Staye here, quoth he, I'll bring you bread, Thus wandered these poor innocents, In one anothers armes they dyed, No burial 'this' pretty 'pair' 125 Two of his sonnes did dye; And to conclude, himselfe was brought 140 He pawn'd and mortgaged all his land And now at length this wicked act The fellowe, that did take in hand Such was God's blessed will: Who did confess the very truth, You that executors be made, Percy. III. 12 145 150 155 XX. A Lover of Late. PRINTED, with a few slight corrections, from the Editor's folio MS. A LOVER of late was I, For Cupid would have it soe, I sighed and sobbed, and cryed, alas! For her that laught, and called me ass. Then knew not I what to doe, When I saw itt was in vaine A lady soe coy to wooe, 5 Who gave me the asse soe plaine: 10 Yet would I her asse freelye bee, Soe shee would helpe, and beare with mee. XXI. The King and Willer of Wansfield. Ir has been a favourite subject with our English balladmakers, to represent our kings conversing, either by accident or design, with the meanest of their subjects. Of the former kind, besides the song of the King and the Miller, we have King Henry and the Soldier; King James I. and the Tinker; King William III. and the Forester, &c. Of the latter sort are King Alfred and the Shepherd; King Edwand IV. and the Tanner; King Henry VIII. and the Cobler, &c. A few of the best of these are admitted into this collection. Both the author of the following ballad, and others who have written on the same plan, seem to have copied a very ancient poem, entitled John the Reeve, which is built on an adventure of the same kind, that happened between King Edward Longshanks and one of his reeves or bailiffs. This is a piece of great antiquity, being written before the time of Edward the Fourth, and for its genuine humour, diverting incidents, and faithful picture of rustic manners, is infinitely superior to all that have been since written in imitation of it. The Editor has a copy in his ancient folio MS., but its length rendered it improper for this volume, it consisting of more than 900 lines. It contains also some corruptions, and the Editor chooses to defer its publication, in hopes that some time or other he shall be able to remove them. The following is printed, with corrections, from the Editor's folio MS. collated with an old black-letter copy in the Pepys collection, entitled, "A pleasant ballad of King Henry II. and the Miller of Mansfield," &c. PART THE FIRST. HENRY, our royall king, would ride a hunting Hawke and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd 5 All a long summers day rode the king pleasantlye, Chasing the hart and hind, and the bucke gallantlye, 10 Wandering thus wearilye, all alone, up and downe, Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily, Good faith, sayd the miller, I meane not to flatter thee; 15 20 Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus; 25 I am a gentleman; lodging I lacke. Thou hast not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe. 1I have gold to discharge all that I call; If it be forty pence, I will pay all. If thou beest a true man, then quoth the miller, 1 The king says this. 330 35 |