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“ him for recompence of his good sport, the inheritance of “ Plumpton-parke. I AM AFFRAID,” concludes this Jagacious writer, “ THE POETS OF OUR TIME, THAT SPEAKE
AND CORRECTEDLY, " TOO SHORT OF SUCH A REWARD,” p. 214.
.The phrase, here referred to, is not found in this ballad at present, but occurs with some variation in the older poem, intitled John The Reeve, described in the former volume, p. 179, viz. Nay, sayd John, by Gods
“ Hee fhold not touch this tonne :
Therefore I beshrew the soupe,
“ That in his mouth fhold come.” Pt. 2. ff. 24. The following text is selected from two copies in black letter. The one in the Bodlegan library, intitled, “ A mer, “ rie, pleasant, and delectable historie betweene K. Edrvard “s the fourth, and a Tanner of Tamworth, &c. printed " et London, by John Danter, 1596.” This copy, arcient as it now is, appears to have been modernized and altered at the time it was published; but many vestiges of the more ancient readings wero recovered from another copy, (tho' more recently printed,) in one fheet folio, without date, in the Pepsi collection.
summer time, when leaves grow greene,
And bloftoms bedecke the tree,
Some pastime for to see.
With Hawke and hcunde he made him bowne,
With horne, and eke with bowe;
With all his lordes à rowe.
And he had ridden ore dale and downe
By eight of clocke in the day, When he was ware of a bold tanner
Come ryding along the waye.
A fayre russet coat the tanner had on
Faft buttoned under his chin, And under him a good cow-hide,
And a mare of four shilling.
Nowe stand you still, my good lordes all,
Under the grene wood spraye; And I will wend to yonder fellowe,
To weet what he will saye.
God speede, God speede thee, said our king.
Thou art welcome, fir, fayd hee. “ The readyest waye to Drayton Basset
I praye thee to lewe to mee.”
“ To Drayton Baffet woldst thou goe,
Fro the place where thou doft stand ?
Turne in upon thy right hand.”
That is an unreadye waye, fayd our king,
Thou doeft but jeft I fee :
And I pray thee wend with mee.
waye with a vengeaunce ! quoth the tanner :
I hold thee out of thy witt :
And I am fafting yett.
« Go with me downe to Drayton Baffet,
No daynties we will spare ;
And I will paye thy fare."
Gramercye for nothing, the tanner replyde,
Thou payeft no fare of mine :
Than thou haft pence in thine.
God give thee joy of them, fayd the king,
And send them well to priefe.
For he weende he had beene a thiefe.
What art thou, hee fayde, thou fine fellowe,
Of thee I am in great feare,
Might beseeme a lord to weare.
I never stole them, quoth our king,
I tell you, fir, by the roode. “ Then thou playeft, as many an unthrift doth, 55
And standeft in midds of thy goode."
What tydinges heare you, fayd the kynge,
As you ryde farre and neare ?
But that cowehides are deare."
« Cowe hides! cowe hides ! what things are those ?
I marvell what they bee?"
I carry one under mee.”
What craftsman art thou, said the king,
I praye thee tell me, trowe.
Nowe tell me what art thou ?"
I am a poore courtier, fir, quoth he,
That am forth of service worne ;
Thy cunninge for to learne.
Marrye heaven forefend, the tanner replyde,
That thou my prentise were :
By fortye filling a yere.
Yet one thinge wolde I, fayd our king,
If thou wilt not feeme strange :
Yet with thee I faine wold change.
Why if with me thou faine wilt change,
As change full well maye wee, By the faith of my bodye, thou proude fellowe,
I will have some boot of three."
That were against reason, fayd the king,
I sweare so me I thee :
And that thou weil mayit fee.
“ Yea, fir, but Brocke is gentle and mild,
And softly she will fare :
Aye skipping here and theare.”
What boote wilt thou have, our king reply'd ?
Now tell me in this stound, « Noe pence, nor half-pence, by my faye,
But a noble in gold so round.”
“ Here's twentye groates of white moneyè
Sith thou will have it of mee."
Thou hadît not had one penniè.
Bat since we two have made a change,
A change we must abide,
Thou gettest not my cowe hide.