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To beg my bread from door to door
I wis, it were a brenning shame : To rob and steal it were a finne:
To worke my limbs I cannot frame.
Now lle away to lonesome lodge,
For there my father bade me wend; When all the world should frown on mee,
I there fhold find a trusty friend.
Part THE SECOND.
WAY then hyed the heire of I.inne
U'er hill and holt, and moor and fenne, Untill he came to lonesome lodge,
That stood fo lowe in a lonely glenne.
He looked up, he looked downe,
In l.ope some comfort for to winne: But bare and lothly were the walles.
Here's sorry cheare, quo' the heire of Linne.
The little windowe dim and darke
Was hung with ivy, brere, and yewe; No shimmering sunn here ever shone ;
Ne halefume breeze here ever blew.
No chair, ne table he mote spye,
No chearful hearth, ne welcome bed, Nought fave a rope with renning noose,
I hat dangling hung up o'er his head.
And over it in broad letters,
These words were written fo plain to see: “Ah! graceleffe wretch, haft spent thine all,
And brought thyselfe to penurie?
“ All this my boding mind misgave,
“ I therefore left this trusty friend : “ Let it now sheeld thy foule disgrace,
“ And all thy shame and sorrows end.”
Sorely fhent wi' this rebuke,
Sorely (hent was the heire of Linge; His heart, I wis, was near to brast
With guilt and forrowe, fame and finne.
Never a word spake the heire of Linne,
Never a word he spake but three : “ This is a trusty friend indeed,
" And is right welcome unto mee."
Then round his necke the corde he drewe,
And sprang aloft with his bodie : When lo! the ceiling burst in twaine,
35 And to the ground came tumbling hee.
Astonyed lay the heire of Linne,
Ne knewe if he were live or dead :
And in it a key of gold fo redd.
He took the bill, and lookt it on,
Strait good comfort found he there :
In which there stood three chests in-fere *.
Two were full of the beaten golde,
The third was full of white money;
These words were written so plaine to see:
“ Once more, my sonne, I sette thee clere ; .
" Amend thy life and follies past ;
“ That rope must be thy end at last."
And let it bee, fayd the heire of Linne;
And let it bee, but if I amend t: For here I will make mine avow,
This reade I Mall guide me to the end.
Away then went with a merry cheare,
Away then went the heire of Linne; I wis, he neither ceas'd ne blanne,
Till John o'the Scales house he did winne. 60 * in-fere, i. fo together.
of i.e. unless I amend. loc, advicc, counsel.
Ver. 60, an old ncribern pkrase.
And when he came to John o' the Scales,
Upp at the speere * then looked hee;
Were drinking of the wine so free.
And John himself sate at the bord-head,
Because now lord of Linne was hee.
One forty pence for to lend mee.
Away, away, thou thriftless loone;
Away, away, this may not bee:
If ever I trust thee one people.
Then bespake the heire of Linne,
To John o' the Scales wife then spake he:
I pray for sweet saint Charitie.
Away, away, thou thriftless loone,
I swear thou getteit no almes of mee ;
The first we wold begin with thee.
* Perbaps the Hole in the door or window, by which it was fpeere:', 1. e. Sparred, faftened, or jut.-In Bale's 2d Part of the Acts of Eng. Votaries, we have this phrase, (fo.38.) “The dore therof oft tymes 5 opened and speared agayne.”
Then bespake a good fellowe,
Which lat at John o'the Scales his bord; Sayd, Turn agaive, thou heire of Linne;
Sumne time thou wast a well good lord :
Soine time a good fellow thou hast been,
And sparedit not thy gold and fee; Therefore Ile lend thee forty pence,
And other forty if need bec.
And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales,
To let hin sit in thy companie : For well I wot thou hadst his land,
And a good bargain it was to thee.
Up then spake him John o' the Scales,
All wood he answer*d him againe : Now Christs curse on my head, he sayd,
But I did lose by that bargàine.
And here I proffer thee, heire of Linne,
Before these lords so faire and free,
By a hundred markes, than I had it of thee.
I drawe you to record, lords, he said.
With that he cast him a gods pennie : Now by my fay, fayd the heire of Linne,
And here, good John, is thy money.
Vel. 34. 102. caft, is the reading of the MS.