by night & by day ; Ile bind itt vpon my backe, Tle not be ridde ont vatill I haue found out the man thats the right dad ont. “ And thus to conclude, thoe itt fall to my Lott to ffind a dad ffor my barne? that I cannott; if an englishman gett a child, & wold be ridd ont, let him bring it to Scot{c}hman, & heele be the dad ont.” * hush,—F, ? silk.—F, * bairn, child —P. 75 The girl raed him: he never got it. Aruby- Upped your ‘man was the trac father, and she'd But if sho couldn'tThe Turk in Linen. [Page 883 of MS.] Tuis is the eleventh song in Thomas Heywood’s Rape of Lucrece, Ist ed. 1608. It was printed by Mr. Fairholt from the fifth edition, 1638, in his Satirical Songs and Poems on Costume, for the Percy Society, 1849, p. 141-2, but he modernised the spelling. “English Mutability in Dress” is the title that Mr. Fairholt gives the song, and he prints the first stanza of it, which our copy in the Folio omits, This stanza in the earliest and titleless copy of the play in the British Museum—which I suppose to be the edition of 1608, and the readings of which in the notes below are signed B.M.—runs thus: The Spaniard lowes his ancient slop, The Lumbard, his Venetian,’ And some, like breech-lesse women goe : The Russe, Turke, lew, and Grecian ; The threysly® Frenchman weares small wast, ‘The Dutch his belly boasteth ; The Englishman is for them all, And for each faskion coasteth. In illustration of this Mr. Fairholt aptly quotes the well- known passages from Andrew Borde and Coryat about the Englishman’s changeableness in dress. The latter says, “ We weare more fantastical fashions than any nation under the sun, the French only excepted [see 1. 6 of our poem]; which bath 1 Akind of hose or breeches described _fifth editions both read threysly. ? from by Stubbes. Seo the word in Nares.—F. A.-8. bres, a hem, fringe—Somnor. Or 2 thrifty—Fairholt, The fourth and reads, rottenness—Lye.—F.THE TURK IN LINEN. V7 given occasion to the Venetian, and other Italians, to brand the Englishman with a notable mark of levity, by painting him stark naked, with a pair of shears in his hand, making his fashion of attire according to the vain conception of his brain- sick head, not to comeliness and decorum.” Possibly this copy in the Folio is from one of those of which Heywood complains in his To the Reader :— “some of my plaies haue (vaknowne to me, and without any of my direc- tion) accidentally come into the Printers hands, and therefore so corrupt and mangled (coppied only by the ere) that I haue bin as vnable to know them as a-shamed to chalenge them. This therefore I was the willinger to furnish out in his native habit: first being by consent, next because the rest haue Deen 80 wronged in being publisht in such sauadge and ragged garments: accept it courteous Gentlemen, and prooue as fauorable Readers as we haue found you gratious Auditors. Yours T. H.” THE: turko in Linen! wraps his head, Aporgat the persian his in? lawne tooe, ; the rushe? with sables ffarres his cope, Russian, 4 & change will not be drawen tooe. the Spaynyards constant to his blocke, Speniah, the ffrench inconstant euer ; French, but of all ffelts that may be ffelt, tore 8 giue me the English beuer.® beet * Linem in the MS.- Cust of for ever your twoe shillinge * ? MS. in his ;—his in, B.M.—F. bonnetts, tae eee Cover your coxeombs with three-pound « Fealte—B.M. beavers.—ib. p. 498, * Fairholt says that beaver hats ap- Fear jo have been fret imported from landers. Cost. in England, p. 490. Stubbes, 1583, that they “ wore fetched from beyond ‘the sens, from whence a great sort of other vanitios do come be- sides.” Inasatiric ballad on tho knights of £10 por annum mado by James I. (in Wit and Wisdom, Shaksp. Soc. 1846, 146-7) the shepherds are jestingly told to “Beaver hats were expensive articles of dress, as already noted. 0, i his Dia (under ‘April 13, 1661), ‘notes: ‘Payd for a bever hatte, £4 10s.’; the fashion of it may be seen in Hollar's pat of that distinguished antiq ‘epys records (under June 27 in same year): —‘ This day Mr. Holden sent mon deer, which cost me £4 53.”"— ib. p, 503. * Mr. Tunter’s copy reads enpenny.—Halli- well,78 THE TURK IN LINEN. The German loues his connye well,! the Irishman his shagg tooo; the welch his Monmouth? loues to weare, 12 & of the same will bragg toe, some loue the rough, & some the smooth, The Rush drinkes Quash*; Duche, lubickes beere,” ‘Some like oie some great, & other small thinge ¢; freee but ob, your English Licorish man,* Jecher loves 16 he Joues to deale in all thinges ! & that is strong * and mightyo; the Brittaine, he Metheglin Quaffes, 20 the Irish, Aqua vite®; the french affects his orleance'? grape, the spanyard tasts his sherrye ; pia the English none of these escapes,!! a 24 but with them!? all makes merrye. » eonny-wool—B.M. In another poem in the same volume, at p. 162, we read— Hore is an English conny furr!/ Rushia hath no such stuffe, Which, for to keep your fingers warme, Excells your sable muffo. ‘The Burse of Reformation. ? For the double entendre of the black beaver, compare |. 32 of Off alle the seacs below.—F. BM. ® Shagge-too.—B.M. * Munmouth.—B.M. A cut of the Monmonth cap is given on p. 502 of Fairholt’s Costume in England, 1860, and on p. 116 of the Perey Society's Sa- tirical Songs and Poems on Costume, and it is mentioned twice in the “ Ballad of the Caps,” which Mr. Fairholt places at the end of the reign of Elizabeth, and which is found in Sportive Wit, 1656; D'Urfey's Wit and Mirth, 1719-20, &c. ‘The Monmouth-cap, the saylorsthrum . .. ‘The souldiers that the Monmouth wear. ‘From Cleveland's Square-Cap for me, the cap seams to have boon made of tash— And first, for the plush-sake, the Mon- swouth-cap comes. (Sat. Songs, 134.) It was worn by sailors, as Mr. Fairholt shows by quoting A Satyre on SeaOffcera, by Sir H. 8. published with the Duke of Backinghan's Miscellanies (Costume, p. 633). *'A second g appears to be crossed out in the MS. ® your lecherish Englishman.—B.M. * quaffes, BM. ; quatfes, 4th ed. 1630; quasses, 5th ed. 1638, “ Quasse, men- tioned as a humble kind of liquor, used by rustics. ‘As meade obarne, and meade cherunk, ‘And the base guasse by pesants drunk.” Pimlyco, or Runne Red-Cap, 1609, in Narea.—F. 7 Lubeck. The beer of Lubeck was celebrated, and appears to have been very strong. I think you're drunk With Lubock beer or Brunswick mum. Albertus Wallenstein, 1639. Modern editors of Nares.—F. * stromg in the MS.—F. * « Aqua Vite, (i.e, Water of Lifo), a ort of Cordial Water made of brew'd Beor strongly hopp'd and well ferment- ed.” Phillips. 4 tho Orleane.—B. 1" can seape.—B.M. % Bat he with —B.M.THE TURK IN LINEN. 79 The Italyan, in her hye shapines,! and there's Scot[c]h laase, & louely firoe? tooe; that he area's try. the Spanish don-s,? ffrench Madam,‘ 28 he will not ffeare to goe too: nothing soe ffull of hazards® dread,‘ nought lines aboue the center, noe health, noe ffashyon, wine, nor wench, 32 your English dare not venter.” § ' Chapeene.—B.M. Choppines.—P. “A high sooled Shoe, v. Chapin. Sp. Chapin de mugér, a woman's shoes, such as they veo in Spaine, mules, of high cork shooes.” P.rcivale, by Minshow, Chopines, suys Mr. Fairholt, wore shoes elevated “as high as man’s leg.” Raymond's Voyage through Italy, 1648. They are mentioned by Shakspere (Hamlet, act. ii. scene 2), and were cccasionally worn in England, but not of so great an altitude. See Douce’s Mus- trations of Shakepere—F. flins. 2 Froa-too—B.M. frow.—P, * Bonna, BM. Bonna, 4th edition. Donna, Sth ed.