When thay had ther vowes made, furth can thay hie, 145
Wyth flayles, and hornes, and trumpes mad of tre :
Ther were all the bachelerys of that contre;
Thay were dyzt in aray, as thaymfelfes wold be:
Thayr baners wer ful bryzt

Of an old rotten fell;

The cheveron of a plow-mell;

And the fchadow of a bell,

Quartred' wyth the mone lyzt.

150

I wot yt was' no chylder game, whan thay togedyr met,

When icha freke in the feld on hys feloy bet,

155

And layd on ftyfly, for nothyng wold thay let,

And foght ferly faft, tyll ther horfes fwet,

There was clynkyng of cart-fadellys, & clatteryng of

cannes ;

Of fele frekys in the feld brokyn were their fannes; Offum were the hedys brokyn, of fum the brayn-pannes, And yll were thay befene, or thay went thanns,

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166 Wyth

Ver. 146 flailes, and harniffe. PC. 153. Poudred. MS.

V. 151. The Chiefe. P C.

V. 154. yt ys. MS.

Wyth fwyppyng of fwepyls :
Thay were fo wery for-foght,

Thay myzt not fyzt mare oloft,

But creped about in the 'croft,'

As thay were croked crepyls,

Perkyn was fo wery, that he began to loute;
Help, Hud, I am ded in thys ylk rowte :

170

An hors for forty pens, a gode and a stoute!

That I may lyztly come of my noye oute,

175

For no coft wyl I spare,

He ftyrt up as a fnayle,

And hent a capul be the tayle,

And 'reft' Dawkin hys flayle,

And wan there a mare,

Perkyn wan five, and Hud wan twa:

180

Glad and blythe thay ware, that thay had dọn fa
Thay wold have tham to Tyb, and present hur with tha;
The Capulls were fo wery, that thay myzt not ga,

But ftyl gon thay ftond.

Alas! quoth Hudde, my joye I lefe;

Mee had lever then a fton of chefe,

That dere Tyb had al these,

And wyft it were my fond.

Perkyn turnyd hym about in that ych thrang,

Among thos wery boyes he wreft and he wrang;

185

199

He

Ver. 168. The boyes were MS.

roft. MS.

V. 179. razt, MS.

V. 170. creped then about in the
V. 185. ftand. MS,

V. 189. fand, MS,

He threw tham doun to the erth, and thraft tham amang, When he faw Tyrry away wyth Tyb fang,

And after hym ran;

Off his horse he hym drogh,

And gaf hym of hys flayl inogh:

We te he! quoth Tyb, and lugh,
Ye er a dughty man.

195

200

Thus' thay tugged, and rugged, tyl yt was nere nyzt: All the wyves of Tottenham came to fe that fyzt Wyth wyfpes, and kexis, and ryfchys there lyzt, To fetch hom ther husbandes, that were tham trouth plyzt; And fum brozt gret harwos,

Ther husbandes hom to fetch,

Sum on dores, and fum on hech,

Sum on hyrdyllys, and fom on crech,
And fum on whele-barows.

Thay gaderyd Perkyn about, on' everych syde,

205

And grant hym ther the gre,' the more was hys pryde: Tyb and he, wyth gret mirth,' homward con thay ryde, And were al nyzt togedyr, tyl the morn tyde ;

And thay to church went :'

211

So wele hys nedys he has fped,

That dere Tyb he hath' wed ;
The prayse-folk, that hur led,
Were of the Turnament.

215

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Το

Ver. 199. Thys. MS.

V. 204. hom for to fetch. MS. V. 2c8.

about everych fide. MS. V. 209. the gre, is wanting in MS. V.210.

mothe. MS.

wed. MS.

V. 212. And thay ifere affent. MS.

V. 215. The cheefemen. PC.

V. 214. had

To that ylk feft com many for the nones;

Some come hyphalte, and some trippand 'thither' on the

ftonys;

Sum a ftaf in hys hand, and fum two at onys ;

Of fum were the hedes broken, of fome the fchulder

At that feaft were they served in rich aray,
Every fyve & fyve had a cokeney ;
And fo thay fat in jollity all the long day;

Tyb at night, I trowe, had a fimple aray;
Mickle mirth was them among ;

In every corner of the house

Was melody delicious,

For to here precious

Of fix mens fong †,

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V. FOR

Ver. 218. trippand on. MS.

*The laft ftanza is not in MS. but given from Bedwell's copy.

Six-men's fong, i. e. a fong for fix voices. So Shakespeare ufes Three-man fong-men, in bis Winter's Tale, A. 3. fc. 3. to denote men that could fing Catches compofed for three Voices. Of this fort are Weelkes's Madrigals mentioned below, Book II. Song 9. So again Shakefp. bas Three-men Beetle; i, e, a Beetle or Rammer worked by three men. 2 Hen. 4. A, I. Sc, 3.

V.

FOR THE VICTORY AT AGINCOURT.

That our plain and martial ancefters could wield their fwords much better than their pens, will appear from the following homely Rhymes, which were drawn up by fime poet laureat of thefe days to celebrate the immortal victory gained at Agincourt, Oct. 25, 1415. This fong or hymn is given meerly as a curiofity, and is printed from a MS. copy in the Pepys collection, vol. I. folio. It is there accompanied with the mufical notes, which are copied in a small plate at the end of this volume.

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!

WRE kynge went forth to Normandy,
With grace and myzt of chivalry;
The God for hym wrouzt marvelously,
Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cry

Deo gratias:

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria.

He fette a fege, the fothe for to say,
To Harflue toune with ryal aray ;
That toune he wan, and made a fray,
That Fraunce fhall rywe tyl domes day.

Deo gratias, &c.

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