I make a vow, quoth Hud, Tyb, fon fchal thou fe, 100 I bere a reddyl, and a rake, In ycha cornere. 105 I vow to God, quóth Hawkyn, yf 'I' have the Gowt, Al that I fynde in the felde thrustand' here aboute, 110 Have I twyes or thryes redyn thurgh the route, In ycha ftede ther thay me fe, of me thay fchal have doute, When I begyn to play. I make avowe that I ne schäll, But yf Tybbe wyl me call, Or I be thryes don fall, Ryzt onys com away. Then fayd Terry, and swore be hys crede; 115 Ver. 101. grant. MS. C 2 V. 110. the MS, literally has th3. fand, bere,“ For 109, yf he have, MS, 이 For when thay fyzt fastest and most ar in drede, I fchall take Tyb by the hand, and hur away lede: In myn armys I bere wele A doz trogh, and a pele, A fadyll wythout a panell, 120 125 I make a vow, quoth Dudman, and swor be the ftra, Ther is no Capul in thys myle befor hur fchal ga; 130 Sche wyl me bere, I dar fay, On a lang fomerys day, Fro Hyffylton to Hakenay, Nozt other half myle. I make a vow, quoth Perkyn, thow fpeks of cold roft, I fchal wyrchwyfelyer' withouten any bost: Five of the beft capulys, that ar in thys oft, 135 I wot I fchal thaym wynne, and bryng thaym to my cost, Wele boyes here ys he, That wyl fyzt, and not fle, For I am in my jolyte, Wyth fo forth, Gybbe. 140 Wher Ver. 137. fwyfelier, MS. ANCIENT POEMS.. 21 When thay had ther vowes made, furth can thay hie,, 145 Of an old rotten fell; The cheveron of a plow-mell; And the fchadow of a bell, Quartred wyth the mone lyzt. I wot yt was' no chylder game, whan thay togedyr met, 150 (Poudred When icha freke in the feld on hys feloy bet, 155 And layd on fly fly, for nothyng wold thay leṛ, And foght ferly faft, tyll ther horses swet, And few wordys fpoken Ther were flayles al to flatred, Ther were fcheldys al to fiatred, 160 Bollys and dyfches al to schatred, There was clynkyng of cart-fadellys, & clatteryng of cannes ; Of fele frekys in the feld brokyn were their fannes; C 3 166 Wyth |