—F. +? Referring to Luca Venerea,or Mor- bus Gallicus, tho French Pox, & malig- nant and infectious Distemper.” Phillips. —F. * hazard. —B.M. No Fashion, Health, no Wine, nor ‘Wench, On which ‘hee dare not yenter.— BM.80 Come wanton wenehes. An old courtezan’s advice to younger ones to grant their favours coyly; not to be forward, except at first, and so whet their hirers’ desire. ‘Wenches, 1 tell you how to Husband ‘your ware. Be freer of pecelt than act. Conceal your passion; spare your favours ‘when men. are eager. 16 20 [Page 404 of MS.] CoM: all you wanton wenches that longs to be in tradinge, come learne of me, loues Mistris, to keepe your selues ffrom Iadeinge ! when you expose your ffaces, all baytes ffor to entrapp men, then haue a care to husband your ware, that you proue not bankrout chapmen. be not att flirst to nice nor coye when gamsters you are courtinge, nor fforward to be sportinge ; in spocches ffree, not in action bee, for feare of lesse resorting. Let not your outward iesture b[e]rawy your inward passyon ; but seeme to neglect, when most you doe affect, in a cunning scornefull flashyon. be sparing of your ffavors when mens loue grow most Eagare ; yett keepe good guard, or else all is mared. when thoy your ffort beleaugar ; grant but 2 touch or a kisse ffor a tast,COME WANTON WENCHES. 81 & seeme not to bee willinge 24 —‘allwayes ffor to be billinge. Don't e with a tuch or a pinch, or a nipp ora wrencho, ing.” disapont their hopes ffullfllinge. If once you growe to lauish, 28 and all your wealth discouer, you cast of hope; for then with too much scope you doe dull your Egar louer. then order soe your treasure, 32 & soe dispend your store, Lat mon, that tho men do tast, their loues may neuer wast, but they still may hope for more. hope for & if by chance, beinge wrapt in a trance, Tot 36 © you yeeld them full ffruityon If you yield, won by strong opposityon, yett nipp & toare, & with poutinge sweare sezngee and *twas against your disposityon. giin't meen 40 Thus seeminge much displeased with that? did most content, you whett desire, & daylye add fire to a spiritt almost spent. 44 be sure att the next encounter next you put your loue to strine; Sec foe yett be not rade, if need he will intrude, But done be soe shall your trading thriue, = 48 soe shall you still be ffreshlye woed, eae like to a perfect mayd. wooed like a & doe as I haue sayd, your ffaininge seemes true, 52 & like venus euer new, and your trading is not betrayd. fiinis. 1 A note of Percy’s hore, of five lines, ? that which, what.—F. rubbed or scratched out.—F.two London damsels ‘went out to fore ‘They were ‘yery beanti- nr and sweet ; 16 24 82 As tt beffell on a Bap: [Page 448 of MS.] AS: itt beffell on a sumers day, when Phebus in his glorye, he was suited in his best array,— as heere records my storye,— 2 London damsells fforth they wold ryde, they were decked in their pompe & their pryde, they said they wold goo ffarr & wyde but they wold goe gather Codlyngs. Sisters they were, exceeding ffine, & macheless in their bewtye ; happy was the wight cold gine them wine to expresse his loue and dutye. 80e fine, 80 ffeate, so sweet, soe neate, so delicate; O, itt wold doe you good ffor to heare them prate ! but yett intrath they hane a ffault, to fill their belly ffall of Codlings. ‘Then to an orchard straight they went, intending ffor to enter. the younger with a bold attempt ffirst did intend to enter : “nay, softly !” quoth the Elder wench, “J pray thee lett ve goe from hence ; ffor heare I am in some suspence that heare I shall not gett no Codlings.”28 32 36 40 44 48 AS IT BEFFELL ON A DAY. 83 “ Art thou soe ffond ? canst thou not see, tpnge 44) «Can't sou what good Lucke doth abode vs ? yonder lyes a youngman vnder a tree Ebert that with his ffruite can loade vs. then to the Orchard straight wee will stray ; weele devise with him to sport & to play ; & then Te warrant you without delay heele ffill our belly ffull of codlings.” Then shee did leape ouer the ditch The young as light as any ffether ; Jeaps the her sister after her did Leape, the older now begins to ffeare no whether. rh with a merry hart & a ioyffull cheere, setting aside all care é& ffeare, seeing her sister scape soe cleere, shee wold not Loose her share o CopLincs ; Then shee did leape ouer the dich as light as any arrow; & in her leape, “ah! ah!” shee cryes, el ffecling her smocke was narrowe, as maydens doe that newly wedd being taken ffrom her true louers bedd ; & with a sigh her mayden-head were worne away with eating Copies. and gets her codlings. Her sister, on the Other side where shee attended, bidd her haue a care, her smocke was too wyde. with what shee was offended ; with that a nettle stonge her by the kneo; ‘Then the “a pox of all strait smockes!” quoth shee. Tesdown sceing itt wold no better bee, shee Layd her downe to gether Copies. and gets ffinis. "™"‘Don't blame but it torent virgins, men would be bi Dadly off then should we Diamethem? 20 84 Blame: not a woman. [Page 446 of MS.) BLAME : not a woman although shee bee Lewd, & that her ffaults they haue been knowne. although sheo doo offend, yott in time shee may amend; then blame her not ffor vsing of her owne, But rather gine them praise, as they deserue, when vie is banisht quite, & virtue in them growne, ffor thats their only tresure, & ffor to fy vaine pleasure. then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne. There is many now a dayes that women will dispraise: out of a dra{njken humor when as their witts aro flowne, out of an Idle braine, with speeches Lewd! & vaine theile blame them still ffor vsinge of her owne. But if woman shold not trade, how shold the world increase P if women all were nise, what seede shold then be sowne if women all were coy, they wold breede mens annoye ; then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne. If any take offence att this my songe, I thinke that no good maners he hath knowne. wee all ffrom women came: why shold wee women blame, & ffor a litle vsing of their owne ? flinis. ) MS. has a tag like s to the d.—F,20 24 Off: alle the seaes, [Pago 455 of MS,] OFF all the seas thats cominge, of all the woods thats risinge, of all the flishes in the sea, giue me @ womans swiuinge. ffor shee hath pretty flancyes to passe away the night; & shee hath pretty pleasures to coniure downe a spritt. My ffather gaue me Land, my mother gaue me mony, & I haue spent itt every whitt in hunting of a Coney. I hunted vp a hill, a Coney did espye ; my fferrett seeing that, into her hole did hye ; my fferrett seeing that, into her hole did rann ; but when he came into her hole, noe Coney cold be ffound. I put itt in againe; itt found her out att Last ; the Coney then betwixt hor leggs did hold my fferrett ffast, @ give mea ‘woman! I've spent all my money on one, chasing her tH Tran her to86 Choose dark ones; 32 they're the best, 36 OFF ALLE THE SEAES. Till that itt was soe weake, alacke, itt cold not stand! my fferrett then out of her hole did come vnto my hand. All you that be good ffellowes, gine hearing vato me; & if you wold a Coney hunt, a blacke one lett itt bee ; ffor blacke ones are they best, their Sckins will yeeld most money. I wold to god that hee were hanged that does not loue a Coney ! ffinis.87 Lourrs healrjke alarum. [Page 469 of MS.] LOvERS: harke! an alaram is sounding: now lone Lovers, cryes; who-soe feares, or in ffaintnesse abounding,’ will surprise. 