1 ANCIENT POE M S. God give thee joy of them, fayd the king, What art thou, hee fayde, thou fine fellòwe, Of thee I am in great feare, For the cloathes, thou weareft upon thy backe, I never ftole them, quoth our king, I tell you, fir, by the roode. 87 45 50 "Then thou playeft, as many an unthrift doth, 55 What tydinges heare you, fayd the kynge, "I heare no tydinges, fir, by the maffe, But that cowe-hides are deare," 60 "Cowe-hides! cowe-hides! what things are thofe ? I marvell what they bee ?" What art thou a foole? the tanner reply'd; I carry one under mee. ti. e. haft no other wealth, but what thou carrieft about thee. i. e. a dealer in Bark. I am a poore courtier, fir, quoth he, Thy cunninge for to learne. Marrye heaven forfend, the tanner replyde, 70 Thou woldft spend more good than I shold winne 75 By fortye fhilling a yere. Yet one thinge wolde I, fayd our king, If thou wilt not feeme ftrange : Thoughe my horse be better than thy mare, "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 fome boot of thee." That were against reason, 'fayd the king, I fweare, fo mote I thee: 80 85 My horfe is better than thy mare, And that thou well mayft fee. "Yea, fir, but Brocke is gentle and mild, And foftly she will fare: 90 Thy horse is unrulye and wild, I wiss ; Aye skipping here and theare." What ANCIENT POEMS. What boote wilt thou have? our king reply'd; Now tell me in this ftound. "Noe pence, nor half pence, by my faye, But a noble in gold fo round." "Here's twentye groates of white moneyè, Sith thou will have it of mee." I would have fworne now, quoth the tanner, But fince we two have made a change, A change we must abide, Although thou haft gotten Brocke my mare, Thou getteft not my cowe-hide. I will not have it, fayd the kynge, I fweare, fo mote I thee; Thy foule cowe-hide I wolde not beare, If thou woldft give it to mee. The tanner hee tooke his good cowe-hide, That of the cow was hilt; And threwe it upon the king's fadèlle, 89 95 100 105 110 That was foe fayrelye gilte. "Now help me up, thou fine fellòwe, 'Tis time that I were gone : When I come home to Gyllian, my wife, 115 The king he tooke him up by the legge; The tanner a f** lett fall. Nowe marrye, good fellowe, fayd the kyng, When the tanner he was in the kinges fadèlle, 120 But when his fteede faw the cows taile wagge, 125 He ftamped, and ftared, and awaye he ranne, The tanner he pulld, the tanner he sweat, And held by the pummil faft: At length the tanner came tumbling downe; 130 Take thy horfe again with a vengeance, he sayd, With mee he shall not byde. "My horfe wolde have borne thee well enoughe, 135 But he knewe not of thy cowe-hide. 'Yet if againe thou faine woldt change, As change full well may wee, By the faith of my bodye, thou jolly tannèr, I will have fome boote of thee." 140 What ANCIENT POEMS. What boote wilt thou have, the tanner replyd, Nowe tell me in this ftounde? "Noe pence nor halfpence, fir, by my faye, But I will have twentye pound." 91 "Here's twentye groates out of my purfe; 145 And twentye I have of thine : And I have one more, which we will spend The king fet a bugle horne to his mouthe, And blewe both loude and fhrille: 150 And foone came lords, and foone came knights, Faft ryding over the hille. Nowe, out alas! the tanner he cryde, That ever I fawe this daye! Thou art a ftrong thiefe, yon come thy fellowes 155 Will beare my cowe-hide away. They are no thieves, the king replyde, I sweare, foe mote I thee: But they are the lords of the north countrèy, Here come to hunt with mee. And foone before our king they came, And knelt downe on the grounde: Then might the tanner have beene awaye, He had lever than twentye pounde. 160 |