No chair, ne table he mote spye, No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, Nought fave a rope with renning noose, That dangling hung up o'er his head. And over it in broad letters, These words were written fo plain to see : "Ah! graceleffe wretch, haft fpent thine all, "And brought thyfelfe to penurìe? "All this my boding mind mifgave, Sorely fhent wi' this rebuke, Sorely fhent was the heire of Linne, His heart, I wis, was near to brast With guilt and forrowe, fhame and finne. 15 20 25 Never a word fpake the heire of Linne, Never a word he spake but three : 30 "This is a trufty friend indeed, "And is right welcome unto mee." Then round his necke the corde he drewe, When lo! the ceiling burst in twaine, And to the ground came tumbling hee. K 2 35 Aftonyed Aftonyed lay the heire of Linne, Ne knewe if he were live or dead, At length he looked, and fawe a bille, And in it a key of gold fo redd. 1 He took the bill, and lookt it on, Strait good comfort found he there: It told him of a hole in the wall, In which there ftood three chefts in fere. Two were full of the beaten golde, The third was full of white money; And over them in broad letters These words were written fo plaine to see : "Once more, my fonne, I fette thee clere; "Amend thy life and follies paft; "For but thou amend thee of thy life, "That rope must be thy end at last." And let it bee, fayd the heire of Linne; 45 50 I wis, he neither stint ne stayd, Till John o' the Scales house he came neare. 60 And when he came to John o' the Scales, And then befpake the heire of Linne To John o' the Scales then louted hee: I pray thee now, good John o' the Scales, One forty pence for to lend mee. Away, away, thou thriftlefs loone; Away, away, this may not bee: For Chrifts curfe on my head, he sayd, If ever I trust thee one pennie. Then befpake the heire of Linne, To John o' the Scales wife then spake he: Madame, fome almes on me bestowe, I pray for sweet saint Charitìe. Away, away, thou thriftlefs loone, 65 70 75 I fwear thou gettest no almes of mee; For if we shold hang any lofel heere, The first we wold begin with thee. K 3 80 Then *Perhaps the Hole in the door or window, by which it was fpeered, i. e. fparred, faftened. Query. Then befpake a good fellòwe, Which fat at John o' the Scales his bord: Sayd, Turn againe, thou heire of Linne; Some time thou waft a well good lord: Some time a good fellow thou haft been, And other forty if need bee. And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales, For well I wot thou hadst his land, Up then spake him John o' the Scales, And here I proffer thee, heire of Linne, I drawe you to record, lords, he faid. With that he gave him a gods pennèe : Now by my fay, fayd the heire of Linne, And here, good John, is thy money. 85 99 95 100 And And he pull'd forth three bagges of gold, He told him forth the good red gold, And now Ime againe the lord of Linne. Sayes, Have thou here, thou good fellòwe, Now I am againe the lord of Linne, And forty pounds I will give thee, Now welladay! fayth Joan o' the Scales: Now Ime but John o' the Scales his wife. Now fare thee well, fayd the heire of Linne; Good John o' the Scales, Ile come to thee. 105 110 115 120 |