0 a = charge them home! if you delay your charm sor 4 your hopes will ffaile ; theso fair ffoes yeelding lookes doo bewray their thetr hearts harts Sours than as yours, more then their owne. ae If they striuo, itts a tricke ffor a trial who is most bold. 8 No brane man ffor a silly denyall will grow cold; Take no None but ffoolos finch ffor noe when? aI by nois? “""# ment in louing scance ; On then, & charge them home! perchance you may charg soe put them 12 ffrom their ffence. Downe, Downe with them! 0, how thé tremble for the Down with em erye! what, for feare? no! no! no! they dissemble*; they know why. 1 Only half the # in the MS,—F. * 2uois. Ican make no sense of it.—F. * ? MS. whema.—F. -* There's a tag at the end like an s.—F. o288 LOVERS HEA[R]KE ALARUM. [page 460) Quickly woone, Quickly lost, the delight of life is lost, 16 procured with paines. They'll Set These respects makes them bold to fight, to Cry, to again. dye, to liue againe. flinis,89 @ ffreinde of mine. [Page 469 of MS.] A: freind of mine not long agoe desired att my hands some pretty toy to moue delight to those that hearers stand, the which I meane to gratifiye by all tho meanos I may, & moue delight in euery wight that with affection stay. Some thought to proue wherin I shold those seuerall humors please, the which to doe, reason fforbidds, lest I shold some displease ; but sith my muse doth plesure Chuse, & theron bends her skill, wherby I may drine time away, & sorrowes quite beguile. It was my Chance, not long agoe, by a pleasant wood to walke, " wheere I vnseene of any one did heare tow louers talke ; & as these louers forth did passe, hard by a pleasant shade, hard by a mighty Pine tree there, their resting place they made. A friond has ‘asked me for a story to delight all ‘hearers, Tl tell you ono that will drive away all sorrow. I walked in ‘a wood. and saw two lovers reat, 2 3 der 590 ‘The man said the place was made only tor lovers to ‘embrace, took BEE E E She canght hold of him, for she was ‘a merry Ina, He delayed, 0 she offered to arran; hersel pry 48 52 56 A FREINDE OF MINE. “Tnsooth,” then did this youngmen say, “1 thinke this fragrant place was only made for louers true eche others to inbrace.”” hee tooke her by the middle small,— good sooth I doe not mocke,— not meaning to doe any thing but to pall vpp her : smo :! blocke wheron shee sate, poore silly soule, to rest her weary bones. this maid shee was noe whitt affraiyd, bat shee caught him ffast by the : stones : thumbes; wheratt he vext & greined was, soe that his flesh did wrinkle; this maid shee was noe whitt affrayd, but caught him fast hold by the : pintle : pimple which hee had on his chin likwise ;— Uhage 460) but lett the pimple passe ;— there is no man heare but he may supposse shee weere a merry lasse. he boldly ventured, being tall, yet in his speech bu[t] blunt, hee neuer ceast, but tooke vpp all, & cacht her by the Cun: plumpe. And red rose lipps he kisst full sweete: quoth shee, “I craue no sucour.” which made him to haue a mighty mind to clipp, kisse, & to : ffack : plucke her into his armes. “nay! soft!” quoth shee, “ what needeth all this doing ? ffor if you wilbe ruled by me, you shall vse small time in wooinge. 1 Those and tho similar colons following are those of the MS.—F,60 64 68 A FREINDE OF MINE. 91 “ ffor I will lay me downe,” quoth sheo, “ypon the slippery seggs, & all my clothes De trusse vp round, & spread abroad my : leggs : eggs, which I hane in my aperne heare vnder my girdle tuckt ; soe shall I be most fine & brane, and get most ready to be : fuckt: ducket a “ ynto some pleasant springing well ; ffor now its time of the yeere to decke, & bath, & trim ourselues both head, hands, ffect & geero.”” fiinis.A young man mot a maiden, and o hor 40 crowns to enjoy her. She sald, “Not yet. Gold ts drom tomy virginity.” 92 @ nap: © nap: not : pett. [Page 460 of MS.) A: yong man walking alone, abroad to take the ayre, itt was his chance ffor him to mecte 4 a maiden pasing ffaire. desiring her of curtesiye awhile with him downe sitt ; shee answered him most modestlye, 8 “Onsay! O nay! not yett!” “ Forty crownes I will giue thee, swoete hart, in good red gold, if that I may thy ffauour have, 12 thy bewtye to behold.” & then she spoke now readilye & with a ready witt, “J will not sell my honestye ! 6 O nay! O nay! not yett! “ Gold & mony is but drosse, & worldly vanittye! ; I doe esteeme more of the losso 20 of my virginityo! but dost thou thinke I am soe madd, or of soe litle witt as ffor to sell my honestye ? 24 Onay! O nay! not yett!” » vanity.—P.© NAY, O NAY, NOT YETT. 93 They way to win a womans hart, Bat it youd is quicklyo to be breiffe, oman, be & giue her ¢hat with-in ffew words 28 that will soone ease her greiffe. “O ffye! O fiye! away!” sheele crye, that loues a dainty bitt, mind ber «| will not yeelde to Cupids lawes! 32 O nay! O nay! not yett!” 'y y y finis,Tean't give ‘up my love, Td give her some nectar. But I'm not afraid of that, 94 ¥ Cannott Bee Contentev. [Page 460 of MS.] T: Cannot be contented ffrom loue to be absented. although I were presented,! 4 Tle haue another bout ; I know shee is vnwilling to heare of all the skillinge * ; shee rather had bee lilling,? 8 if II could find her ont. but if that time & lesure serue, [page 461) infaith shee shall not neede to sterue ; ffor well I know shee doth deserue 12. to tast vpon sweet Nectair, the ffoode wheron the gods do ffeede, & all they gods they haue decreode. but shee shall haue itt att her neede! 16 hey hoe! my harte is wearye! Some say, ‘if I come nye her, my liffe must pay the hyer ;’” but if I scape ffrom ffyer, 20 then let them doe their worst ; for water, I am sure, while grinding doth endure, will come like hawke to lure, 4 or else the Miller is curst. * To present to bring an Information beast dothe that is chafed [heatod’.” against. Phil 7 ? Reasoning. * Lil (Top Wittes *¥ yl Palsgrave, “To pant and be out of breath, or fi? out the tongue, as a dog stolollout thetongue. that is weary.” Florio, p. 16; in Halli- out the tonge as a well's Gloss.—F.I CANNOTT BEE CONTENTED. 95 looke in the dam, & you may spye heere is soe much that some runs by ; there neuer came a yeere soe drye bm aed 28 cold keope this Mill ffrom grindinge. rater yett shee no common Miller is ; shee does not grind eche plowmans gris! ; she needs not, vnless shee list, 32 but ffor sweet recreation. ffinis. } Grist, Corn ground, or fit for grinding ; Meal, Flower. Phillips. —F.96 LiMlumwvbam. [Page 461 of MS.] Wiru this poem may be compared another “ Burlesque Receipt” for the same purpose in Reliquie Antique, i. 250, “A good medesyn, yff a mayd have lost her madened, to make her a mayd ageyn,” which is taken, says Mr. Halliwell, “from a copy of Caxton’s Mirrour of the World, or th’ ymage of the same, fol. Lond. 1481, in the King’s Library in the British Museum, fol. ult. v°., written by some owner of the book in the year 1520.” maa, THEE: maid, choo went to the well to washe, ee Lillamwham, Lillumwham ! the mayd shee went to the well to washe, 4 whatt then P what then? the maid shee went to the well to washe ; dew ffell of her lilly white fleshe; Grandam boy, Grandam boy, heyo! 3 Lega derry, Leg a merry, mott, mer, whoope, whir ! driuance, laramben, Grandam boy, heye! snd as she White! shee washee, & white! shee ronge, her clothes, Lillamwham &¢ : 12 white! shee hangd o the hazle wand, Grandam boy, heye é&c. 1 Is this white for while? There isno MS. Tho white of line 6, and of lines Joop to the letter, and that makes the 10 and 12, is exactly the same.—F, diffrence ‘betweon the ¢ and ¢ in this16 20 pry 28 32 36 40 ) Three.