gowne, 50 Tufhe,fir John,quoth his wife, never here frett nor frowne; In this moft ftatelye fort, rode they unto the court, The merry old miller with hands on his fide; 55 His wife, like maid Marian, did mince at that tide. бо The king and his nobles that heard of their coming, 65 Quoth our king gentlye, how fhould I forget thee? 70 The The king and his courtiers laugh at this heartily, While the king taketh them both by the hand; With ladyes and their maids, like to the queen of spades, The millers wife did foe orderly stand, A milk-maids courtesye at every word; And downe the folkes were fet to the board: Where the king royally, in princelye majestye, Quoth fir John Cockle, I'll pledge you a pottle, Why art thou angry? quoth our king merrilye; 76 I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily Quoth Dicke, you are like to ftay till I have din'd: You feed us with twatling dishes foe fmall; Zounds, a blacke-pudding is better than all. 95 Aye, Aye, marry, quoth our king, that were a daintye thing, Could a man get but one here for to eate. With that Dicke ftraite arcfe, and pluckt one forth his hofe, The king made a proffer to fnatch it away :- 100 105 Thus in great merriment, was the time wholly spent ; 110 Many thankes for their painės did the king give them, 115 Then fir John Cockle the king call'd unto him, deer: 120 XXI. DUL XXİ. DULCIN A. Given from two ancient copies, one in black-print, in the Pepys collection; the other in the editor's folio MS. The fourth ftanza is not found in MS, aud feems redundant. A S at noone Dulcina refted In her fweete and fhady bower, Came a fhepherd, and requested In her lappe to sleep an hour: But from her looke a wounde he tooke So deepe, that for a further boone But in vayne fhee did conjure him To departe her prefence foe, Having a thousand tongues to allure him, And but one to bid him goe: Where lippes invite, and eyes delight, Perfuade delay, what boots to fay, Foregoe me now, come to me foone. He demands, what time for pleasure Can there be more fit than now ? • Which shee denies; nights mirkie noone In Venus' playes makes bold, fhe fayes; Foregoe me now, come to mee foone. But what promise or profeffion From his hands could purchase fscope? Who would fell the sweet poffeffion Of fuche beautye for a hope? Or for the fight of lingering night 20 25 Foregoe the present joyes of noone ? Though ne'er foe faire her speeches were, 3@ Foregoe me now, come to me foone. How, at laft, agreed thefe lovers ? Shee was fayre and he was young: The tongue may tell what th'eye discovers.; Did fhee confent, or he relent; Accepts hee night, or grants fhee noone ; Left he her mayd, or not; she fayd 35 XXII. THE |