XIX. A LOVER OF LATE. From the Editor's folio Manufcript. A Lover of late was I, For Cupid would have it foe, I fighed and fobbed, and cryed, alas! Then knew not I what to doe, A ladye fo coy' to woe, Who gave me the affe so plaine: Yet would I her affe freelye bee, Soe fhee would helpe and beare with mee. An' I were as faire as fhee, Or fhee were as fond as I, What paire could have made, as wee, So prettye a fympathye : I was as fond as fhee was faire, But for all this we could not paire.. Paire with her that will for mee, For being a little faire. 20 The affe I'll leave to her disdaine ; XX. THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD. It has been a favourite fubject with our English balladmakers to reprefent our kings converfing, either by accident or defign, with the meaneft of their fubjects. Of the former kind, befides this fong of the King and the Miller; we bave K. Henry and the Soldier; K. James I. and the Tinker; K. William III. and the Forrester, &c. Of the latter fort, are K. Alfred and the Shepherd; K. Edward IV. and the Tanner; K. Henry VIII. and the Cobler, &c. -A few of the best of thefe we have admitted into this collection. Both the author of the following ballad, and others who have written on the fame plan, Jeem to have copied a very ancient poem, intitled JOHN THE REEVE, which is built on an adventure of the fame kind, that happened between K. Edward Longshanks, and one of his Reeves or Bailiffs. This is a piece of great antiquity, being writ ten before the time of Edward IV. and for its genuine bumour, diverting incidents, and faithful picture of ruftic manners, is infinitely fuperior to all that have been fince written in imitation of it. The editor has a copy in his ancient folio MS. but its length rendered it improper for this volume, it confifting of more than 900 lines. It contains alfo fome corruptions, and the editor chufes to defer its publication in hopes that fome time or other he shall be able to remove them. The following is printed from the editor's ancient folio MS. collated with an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, intitled" A pleafant ballad of K. Henry II. and "the Miller of Mansfield, &c." HE PART THE FIRST. ENRY, our royall king, would ride a hunting To the greene forest so pleasant and faire ; To fee the harts fkipping, and dainty does tripping: Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repaire : Hawke and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd 5 For the game, in the fame, with good regard. All a long fummers day rode the king pleafantlye, Wandering thus wearilye, all alone, up and downe, 10 15 Why, what doft thou think of me, quoth our king merrily, Paffing thy judgment upon me fo briefe ? 20 Good Good faith, fayd the miller, I meane not to flatter thee; I guess thee to bee but fome gentleman thiefe: Stand thee backe, in the darke; light not adowne, Left that I presentlye cracke thy knaves crowne. Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus; I am a gentleman; lodging doe lacke. 26 Thou haft not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe. I have gold to discharge all that I call If it be forty pence, I will pay all. If thou beeft a true man, then quoth the miller, 30 I sweare by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night. Here's my hand, quoth the king, that was I ever. Nay, foft, quoth the miller, thou may'ft be a fprite. Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake; With none but honeft men hands will I take. : Thus they went all along unto the millers houfe; 35 40 I like well thy countenance, thou haft an honest face; With my fon Richard this night thou shalt lye. Quoth his wife, by my troth, it is a handfome youth, `45 |