—P. ? Lead, a vat for dyoing, &c., Northern LILLUMWHAM. There came an old Palmer by tho way, Lillumwham &. sais, “god speed thee well thon faire maid!” Grandam boy, hey &c. “Hast either Cupp or can— Lillamwham &c.— to gine an old palmer drinke therin ?” Grandam boy, heye &c. sayes, “I haue neither cupp nor Cann— Lillamwham &¢.— to giue an old Palmer drinke therin.” Grandam boy, heye &e. “But an thy Lemman came from Roome, Lillamwham &., Cupps & canns thou wold ffind soone.” Grandam boy, heye &. Sheo sware by god & good St. Iohn, Lillumwham &. Lemman had shee never none ; Grandam boy, heye &c. Saies, “ peace, ffaire mayd! you are fforsworno ! Lillumwham &c. Nine Children you hane borne; Grandam boy, heye &.— “They! were buryed vnder thy beds head;— Lillamwham é& :— other three vnder thy brewing leade?; Grandam boy, hey &. a kitchen copper is sometimos 60 callod. for a cup to drink ont of. She sald she hadn't one. “tt your lovee” came you'd 00n find some.” Halliwell’s Gloss. ‘A forneys of a lecd.” Chaucor, Cant. T, Prol. 1. 202.—F,“ “Well, 1 ‘hope you're Christ, 48 and will sot me pen 52 “Twit: beTyearsa 56 for Tleadan 60 your 108 done, you'll come home a LILLUMWHAM. Other three on won play greene, [page 482) Lillumwham é&c. Count, maids, & there be 9.”” Grandam boy, hey &. “But I hope you are the good old man— Lillumwham &c.— That all the world beleeues vpon ; Grandam boy, hey &. “Old Palmer, I pray thee,— Lilumwham &.— Pennaunce that thou wilt giue to me.” Grandam boy, hey &c. “Penance I can giue thee none,— Lillamwham &.— but 7 yeere to be a stepping stone ; Grandam boy, hey é&c. “ Other seauen a clapper in » bell,— Lillamwbam é&c.— Other 7 to lead an ape in hell.! Grandam boy, hey &. “ When thou hast thy penance done, Lillumwham, Lillumwham, when thou hast thy penance done, whatt then ? what then ? when thou hast thy penance done, then thonst come a mayden home.” Grandam boy, Grandam boy, hey ! Leg a derry, Leg a merry, met, mer, whoop, whirr! driuance, Laramben, Grandam boy, hoye ! fiinis. 1 See Mr, Dyce’s note in the Ballads and Romances of the Folio, ii. 46.—F.99 The sea Crabb. [Page 462 of MS.) A CORRESPONDENT says, “ This was a very common old story, and I think it occurs in one of the early fabliaux, but the only re- ference I can think of at present is the celebrated Moyen de Parvenir, by Béroalle de Verville, where it is introduced in Chapter 49.” Trt. was a man of Affrica had a ffaire wiffe, A ite who ffairest that euer I saw the dayes of my liffe: with a ging, boyes, ginge! ginge, boyes, ginge! 4 tarradidle, ffarradidle, ging, boyes, ging! This goodwiffe was bigbellyed, & with a lad, proguant & euer shee longed ffor a sea crabbe. ao ginge &c. 8 The goodman rise in the morning, & put on his hoso, Wer good. he went to the sea syde, & ffollowed his nose. ginge &e. Sais, “ god speed, fisherman,! sayling on the sea, 12 hast thou any crabbs in thy bote for to sell mee ?” ging é&c. “T haue Crabbs in my bote, one, tow, or three; bonght one I haue Crabbs in my bote for to sell thee.” 16 ginge &e. 1 MS, ffishernan.—F,100 and pat ft in tho and it 32 THE SEA CRABB. The good man went home, & ere he wist, & put the Crabb in the Chamber pot where his wiffe pist. ging dc. The good wiffe, she went to doe as shee was wont; vp start the Crabfish, & catcht her by the Cunt. ging dc. “ Alas!” quoth the goodwiffe, ‘that euer I was borne, the devill is in the pispott, & has me on his horne.” ging &c. “If thou be a crabb or crabfish by kind, thonle let thy hold goe with a blast of cold wind.” ging do. The good man laid to his mouth, & began to blowe, thinkeing therby that they Crab wold lett goe. ging &o. “Alas!” quoth the good man, “ that ener I came hither, _ he has ioyned my wiffes tayle & my nose together !”” ging &e. They good man called his neigbors in with great wonder, to part his wiues tayle & his nose asunder. ing &c.20 101 Last night ¥ thought. [Page 463 of MS.) Last: night I thought my true loue I canght; when I waket, in my armes I mist her ; my sleepe I rennod, & my dreame I pursued ; till I found out my loue, & I kist her. but if such delights belong to the nights, when the head! hath Phebus in keepinge, how is be blest with content in his rest that can ffind but his Mistress sleepinge? If shadowes can make the braines for to ake, when the spirritts haue their reposes, the substance hath power to proue & procure all the pleasures that loues incloses. Nights sable shroud, with her bonny cloude, will defend theo from Tytanus peepinge, & helpe thee to shade all the shiffts thou hast made ffor to find out thy Mistress sleopinge. Then since the aid of the Cynthian mayd doth assist vs with her endeauour ; light to the moone till the suffering be done; shees a ffreind to the ffaithfful ener. though shee denyes, shee pishes & shoo cryes, leaue not thon of ffor her weepinge ; ffor if shee ffind that affectyon be kinde, shoes thine owne, boy, awake or sleepinge! 1 Thetis, ¢—P. iH I dreamt fast night that I kist my love. If Lenjoyed ‘that, ‘what must thing be? Leinoo found her sleoping, and didn't eave her for her weeping. She was my102 ¥ Dreamed mp Loue. [Page 480 of MS.) Tareamt T dreamed my loue lay in her bedd : oy ioe itt was my Chance to take her: 5 her leggs & armes abroad were spredd ; 4 shee slept; I durst not awake her. O pitty itt were, that one aoe faire shold Crowne her loue with willowe! ; the tresses of her golden haire? 8 — did kisse he[r] louely pillowe. Sey ens 0 Methought her belly was a hill hun much like a mount of pleasure, ynder whose height there growes a well ; 12 the depth no man Can measure. about the ple[sjant mountaines topp there growes & louely thickett, phere aa wherin 2 beagles trambled, 16 & raised a linely prickett.? hunted, 20 They hunted there with pleasant noyce abont the plessant mountaine, till hee by heat was fforct to fily, & skipp into the ffountaine. ‘ «The following ‘To the Willow-Tree,’ is in Herrick’s Heaperidea, p. 120:— Thon art to all lost love the best, sy ibe only trae plant found, ith young men and maids distrest, Whoa lot ot loge are own d ‘When with neglect (the lover's bane) Poor maids rewarded be, For their love lost, their onely gaine Is but a wreathe from thee. Brands Antig. i. 72, ed. 1861.—F. * ‘The MS. has two strokes for the 4, but only one dotted.—F. * Pryket, boest (pik, S.) Capriolus. Prompiorium. Priekot, the buck in his second year, Halliwell.—F.28 32 I DREAMED MY LOUE. they beagles ffollowed to the brinke, & there att him they barked ; he plunged about, but wold not shrinke; his Coming fforth they wayted. Then fforth he Came as one halfe lame, weere weary, ffaint, & tyred ; & layd him downe betwixt her legs, as helpe he had required. the beagles being reffresht againe, my Loue ffrom sleepe berened ; shee dreamed shee had me in her armes, & shee was not deceiued, a2 fiinis. 103 and barked. She woke, ‘andfoundme in her arms.104 Panders come atvape, ‘[Page 486 of MS.) Panders, PANDERS, come away! whore to bring fforth your whores by Clusters alongst the Lane, by Gray, Copia's 4 wheere Cupid keepes his musters now to-day! Hel cashier ?whenches, doc yon heare? I tell you not a ffable ; ieee-""* all yon that doe appoare, & be not warrantable, 8 heele Casheere ! Prostitutes As for Nan: wright, though her dealings may com- Waame. paro h{er 5] yett, for her parts below, theres not a woman flairer to the showe. 2. Uitte 12 Litle Ales is found 7 yeeres to hane been a trader ; Seah tom yett Tom Todd wilbe bound, whom as they say did spade h[er,] that shees sound. 