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Never was that ministers, so furious nor curious, Nor yet her blows so boisterous, nor roisterous, nor dolorous, But sure I would venturous, hap Haphazard, bold blind bayard A fig for his uncourtesy, that seeks to shun good company. When men will seem misdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and crew. etc. Then wend ye on and follow me, Mansipula, mansipula. Let cropping cares be cast away, come follow me, come follow me, Subservus is a jolly lout, brace Haphazard bold blind bayard, A fig for his uncourtesy, that seeks to shun good company. When men will seem misdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and cry. etc. I by the Gods my masters, I told you plain, Who companies with me, will desire me again: But how did ye speed I pray ye show me, Was all well agreed did nobody blow ye. Mass sir, hap did so happen, that my Lord and master, Stayed in beholding and viewing the Pasture. Which when I perceived, what excuse did I make? I came in the cross way, on the nerside the Forlake, Hard by Hodge's half acre, at gaffers miller's style. The next way round about, by the space of a mile, Symkin's side ridge, my Lord stood talking, And angrily to me (quoth he) where hast thou been walking Without any staggering, I had ready my lie, Out at Bridgenredow, and at Benol's lease (quoth I) Your fatlings are feeding well Sir, the Gods be praised, A goodly loin of beef on them is all ready raised, The outsteps on Francis Fabulator that was never my friend, How past you Carters hay rock, at long meadow end There might one (quoth he) within this few days, With a cast net had given, mi knaves great assays: Under the Hedge with a pair of new Cards both rip and firdge, Is it true quoth my Lord, will this gear never be left, This causes swearing, and staring, proling and theft: Well (quoth my Lord) take heed lest I find it, And so passed his way, and did no more mind it. By the Gods that was sport, ye and sport alone, Yea, but I was in worse case by Saint John, My Lady in Church was set full devout, And hearing my coming she turned about: But as soon as I heard her snappishly sound, In this sort I crouched me down to the ground, And mannerly maude, as though I were sad, As soon as the Pue then strawed I had, She gave me a wink, and frowardly frown, Whereby I do judge, she would cudgel my gown: Then I did devise, a pretty fine prank, A mean whereby to pick me a thank: Of Margery Mildon the maid of the Milk house, And stainer the stutter the guide of the store house, Then was my Lady's anger well gone, And willbe so still, and the truth be not known.
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Neuer was that miſteris, ſo furious nor curious, Nor yet hir bloes ſo boiſterous, nor roſterous, nor dolorous, But ſure I would venterous, hap Haphazard, boulde blinde bayard A figge for his vncourteſie, that ſeekes to ſhun good companie. When men wyll ſeeme miſdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and crue. &c. Then wend ye on and folow me, Manſipula, manſipula. Let cropyng cares be caſt away, come folow me, come folow me, Subſeruus is a ioyly loute, brace Haphazard bould blinde bayarde, A figge for his vncourteſie, that ſeekes to ſhun good company. When men will ſeeme miſdoubtfully, Without an why, to call and cry. &c. I by the Gods my mayſters, I tould you plaine, Who companyes with me, will deſire me agayne: But how dyd ye ſpaede I pray ye ſhew me, Was all well agreed did no body blow ye. Maſſe ſyr, hap dyd ſo happen, that my Lorde and maiſter, Staied in behelding and viewing the Paſture. Which when I perceiued, what excuſe did I make? I came in the croſſe way, on the nerſide the Forlake, Hard by Hodges halfe aker, at gaffers Millers ſtile. The next way round about, by the ſpace of a mile, Andat Sy mkins ſide ridge, my Lord ſtoode talking, And angerly to me (quoth he) wher haſt thou ben walking Without any ſtaggeryng, I had ready my lye, Out at Bridgenredow, and at Benols leaſe (quoth I) Your fatlings are feding well Sir, the Gods be praiſed, A goodly loume of beef on them is all redy raiſed, The outſteps on Frauncis Fabulator that was neuer my friende, How paſt you Carters hay rocke, at long medow ende There might one (quoth he) within this few dayes, With a caſt net had geuen, mi knaues great aſſayes: Under the Hedge with a payre of new Cardes both rip and firdge, Is it true quoth my Lorde, will this geare neuer be lefte, This cauſes ſwearing, and ſtaring, proling and thefte: Well (quoth my Lorde) take hede leaſt I finde it, And ſo paſt his way, and did no more minde it. By the Gods that was ſport, ye and ſport alone, Yea, but I was in worſe caſe by Saint Jhon, My Lady in Church was ſet full douout, And hearing my comming ſhe tourned aboute: But as ſoone as I heard hir ſnappiſhly ſounde, In this ſorte I crouched me downe to the grounde, And mannerly maude, as though I were ſad, As ſoone as the Pue then ſtrawed I had, She gaue me a wincke, and frowardly frowne, Wherby I do iudge, ſhe woulde cougell my gowne: Then I dyd deuiſe, a prety fine pranke, A meane whereby to picke me a thanke: Of Margery Mildon the maide of the Milke houſe, And ſtainer the ſtutter the guid of the ſtore houſe, Then was my Ladies anger well gone, And wilbe ſo ſtill, and the truthe be not knowne.