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Thys day sevenyzt,
Schal brouke hur wyth wynne.
Whoso berys 'hym best in the turnament,
For no spens wyl I spare,
And my spottyd sowe.'
Ther was many [a] bold lad ther bodyes to bede: 55
Thay set on ther nollys,
For batryng of bats.
Thay sowed tham in schepeskynnes, for thay schuld
not brest: Ilk-on toke a blak hat, insted of a crest: [A basket or a panyer before on ther brest,] And a flayle in ther hande; for to fyght prest,
Furth gon thay fare: Ver. 48, Dozty, MS.–Ver. 49, coppeld. We still use the phrase "a copplecrowned hen.'—Ver. 57, gayed, PC.- Ver. 66, is wanting in MS. and supplied from PC.
Ther was kyd mekyl fors,
He gat hym a mare.
Sych another gadryng have I not sene oft,
of the men
Set in hur lap.
A gay gyrdyl Tyb had on, borowed for the nonys,
When joly Gyb saw hur thare,
At the rereward.
'I wow to God,' quoth Herry, 'I schal not lefe behynde,
Ver. 72, He borrowed him, PC.Ver. 76, The MS. had once sedys, i.e. seeds, which appears to have been altered to fedyrs, or feathers. Bedwell's copy has Senvy, i.e. Mustard-seed.—Ver. 77, And led hur to cap. MS.–Ver. 83, Bedwell's PC. has · Ruel-Bones.'-Ver. 84, safer stones, MS.–Ver. 85, wrotyn, i.e. wrought. PC. reads, written.-Ver. 86, No catel [perhaps chatel] they had spared, MS.- Ver. 89, Then ... faucon, MS.
I wot I schall hym greve.'
• Wele sayd’ quoth Hawkyn.
His flayle I schal hym reve.'
'I make a vow,' quoth Hud, Tyb, son schal thou se, 100
I bere a reddyl, and a rake,
In ycha cornere.
'I vow to God' quoth Hawkyn, ‘yf [I] have the
I make avowe that I ne schall,
Ryzt onys com away.'
Then sayd Terry, and swore be hys crede;
lede: I am armed at the full; Ver. 101, grant, MS.–Ver. 109, yf he have, MS.--Ver. 110, the MS. literally has ths. sand, here.
In myn armys I bere wele
Wyth a fles of woll.'
'I make a vow,' quoth Dudman, and swor be the
stra, Whyls me ys
left my (mare,] thou gets hurr not swa;
Sche wyl me bere, I dar say,
Nozt other half myle.'
'I make a vow,' quoth Perkyn, 'thow speks of cold
Wele boyes here ys he,
Wyth so forth, Gybbe.'
Thayr baners were ful bryzt Ver. 128, merth, MS.-Ver. 137, fwyselier, MS.–Ver. 146, flailes, and harnisse, PC.
Of an old rotten fell;
Poudred wyth the mone lyzt.
I wot yt (was) no chylder game, whan thay togedyr
Ther were flayles al to slatred,
And many hedys brokyn.
There was clynkyng of cart-saddellys, & clatteryng
of cannes; Of fele frekys in the feld brokyn were their fannes; Of sum were the hedys brokyn, of sum the brayn
Thay were so wery for-foght,
As thay were croked crepyls.
Perkyn was so wery, that he began to loute;
175 For no cost wyl I spare. Ver. 151, The Ch PC.-Ver. 154, yt ys, MS.- Ver. 168, The boyes were, MS.—Ver. 170, creped then about in the croft, MS. VOL. II.