2, Garden. Gardens neere the worss, though shee hath made her Co[ney] 16 8 common as the Bursse; yett still shee hath they money in her pursse, 1 ?MS. Pray.—F. 2 The MS. has 4 lines in 2 henceforth.—F.20 24 28 32 36 PANDERS COME AWAYE. 105 Boulton is put by, & Luce, among the infected ; 4. Beaton. & ffranke Todd goeth a-wry, being before ' detected ih Fro to be drye. 4 Pitts is to forbeare the trade, & soe is likwise $ Pits Pearnit? ; for Cupid in his care, is told that they hauo had itt to a haire. True itt is that Babe for yeeres may be a virgin; 8, Babe. yett Cupid ffinds the drabb, al ready? for a surgyon for the scabb. Southewells! beare in mind, althoug they are ffalso 9, South doers, they say that you are blind, & .s00 perhapps more ffauors you doe flind. winlowo is to young, to know the ffruits of wooinge 10. winlowe till nott haue made her strong, to know tho firuits‘ as (with Nott). dovi[nge} to to Longe. Gallants, come not neare to brauo Venetia stanley 5! 11. Venetia her Lord hath placed her there, that will maintaine her ma[nly] without ffeare. Btanley. Hayseys, stoupe soe long, to Cupid for aquittance, 12, Hayes. till euidence soe strong, will spoake for your indit- men{t.] MS. bo before —E. ? Pearint.. MS, ‘sineady. MBS, ffiruite. Venvtia, Daughter of Sir Edw’. Stanley, was the Wife of Sir Kenclm Digby: Her reputation was not very clear, ‘ns appears from Mr. Walpole’s ‘Ancedotos of Painting —P.106 Cpage 487] Hert MNen 40 amen (with ber boy). 15, Bease Broughton. 16. Jane Belbe. 48 ; 18. Foulgam 52 (with her boly father) 56 PANDERS COME AWAYE. a - + «ce & Tames, Cupid will haue you armed ; for with his hottest flames he hath them soundlye * warmed ; marke their names! Nan: Inmes is growne soe Coy, that no man can endure her ; yett I hane heard some say, a barbers boy did cure her of a toye. But with the wicked sire, that yott was neuer thought on, by quenching of loues ffire, hath tane away Besse Brovanton one desire. Ite? ill that simix rydes, Iane selbe doth oppresse her ; with other more besides, vnlesse there were a dresser of their hyds. Beunkards,‘ how yee speed, tis shrewdly to be ffeared ; yeo cannot aske to reade, soe oft you hane beene seared ffor the deede. ffoulgam will appeale, from Cupid, as men gather, for in her wandring taile, hath beene her holy father; hees her bayle. Dodson is not ill, yeott hath shee beene a deale-her ; the falt was in his skill, who knew not how to appease her with his quill. ' Part of the line has been cut away +? MS. It.—F. from the MS. by the binder.—F. 4 ?MS.: thee is oddly made; it may * One stroke too few in the MS.—F, be Birmkards, the i not dotted.—F,60 64 68 72 80 PANDERS COME AWAYE. 107 her husband saies shee[s] nought, I thinke an honest woman by Lewdnesse may be brought, to be like others, common, being sought. Ales Bradshaw is fforgott, the Cittyo that ingrost her; 20. 4lm | but happy is his lott, that neuer did arrest her, (of tasty), for shee is hott. Cittye wines, they say, doe oceupye by Charter; Gity-wives, but Cupid grant they may, that ware for-ware the dtlee barter without pay. Ladyes name wee none, nor yett no Ladyes women _Ladies, an your honors may begone; ffor Cosars loue will Facetndene summon you. you alone. But becanse that some will not allow the order, to morefeelds see you Come, your Maiour é& your recorder with a dram. Thus farwell, yee whores, yeo hackneys & yee harlotts! come neare my walkes no more, but get you to your varletts as before ! Farewell harlote! My hart shall aydisdaine, to thinke of such pore blisses; {sll bare my lipps shall eke the same, to touch with breathing © with you, kisses yours againe. Thus here ends my song, made only to be merrye : pea] hope, IfI offend in toung, in hart I shalbe sorry ffor the wrong. _flinis.108 @ Baintp: Bucke. [Page 487 of MS.] ioe A: dainty ducke I Chanced to mocte ; dalaty duck, shee wondered what I wold doe, & curteonslye shee did mee greete 4 as an honest woman shold doe. ad atte | I asked her if shee wold drinke ; Pet shee wondred &e. She gave mo shoo answered me with sober winko, owink, 8 as an honest &. I tooke! [A leaf is gone here in the MS., containing, among other things perhaps, the beginning of “ The Spanish Lady.”} 1 Written at the lower comer: the first words of the next pago.—F.16 20 24 * droancs in tho MS,—F. 109 Pow fipe on Dreames. [Page 409 of MS.} Now aye on dreames! & ffond delights that occupye the minde?! tis worser ffor to dreame by nights then occupye by kind ! ffor if Cupid thy hart doth stryke with lead or golden fight, O then, O then, O then, in dreames thy thoughts strange? things doe write ! ‘Methought itt was my Chance to Clipp thee Creature I loued best, & all alonge the ffeilds to trip, to moue some sport or Iest, & then & then, my [suite] I gan to pleade vato that ffairest mayd ; But shee, but shee, would nought belooue, which made me sore affrayd. But yett by prayer & ernest suite I moued her att the Last ; yett cold I not inioye the firnito that hath soe pleasing tast. bat when, but when, that motyon I bewrayd; shee still this answer said, “Ono! Ono! O no! I will dye ere I loose my maiden-head !”" ? ninde in the MS.—F. Fie on dreams For when ou're in vo you dream ‘strange things. L iately thought was trip- ping along with my love, and praying her to front me ‘her favors. * Only half an x in the MS.—F.But alas! when I ‘woko, it was all a dream | 32 36 40 “4 NOW FYE ON DREAMES. Yett did shee gine me leaue to tuch her ffoote, her legg, her knee ; a litle ffurther was not much, they way I went was firee. “0 ffye! O ffye! your are to blame!” shee sayd, “thus to vndoe & maid ; but yett, but yett, the time is so meete, [line out atcay here by the binder.] Not Ioue himselfe more Iouyall was [page 500) when he bright dyana wonn ; Nor Hercules, that all men did passe, when hee with distaffe spunn, then I, then I, all ffeares when I had past, & scaled the ffort att Last, & on, & on, & on the same my signes of victory placet. But when Aurora, goddesse bright, appeared ffrom the east, & Morpheus, that drowsye wight, withdrawen him to his rest; O then, O then, my ioyes were altered cleane! which makes me still Complaine ; ffor I awaked, for I awaked, ffor I awaked; and I ffo[und) all this was but a dreame! finis.12 4 1 A fMapden heade. [Page 508 of MS.) CoM, sitt thee downe by these Coole! streames sit dows, neuer yet warmed by Tytans beames ! my tender youth thy wast shall clippe, & ffix vpon thy Cherry lipp; & lay thee downe on this greene bed, where thon shalt loose thy mayden-head. stor Sce bow the litle Phillipp Sparrow, as the whose ioynts doo oner-fflow with marrow, Pee on yonder bough how he doth proue with his make the ioyes of loue, & doth instract thee, as hee doth tread, teaches thee how thon shalt loose thy maidenhead. bias O you younglings, be not nice! ‘Young sits : : malda, coines? in mayds is euch a vice, that if in youth you doe not marry, mary in in age young men will lett you tarrye. fouitooter by my perswasyon then be led, 7 & loose in time thy maidenhead. Clothes that imbrothered be with gold, if neuer worne, will quicklyo molde ; if in time you doe not plucke the damisine or the Apricocke, in pinching Autume theyle be dead ; ‘Thon lose then loose in time thy maidenhead! Tanldenhoads fiinis. "ene ? colde—P. ? A.-S. mace, a wife.—F. * coyness.