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Thys day sevenyzt,
Wyth a flayl for to fyzt:
And [he], that is most of myght

Schal brouke hur wyth wynne.


Whoso berys 'hym best in the turnament,
Hym schal be granted the gre be the common assent,
For to wynne my dozter with [dughtynesse) of dent,
And [coppell] my brode-henne [that] was brozt out of

And my dunnyd kowe

For no spens wyl I spare,
For no cattell wyl I care,
He schal have my gray mare,

And my spottyd sowe.'


Ther was many [a] bold lad ther bodyes to bede: 55
Than thay toke thayr leve, and homward they yede;
And all the weke afterward graythed ther wede,
Tyll it come to the day, that thay suld do ther dede.
They armed ham in matts;

Thay set on ther nollys,
For to kepe ther pollys,
Gode blake bollys,

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,
Who schuld best fend hys cors:
He that had no gode hors,

He gat hym a mare.


Sych another gadryng have I not sene oft,
When all the gret company com rydand to the croft:
Tyb on a gray mare was set up on loft
On a sek ful of fedyrs, for scho schuld syt soft,
And led (till the gap].

of the men
Forther wold not Tyb then,
Tyl scho had hur brode hen

Set in hur lap.



A gay gyrdyl Tyb had on, borowed for the nonys,
And a garland on hur hed ful of rounde bonys,
And a broche on hur brest ful of [sapphyre] stonys,
Wyth the holy-rode tokenyng, was wrotyn for the

For no [spendings] thay had spared.

When joly Gyb saw hur thare,
He gyrd so hys gray mare,
[That scho lete a fowkin] fare

At the rereward.


'I wow to God,' quoth Herry, 'I schal not lefe behynde,
May I mete wyth Bernard on Bayard the blynde,
Ich man kepe hym out of my wynde,
For whatsoever that he be, before me I fynde,

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.
* And I wow,' quoth Dawkyn,
May I mete wyth Tomkyn,

His flayle I schal hym reve.'

'I make a vow,' quoth Hud, Tyb, son schal thou se, 100
Whych of all thys bachelery (granted] is the gre:
I schal scomfet thaym all, for the love of the;
In what place so I come thay schal have dout of me,
Myn armes ar so clere:

I bere a reddyl, and a rake,
Poudred wyth a brenand drake,
And three cantells of a cake

In ycha cornere.


'I vow to God' quoth Hawkyn, ‘yf [I] have the

Al that I fynde in the felde (thrustand] here aboute, 110
Have I twyes or thryes redyn thurgh the route,
In ycha stede ther thay me se, of me thay schal have

When I begyn to play.

I make avowe that I ne schall,
But yf Tybbe wyl me call,
Or I be thryes don fall,

Ryzt onys com away.'


Then sayd Terry, and swore be hys crede;
“Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede,
For when thay fyzt fastest and most ar in drede, 120
I schall take Tyb by the hand, and hur away

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
A doz trogh, and a pele,
A sadyll wythout a panell,

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;
For scho ys wele schapen, and lizt as the rae,
There is no capul in thys myle befor hur schal ga; 130
Sche wul ne nozt begyle:

Sche wyl me bere, I dar say,
On a lang somerys day,
Fro Hyssylton to Hakenay,

Nozt other half myle.'



'I make a vow,' quoth Perkyn, 'thow speks of cold

I schal wyrch (wyselyer] withouten any bost:
Five of the best capulys, that ar in thys ost,
I wot I schal thaym wynne, and bryng thaym to my

And here I grant thaym Tybbe.

Wele boyes here ys he,
That wyl fyzt, and not fle,
For I am in my jolyte,

Wyth so forth, Gybbe.'
When thay had ther vowes made, furth can thay hie, 145
With flayles, and hornes, and trumpes mad of tre:
Ther were all the bachelerys of that contre;
Thay were dyzt in aray, as thaymselfes wold be:

Thayr baners were ful bryzt Ver. 128, merth, MS.-Ver. 137, fwyselier, MS.–Ver. 146, flailes, and harnisse, PC.


Of an old rotten fell;
The cheveron of a plow-mell;
And the schadow of a bell,

Poudred wyth the mone lyzt.


I wot yt (was) no chylder game, whan thay togedyr

When icha freke in the feld on hys feloy bet,
And layd on styfly, for nothyng wold thay let,
And foght ferly fast, tyll ther horses swet,
And few wordys spoken.

Ther were flayles al to slatred,
Ther wer scheldys al to flatred,
Bollys and dysches al to schatred,

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

And yll were thay besene, or thay went thanns,
Wyth swyppyng of swepyls:

Thay were so wery for-foght,
Thay myzt not fyzt mare oloft,
But creped about in the [croft,]

As thay were croked crepyls.


Perkyn was so wery, that he began to loute;
Help, Hud, I am ded in thys ylk rowte:
An hors for forty pens, a gode and a stoute!
That I may lyztly come of my noye oute,

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.


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