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And therefor now, in railing fort,
She thrust him out of door : Which is the just reward they get,
That spend upon a whore.
Oh! do me not this foul disgrace,
In this my need, quoth he.
With all despite might be.
And to the constable she went,
To have him apprehended ;
He had the law offended.
When Barnwel saw her drift,
To sea he got straightway;
Upon himself doth stay.
Unto the mayor of London then,
He did a letter write ;
He did at large recite.
Whereby the apprehended was,
And then to Ludlow fent :
For murder, incontinent.
And there this gallant quean did die,
This was her greatest gains :
Was Barnwel hang'd in chains.
Lo ! here's the end of wilful youth,
That after harlots haunt ;
About the itreets do flaunt.
KING HENRY THE SECOND AND THE MILLER OF
To the green forest, so pleasant and fair ;
Untò merry Sherwood his nobles repair :
All a long summers day rode the king pleasantly,
With all his princes and nobles each one ;
Till the dark evening enforc'd them turn home.
Wand'ring thus wearily, all alone, up and down,
With a rude miller he met at the last ;
Sir, quoth the miller, your way you have loft :
Why, what doft thou think of me? quoth our king merrily,
Passing thy judgement upon me so brief :
I guess thee to be but some gentleman thief:
Thou doft abuse me much, quoth our king, saying thus : :
I am a gentleman, and lodging I lack. Thou hast not, quoth the miller, one groat in thy purse ;
All thy inheritance hangs on thy back, “ I have gold to discharge all that I call; If it be forty pence, I will pay all."
If thou beest a true man, then said the miller,
I swear by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night.
Nay, soft, quoth the miller, thou may'st be a sprite :
Thus they went all along unto the millers house,
Where they were feething of puddings and fouse :
Never came he in so smoky a house.
'“ I like well thy countenance, thou haft an honest face ;
With my son Richard this night thou shalt lie.”
Yet it is beft, husband, for to deal warily :
Then our king presently, making low courtesy,
With his hat in his hand, thus he did say :
But a poor courtier, rode out of my way:
Then to the miller his wife whisper'd secretly,
Saying, It seems, this youth's of good kin, Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners ;
To turn him out, certainly 'twere a great fin. Yea, quoth he, you may fee, he hath fome grace, When he doch speak to his betters in place.
Well, quoth the millers wife, young man, welcome here,
And, though I say it, well lodg'd thou shalt be:
Good brown hempen sheets likewise, quoth fhe.
Nay, first, quoth Richard, good fellow, tell me true;
Haft any creepers within thy gay hose ?
I pray you, quoth the king, what things are those ?
This caus’d the king suddenly to laugh most heartily,
Till the tears trickled down from his eyes.
With a hot bag-pudding, and good apple pies;
Here, quoth the miller, good fellow, I drink to thee,
And to all courtnols that courteous be.
For your good welcome in every degree :