—F.112 Tom Longe. (Page 508 of MS.) In Mr. Payne Collier’s Extracts from the Registers of the Sta- tioners’ Company, 1557-70 (Shaksp. Soc. 1848) are two entries, on pages 46, 58, under the year 1561-2, which may relate to this song, but probably don’t. “Ra. of William Shepparde, for bis emmne for wemtings of a ballad in- tituled, Tom Longe, y' Caryer. . - tijd Rd. of Thomas ed for his is fyne, for that he pot a ballet of Tom longe the Carryer. +e ia vid [Tom Long, the Carrier” had been licensed to William Shepparde (see p. 46), and Thomas Hackett must have invaded Sheppande’s right. Tho finc was consider- able for the timo, comparing it with other impositions of the same kind.]” Comeatizon COME in, Tom longtayle, come short hose & round, Hind, Come ffatt gutts & slender, & all to be found, Come filatt Capp and ffether, & all to be found, 4 Strike home thy pipe, Tom Longe. Come lowcy, come laced shirt, come damm me, come [raffe !"] Come holy geneua, a thing with-out Cuffe, Come dughtye dom diego, with Linens enough, 8 Strike &e. and bring Bring a fface out of England, a backe ont of fran[ce,] ogirl A belly ffrom filanders, come all in a dance ! pinn buttockes of Spayne, aduance! aduance ! 12 Strike &e. ? ruffe.—P.20 24 TOM LONGE. Come bring in a wench shall ffitt cuery natyon, ffor shape & ffor makeing, a Taylors creatyon, & new mado againe to ffitt euery natyon. Strike &e. Come tricke itt, and tire itt, in anticke array! Como trim itt, and trosso’ itt, and make vp the day, for Tom & nell, nicke & Gill, make vp the hay ! Strike &e. A health to all Captaines that neuer was in warres, thats knowne by their Scarlets, & not by their scarres! a health to all Ladyes that neuer used Merkin,? yett their stuffe ruffles like Buff lether ierkin ! Str[ike &¢.] A health to all Courtiers hat neuer bend knees ! & a health to all schollers that scornes their dogrecs ! @ health to all Lawyers that neuer tooke ffees ! & a health to all welchemen that loues tosted Checse! Strike home the pipe, Tom Long! flinis. 1 ?2MS.—F. and then rose her np. Here's.a health to all cowards ‘and honost courtiers, idlorst + Merkin, counterfoit hair for a woman's privy parts. Phillips.—F.1l4 All in a greene meadotve. [Page 518 of MS.) Theard a ALi: ino greene meadow, a riuer running by, ee hard a proper maiden both waile, weepe, and crye, the teares ffrom her eyes as cleare as any pearle ; 4 much did I lament the mourning of the girle : tment shee sighed and sobbed, & to her selfe sayd, ies a “alas! what hap had I to line soe long a maid? woe. Now in this world no Curtesye is knowen, 8 &young men are hard harted, which makes me line alone ; the day & time hath boeno, if I had still beone wise, Her coynese I might haue enioyed my true loue had I not beene 80 tone ber n{ise") ; freloo.” but Coyishness, & toyishness, & peeuishness such store 12 hath brought me to this pensineness, and many mai- dens [more *]. “Some dames that are precise, & heare me thus Com- plaine, theyle thinke me fond & Idle, my Creditt much wold sta[ine.] but lett me ansewre them; the Case might be their owne ; which she 16 the wisest on the earth, by loue may be orethrowen ; might have eet ffor Cupid is blinded, & cometh in a Cloud, & aimeth att a ragg as soone as att a robe. * aice—P. * more.—P,ALL IN A GREENE MEADOWE. W15 “ Sith goddesses come downe to iest with such a boy, 20 then hapily poore maidens may tread their shoes awrye.! Hellen of greece for bewty was the rarest, for Helen a wonder of the world, & certainlye the ffairest ; yett wold shee, nor Cold shee, line a maiden still. eee eee eee few or none can carrye {page 519} oe... others al did marry . _ oftime that they hane vsed before [Whoever it be] that come, I will deny no more, She rsotves [be itt light o]r be itt darke, doe he looke or winke, aw"? [Ie let him hit] the marke, if he haue witt but for to thinke. MS. torn away. [Tho silly mJaidens nicely deny itt when its offered, and alvisee [yet Iwi]eh them wiscly to take itt when itts proffered; ax {thon 32 [If they be liJke to Cressus to scorne soe true a freind, [Theyle be] glad to receiue poore Charitye in the end. [ti]me gone & time past is not recalld againe; [t]herfore I wish all mayds make host, lest with mo thé Complaine. ",Gampare the French Charier droit, vprightly; or discret, warily, ad- to tread straight, to take a right course; uleolly.~-Cot. to behaue himself honestly, sincerely,116 Thomas pou camott. [Page 521 of MS.) Tne very attractive air to which the following ballad was sung is to be found in Popular Music of the Olden Time, i. 337, but the words seem to exist only in this Manuscript. Their date can- not be much later than the commencement of James the First’s reign, since one of the ballads against the Roman Catholics, written after the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot, was to be sung “to the tune of Thomas, you cannot;” also because the air bears the same name in several collections of music for the virginals of corresponding, if not earlier, date.—W. C. Toomee THOMAS: vatyed his points! apace, & kindly hee beseeches that shee wold gine him time & space 4 ffor to vntyo? his breeches. “ Content, Content, Content!” shee cryes. he downe with his breeches imedyatlye, ny on a girl, & ouer her belly he Cast his thye. 8 But then shee Cryes “Thomas! you Cannott, you 3Cannott! O Thomas, O Thomas, you Canott!"” Thomas, like a liuely ledd, lay close downe by her side : seulis® 12 he had the worst Courage that ener had man ¢; in conscience, the pore ffoole Cryed. » Point, a lace, usod in tying * MS, camot,—F, any fort of the dross. Nares.—F. * ¢ man had.—W. C. ¢ ¢ hus a tag ns if for s.16 20 24 32 36 40 “4 THOMAS YOU CANNOTT. 117 But then he gott some Courage againe, & he cropt vpon her belly amaine, & thought to haue hitt her in the right vaine ; But then shee &. This maid was discontented in mind, aes & angry was with Thomas, that he the time soe long had space,! & cold nott performe his promise. he promised her a thing, 2 handfull att least, which made this maid glad of such a ffeast ; but shee Cold not gett an Inch for a tast, which made her ery &. Thomas went to Venus, the goddesse of loue, ‘Boprayed to & hartily he did pray, isp that this ffaire maid might constant prove till he performed what he did say. in hart & mind they both wee[r]e content; ‘but ere he came att her, his courage was spent, which made this maid grow discontent, & angry was with Thomas, with Thomas, & angry was with Thomas. Vulcan é& venus, with Mars & Apollo, heads they all 4 swore thoy wold ayd him ; Peat Mars lent him his buckler & valcan his hammer,?] " & downo by her side he laid him? [Page 522, a fragment apart from the MS.] fet ee butallherbodyqu(?) . . . and did 19 he tickled her, laid (?) ee & then shee Cryes & then shoo Cryes f. . Tho[mas] 1 go long had time and space.—W. C. * End of MS. page 521.—F. + MS. torn away.8 THOMAS YOU CANNOTT. to the gies This mayd wa . that ffortane had lent hi ffull oft he had beene 48 yett neuer cold stop . he tickeled her tuch, . he made her to tr & Thomas was glad he 52 & then shee cryes “toot . & then shee cryes “toot119 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. ee PAGE A creature, for feature I neuer saw a fairer . ‘ 7 . 58 A dainty ducke I chanced to meete . . . . - 108 A ffreind of mine not long ague . rr) A man & a younge maid that loued a tong time. 5. BL Ayong man walking alone . HE eet eee All in a greene meadow, a riuer running by. 2.) Ud Asatt noone Dulcina rested. 8. 6 ewes AsIwasridingebytheway . . . . . . Asitt beffellonacumersday . . . ww BB Bee not affrayd thou fayrest, thourarest . . . - 47 Blame not a woman although shee bee Lewd . . . 8t Can any one tell whatIayleP =... 1. . BB Come all you wanton wenches » . 