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I will tiot have it, fayd the kynge,
I sweare, so mote I thèë ;
If thou wołdit give it to mee.
The tanner hee tooke his good cowe hide,
That of the cow was hilt,
That was foe fayrelye gilte.
« Now help me up, thou fine fellòwe, !
'Tis time that I were gone : When I come home to Gyllian, my wife,
Sheel say I am a gentilmon."
The king he tooke him up by the legge ;
The tanner a f* * lett fall.
Thy courtesye is but small.
When the tanner he was in the kinges sadelle,
And his foote in the stirrup was : He marvelled greatlye in his minde,
Whether it were golde or brass.
But when his steede saw the cows taile wagge, 123
And eke the blacke cowe-horne :
As the deyill had him borne.
The tanner he pulld, the tanner he sweat,
And held by the pummil fast:
His necke he had well-nye braft.
Take thy horse again with a vengeance, he fayd,
With mee he shall not byde. “ My horse wolde have borne thee well enoughe, 135
But he knewe not of thy cowe hide.
Yet if againe thou faine woldft change,
As change full well may wee,
I will have some boote of thee."
What boote wilt thou have, the tanner replyd,
Nowe tell me in this stounde? • Noe pence nor halfpence, fir, by my faye,
But I will have twentye pound."
“ Here's twentye groates out of my purse ;
And twentye I have of thine :
Together at the wine,”
The king set a bugle horne to his mouthe,
And blewe both loude and shrille :
Nowe, out alas ! the tanner he cryde,
That ever I sawe this daye !
They are no thieves, the king replyde,
I sweare, soe mote I thee :
Here come to hunt with mee.
And soone before our king they came.
And knelt downe on the grounde:
He had lever than twentye pounde.
A coller, a coller *, here : fayd the king,
He had not beene so nighe.
A coller, a coller, the tanner, he fayd,
I trowe it will breed sorrowe :
* A collar was anciently used in the ceremony of conferring knighthood.
Awaye with thy feare, thou jolly tanner,
For the sport thou haft shewn to me,
But thou shalt have a knight's fee.
For Plumpton-parke I will give thee,
With tenements faire beside :
To maintaine thy good cowe. hide."
Gramercye, my liege, the tanner replyde,
For the favour, which thou hast showne:
Neates leather shall clout thy shoen.
AS YE CAME FROM THE HOLY LAND.
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A PILGRIM AND TRAVELLER.
The scene of this song is the same, as in num. XIII. The pilgrimage to Walsingham Juggested the plan of many popu. lar pieces. In the Pepys collection, Vol. I. p. 226, is a kind of Interlude in the old ballad style, of which the first stanza alone is worth reprinting,
As I went to Walfingham,
To the shrine with speede,
In a pilgrimes weede.
Now God you save, you jolly palmer!
« Welcome, lady gay,
_Oft have I said you nay. The pilgrimages undertaken on pretence of religion, were often productive of affairs of gallantry, and led the votaries to no other shrine than that of Venus.
The following ballad was once very popular ; it is quoted s in Fletcher's “ Knt. of the burning pestle,” Act. 2. Jc. ult.
and, in another old play, called, “ Hans Becr-pot, his invisible Comedy &c." 4to, 1618; As I.-The copy below was communicated to the Editor by the late Mr. Shenstone from an ancient MS, which being imperfect was supplied by bim with a concluding stanza.
We have placed this, and Gentle HERDSMAN & C. thus early in the volume, upon a presumption that they must have been written, if not before the disolution of the monafteries, yet while the remembrance of them was fresh in the minds of the people.
“ How should I know your true love,
" That have met many a one, " As I came from the holy land,
" That have both come, and gone ?"
My love is neither white *, nor browne,
But as the heavens faire ;
Either in earth, or ayre.
* f. pals