80 Come in, Tom longtayle, come short hose & round =| 112 Come, sitt thee downe by these Coole streames . =. .:111 Cooke Laurell wold needs haue the devill his guest . 40 Doe you meane to ouerthrow me? =. . 2... AD Downe sate the shepeard swaine . 5 0. ws OB? I cannot be contented . . . . . . . . OF dreamed my louelayinherbedd . . . «102 Ina May morning I metta sweet nurse =. 2. ws 74 It was puritanical add 2. PEELE oes It was a younge man that dwelt in a towne se ee OL Itt was a man of Affrica had a flaire wiffe . . . . 99120 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. PagR Last night I thought my trueloueIcaught. . . «101 Louers: harke! an alarum is sounding; nou loue cryes =. &7 Men that more to the yard northechurch . «Ss (5D Now ffye on dreames & ffond delights . . 2. Ss Ss. «10 O lolly Robin, hold thy hande . 6 Off all the seas thata comings. 85 Pander,comeaway . . . «7 we 108 See the building which whilest my Mistress liuedin . . 2 That god that dyed for va all (Fryar and Boye) . 9 The maid, shee went to the welltowashe . . . . 96 The man that hathahansome wife . . . . . 81 The turke in Linen wrapps his head =. . . . . 77 Thomas vntyed his pointsapace . 2. 2. ww dN Walking ina meadowo greene =. =. 0. www 8 ‘When as I doe record . . . . . . . + 68 When Phebus addrest himselfe tothe west. 2. ww 7 ‘When scorching Phoebus he did mount . . . . 70 ‘Will you heare the Mode of france ee ee 45 ‘THE END.121 'HESE two songs, having unsuspicious titles, were not examined in time for the former part of this volume. On preparing the third volume of the Ba! and Romamees for press, it became clear that this couple could not go into it, and they are there- fore feet as a Supplement to the Loose and Humorous Songs. —F. @ Watt where art tho.' TrF: mourne I may in tyme soe glad, or mingle ioyes with dytty sada, lend me your eares, lend watt your eyes, Come and 4 & see you where shee tombed lyyes. awe too simple ffoote,? alas, containes ere the Lasse that Late on downes & plaines who lately made horsse é hound & horne to blowe. Sarst 8 O watt! where art thow? who, ho, ho! O where is now thy flight so fleete,> [page 448) thy iealous brow & ffearffull ffeete, thy suttle traine & courses stronge, Where are 12 thy capers hye & dances Longo? farm au who sees thee now in couert creepe, to stand & harke, or sitt & weepe, to Coole thy ffeet, to ffoyle thy ffoe ? 16 O watt! where art thou? who, ho, ho! Oh where? where is thy vew‘ & sweating sent’ ‘Where are that soe much blood & breath hath spent ? thy magicke ffriske & cirkelles* round, bis friaks 20. thy ingling ffeates to mooke the hound ? page. * A hunting song on The death ofthe + MB. fete oo Might. fight so Hare—P. See the curious burlesque flect.—P. “Oreisoun in the worshipo of the hare,” _* view. 1. The footing of a beast. containing bis 78 names, in Relig. dntig. 2. The discovery of an animal. Hall. i, 133.— 2 Two simple foot.—P. . View, scent.—P, circles, —P,122 O WATT WHERE ART THO. why didst thou not, this doome to scape, vpon thee take some witches shape, & shrowd thy selfe in cottage Lowe? Oh where? 24 O watt! where dc. Figowh one But why shold wee thinke watt soe wise as Ioulers noyse,! or Inmbells cryes,* panna or Ladyes Lipps? ? on‘ watt alone many dog, 98 must needs by many® be ore-throwen. but as I moane thy liffe soe short, Pouino the soe will I sing thy royall sport, anor & guiltelesse gaine® of all I know. 32 O watt &. Tiny tida't why didst thon not then fily this fate? wife ont ffrom fforth her? fforme put fforth thy make *? Ge taateed ag some good wiffe, when deathes att doore, 36 will put her goodman fforth before. thy enuious leanes,? & thy muse,° as perffect once as maidens scuse'! ; thy tracke in snow, like widowos woe. 40 O watt &c. be Once cold? thon strangly see behind ; cope, now art thon round about thee blyind. now. both Male & ffemale once wert thon ' ; O neither Male nor ffemall now ! * poor. qu.—P. « Perey puts two red brackets round on, for omission; but it means one,—F. + many.—P. One stroke too few in tho M3.—F. © most 7 And ge ym * mate—P. tloss game, aie leger—P. her P. hedge through which game passes. the good and aproved hounds on the contrary, when they have found the haro, make shew therof to the hunter, by running more speedily, and with gesture of head, eyes, cars, and taile, winding to the hares muse, never give over prosecution with a gallant noise, no not returning to their leaders, least. they loose advantage.” "s) Four- footed Beasts, 1607, p. 153. Halli- well’s Gloss.—F, 4 ? pudendum.—F. Read suse, sluice. 0. Pas otaat.—P. an 1 Now wylle wo begynne atte haro, and why she is most merveylous best of48 52 56 64 © WATT WHERE ART THO. thy hermitts liffe, thy dreadffull crosse, thy sweating striffe & clickett close,! when once thon wert both Bucke & doc. O watt &c. O, had the faire young sonne of Mirrh? fforsooke the bore, & ffollow[ed] her ; or had Acteon hunted watt when he saw Cynthias you know whatt ; or that young man knowne that liffe that slew ffor deere’ his deares[t] wiffe, they all had knowne no other woe, but watt dc. Shrill sounding hornes & siluer bells shall sound thy mortts,‘ & ring thy knell : young shepards shall thy storry tell, & bonny Nimphes sing thy ffarwell, & hunters alltogether Ioyne to drowned both woe & watt in wine, whiles I conclude my song enen g0e : O watt! where art thou? who, ho, ho! 123 Bilver bells shall ring his knoll, “and hunters him forget in their wine, the world..at one tyme he [is] male and another tyme female, and therefore may alle men blow at bye ‘as at other destie, that is to say, at herte, at boor, andat wolf, Twety in Rel, Ant. i, 150-1. Niphus also affirmeth .. he saw a Hare which had stones and a yard, and yet ‘was great with young, and also another hick wanted stones end the males geni- tal, and also bad young in her belly. Rondelius saith, that they are not stones, but certain little bladders filled with matter, which men finde in female Hares with young, such as are upon the belly of a Beaver, wherein also the vulgar sort are deceived, taking those bunches for stones, as they do these bladders. And the use of these parts both in Beavers and hares is this; that against rain both flinis. one and other sex suck thereout a cer- tain humor, and anoint their bodies all over therewith, and so are defended in time of rain. Topsel's Four-footed Beasts, ed. Rowland, 1658, p. 209.—F. 1 Clicket close—P. Clicket, a term applied to a fox when marie appetens, Gent. Rec. ii. 76, Halliwell.—F. 2 myrrh (viz. Adonis).—P. * instead of Deer (alluding to y* story of Cephalus & Procris)—P. ‘Morte, sc. the Death of the Hare. —P. and whan the hare is take, and your houndes have ronne well to hym, ye shul blowe aftirward, and ye shul yif to your houndes the halow, and that’ is the syde, the shuldres, the nekke, and the hed ; and the loyne shal to kechonne. —Twoty in Rel, Ant. i. 158.—¥. a2124 Oly Simon the Ringe. [Page 519 of MS.) Tuis is, in some respects, the best extant version of an old ballad of great and long-extended popularity. The burden is, for the first time, complete. The “Hey ding a ding” at the end identifies it as one of the “ancient” ballads mentioned in Lane- ham’s Letter from Kenilworth, 1575. In Hams Beer-pot his invisible Comedie, 1618, Cornelius says that he has heard “an old fantastique rime: Gentlemen are sicke and Parsons ill at ease, But serving men are drunke And all have one disease.” These lines are a paraphrase of the following in the ballad: ‘Mine ostes was sicke of the mumpes, her mayd was ill att ease, ‘Mine host lay drunke in his dumpes : ‘They all had one disease. Again, in The famous Historie of Fryer Bacon, which, ac- cording to Mr. Payne Collier, was printed soon after 1580, we find: Lawyers they are sicke, ‘And Fryars are ill at ease, But poor men they are drunke, And all is one disease. Both the ballad and its tune retained popularity till the end of the last century.—W. C. Geoking In: an humor I was of late,! a as many good fellowes bee that? thinke of no matter of state, 4 but thé keepe* merry Companye : 1 was late —P.M. (Pills to Purge Mel- 1 to.—PM. aucholy, 1719, vol. iii, p. 143.) * week for—P.M.OLD SIMON THE KINGE. 125 that best might please my mind,! soe I walket vp & downe the towne,? but company none cold I find 8 till I came to the signe 4 of the crowne. mine ostes® waa sicke of the mumpes, her mayd was fiisle® att ease, mine host lay? dranke in his dumpes; 12“ they all had but® one disease,” sayes old simon the King,* sayes old Simon the King, with his ale-dropt hose, & his malmesy nose, with a hey ding, ding a ding, ding, with a hey &e. with a hey ding [ding,] quoth Simon the king... .10 1s '' [When I beheld this sight,] I straight began [to say,] “if a man be ffull [o’ernight] [page 520) he cannott get d[rank to-day ;] 20 & if his drinke w[ill not downe] he may hang hims[elf for shame ;] soe may he mine h[ost of the 1? Crowne. ] therfore! this reason I [frame :] 24 ffor drinke' will ma[ke a man drunke,] & dranke will make [a man dry,] & dry will make a man [sicke,] & sicke will make a man dye,” 28 eayes old Simon &c.'5 * bost contented me,—P-M. 2 I travell'd up and down.—P.M, * No company I could—P.M. * sight —P.M. * My Hostess —P.M. “ fzling, breaking wind, seo p. 65, 1, 120, 127, 132—F. The maid was iL—PM. 7 ‘The Tapster was—P.M. * wore ull of —P.M. * P.M. onds here.—F. 4% The line is nearly all pared away.—F. 4 Sapplied trom Bercy’ "See note be. low. PA, has: Considering in my mind, ‘And thus I began to think; Ifa man be fall to the Throat And cannot take off his drink. ™ may the Tapster at.—P-M. \ Whereupon.—P.M. 6 Drink —P.M. % St. 2 (before somo of the wordsOLD SIMON THE KINGE. Ye, ite “But when a man is drunke to-day,! tne day aod & laid in his grano to-morrow; dead the 7 next, will any man dare to* say who dare 32 that hee dyed ffor* Care or sorrowe ? SZscrvow? but hang vp all‘ sorrow & care! itte® able to kill a catt; No such & he that will drinke till he stare,® vem 98 ‘18 newer s-foard” of that Aman sing ffor drinking will make a man quaffe, &® quaffing will make a man sing, &® singinge will make s man laffe, sot eins 40 & Iang[h]Jing long liffe will® bringe,” 1ife. sais old Simon &. Ita Puritan lif a puritane skinker crye, aio arinx “ deere brother, itt is a sinne golem youre 44 to drinke vnlesse you be drye ;” aati: this tale I straight ° begin: how a Parts “g puritan left his can, dae,” & tookee him to his ingge,!! 48 & there he playde the man 80 long as he cold tugg ; were lost & supplied jecture) I supplied from Durfe Pills to purge transcribed what's ied BY poniocar ob ey 3d. p. 143.—P. —P. Melancholy, 1719, A volume from which many of the 601 [When I beheld this sight,] here printed may be more than mat wl straight began to say, | I had never seen it till looking out the Ifa Man be full (c'er night,] Bishop's reference.—F. He cannott get drunk to-day ; 1 Ifa Man should be drunk to night. And if his drink [will not downe,] Ho may bang himself [for shame So may he mine host [of the Crowne] ‘Therefore thus reason I (frame, For® drink will make » man drank ; ‘And drunk will make a Man dry, And dry will make a Man sick, ‘And sick will make a Man dye, Says old Simon the King, &¢. N.B.—The defective Stanza may be * thet,—P,. —P.M. PM 2 you or any man.—] epg met * Then hang up.—P. Te . ight.—P.} » afraid * There is no ‘&' in P.M.—F. * doth—P.M. © Then straight this Tale I.—P.M. " took him to his Jugg.—P.M.52 56 60 ® should —P. 2 He did not swear, or Ho did neither swoar nor railo—P, with 4 dice —Percy. ‘What did he swear or rail—P.M. MS. ase—F, OLD SIMON THE KINGE. but when that hee was spyed when hee did! sweare or rayle,® ‘my only deere brother,’ hee sayd,? “truly 4 all fflesh is ffrayle,’ ” sais old Simon &. Soe fellowes, if you be drunke,’ of ffrailtye itt is a sine, as itt is® to keepe a puncke, or play att in and in?; ffor drinke, & dice, & drabbs, are® all of this condityon, they ® will breed want & scabbs in spite of they '° Phisityan. but who feare[s] euery grasse, must neuer pisse in a meadow, & who! loues a pott & lasse must not cry ‘‘oh my head, oh!” sais old Simon the King &c. finis. cryed.—P. No, no truly, dear * And—P.M. Brother he naog % the.—P.M. « Indeed.—! * you'll.--P.M. * Or for.—P.M. * A common diversion at ordinaries, ™ he that—P.M, So dronken- Panty, and co are wenching and gam- bing: they all ‘breed want ‘and soabe, But for ox- citement you must ron risks,NOTE to Panche, p. 61. Mr, Gusbrandr Vigfaseon says: ‘Sir Panche is an old acquaintance, and is a story told in Icelandic ; but there it is one of the tales that are meant to ridicule clownish and unhappy wooers. It is his mother that is to tread on his toe under ‘the table if he eats too much, and the bald head is that of the father of the bride- to-be. Our story is in prose; it is funny, but not dirty; the English is rather worse, When the Icelandic Popular Tales were published in Leipzig some years ‘ago, the MSS, went through my hands, and, among others, this story. But it was badly told, without sense and humour, and not as I bad heard it when a boy. I therefore suppressed it. So it waits still for publication.” NOTE to p. 78, 1. 17. Quash is a genuine Russian word and drink: in Russian Kpact, i.e. Kvas or Kewas, called in Pavlovsky’s Dictionary “ein siuerliches Getriink aus Roggenmch! und Mauls.” It is the waiversal drink of Russia, like a sour beer, and is I believe pronounced execrable by all foreigners. Meyer's “Grosses Conversationslexicon” gives the following elaborate recipe: “ Upon 85—87 pounds of barley-malt, with $ handsfull of rye-malt, and the same of unsifted rye-meal, in earthen pots, pour boiling water till the water is one hand high above it; then stir till it becomes like e thin broth. Then shake over it oat-husks, about the height of a thumb. Then put the pots for twenty-four hours in the oven ; and then fill them again with boiling water up to the brim. Then put it in wooden vessels with straw at the bottom and a tap below, pour tepid water over it, let it stand, and finally draw it off into barrels. Put in each barrel a piece of coarse r;e-bread, to make it sour; and put the barrels for 24 hours in the cellar, after which it is ready for uso.” The same article says there are better kinds, made of apples, raspberries, &., which are used by the higher elasses, and are more palatable. ‘The “ Duche” in the same ling, I presume, means German (Dentach), or at least, Low (i... North) German, in general, and not what we now call Dutch; this is very common in our old writers. Mr. W. B. Rye, in “ England as seen by Foreigners” (1865), gives abundant instances of this usage; of which the following, from Sir Robert Dallington’s “ Method for Travell” (prefixed to his “ View of France,” 1598), is most to the point: “For the attaining of language it is convenient that he make choice of the best places—Orleans for the French, Florence for the Italian, and Lipsick for the Dutch [i.e. German] tongues, for in these places is the best language spoken.”—Rossxt, Manrixzav. NOTE to p. 87, 1. 9. 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