Perkyn the potter into the prefs paft,

And fayd Randol the refe, a dozter thou haft,

Tyb the dere:

Therfor faine wyt wold I,

Whych of all thys bachelery
Were best worthye

To wed hur to hys fere..

Upftyrt thos gadelyngys wyth ther lang flaves,
And fayd, Randol the refe, lo! thys lad raves;
Boldely amang us thy dozter he craves ;
We er rycher men then he, and mor gode haves
Of cattell and corn;
Then fayd Perkyn, To Tybbe I have hyzt
That I fchal be alway redy in my ryzt,
If that it fchuld be thys day fevenyzt,

Or elles zet to morn.

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Then fayd Randolfe the refe, Ever be he waryd,
That about thys carpyng lenger wold be taryd:
I wold nor my dozter, that fcho were mifcaryd,
But at hur moft worfchip I wold fcho were maryd; 40
Therfor a Turnament fchal begynne

Hym fchal be granted the gre be the comon affent,

For

For to wynne my dozter wyth' dughtyneffe' of dent, And 'coppell' my brode-henne 'that' was brozt out of

Kent:

And my dunnyd kowe

For no fpens wyl I fpare,

For no cattell wyl I care,

He schal have my gray mare,
And my spottyd fowe.

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

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Thay fowed tham in fchepeskynnes, for thay fchuld not

brest:

Ilk-on toke a blak hat, infted of a crest:

'A basket or a panyer before on ther brest,'

And a flayle in ther hande; for to fyght preft,
Furth gon thay fare :

Ther was kyd mekyl fors,

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Who schuld best fend hys cors:

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He that had no gode hors,

He gat hym a mare.

Ver. 48. Dozty. MS. V. 49. coppeld. We fill use the phrase "

copple-crowned ben." V. 57. gayed. PC. MS. and fupplied from PC.

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V. 66. is wanting in

V. 72. He borrowed him. PC.

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Sych

Sych another gadryng have I not fene oft,

When all the gret company com rydand to the croft:

Tyb on a gray mare was set up on loft

On a fek ful of fedyrs, for scho fchuld fyt foft,

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 breft ful of fapphyre' ftonys,

Wyth the holy-rode tokenyng, was wrotyn for the

nonys;

For no spendings' thay had spared.

When joly Gyb saw hur thare,

He gyrd fo hys gray mare,

That scho lete a fowkin' fare

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At the rereward.

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I wow to God, quoth Herry, I fchal 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. 76. The MS. had once fedys, i. e. feeds, which appears to have been altered to fedyrs, or feathers. Bedwell's copy has Senvy, i. e. Mustard-feed. V. 77. And led hur to cap. MS. V. 84. fafer ftones. MS. written. V. 8. No catel V. 89. Then... faucon. MS.

PC. bas Ruel-Bones'.

i. e. wrought. PC. reads,
they had fpared. MS.
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V. 83. Bedwell's V. 85. wrotyn, [perhaps chatel]

I wot

I wot I schall hym greve.

Wele fayd, quoth Hawkyn.

And I wow, quoth Dawkyn,

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May I mete wyth Tomkyn,

Hys flayle I schal hym reve.

I make a vow, quoth Hud, Tyb, fon schal thou fe,
Whych of all thys bachelery granted' is the gre:
I schal fcomfet thaym all, for the love of the';
In what place fo I come thay schal have dout of me,
Myn armes ar fo clere:

I bere a reddyl, and a rake,

Poudred wyth a brenand drake,
And three cantells of a cake

In ycha cornere.

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I vow to God, quoth Hawkyn, yf 'I' have the gowt,
Al that I fynde in the felde 'thrustand' here aboute, 110
Have I twyes or thryes redyn thurgh the route,

In ycha ftede ther thay me fe, of me thay schal have doute,
When I begyn to play.

I make avowe that I ne fchall,

But yf Tybbe wyl me call,

Or I be thryes don fall,

Ryzt onys com away.

Then fayd Terry, and fwore be hys crede;

Saw thou never yong boy forther hys body bede,

Ker. 101. grant. MS.

V. 110. the MS. literally has thr. fand, bere.

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V. 109. yf he have. MS.

For when thay fyzt fastest and most ar in drede,

I schall take Tyb by the hand, and hur away lede:

I am armed at the full;

In myn armys I bere wele

A doz trogh, and a pele,
A fadyll wythout a panell,
Wyth a fles of woll.

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I make a vow, quoth Dudman, and fwor be the stra, Whyls me ys left my 'mare,' thou gets hurr not fwa; For scho ys wele schapen, and lizt as the rae,

Ther is no capul in thys myle befor hur fchal ga; 130 Sche wul ne nozt begyle:

Sehe wyl me bere, I dar fay,

On a lang fomerys day,

Fro Hyffylton to Hakenay,

Nozt other half myle.

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

I fchal wyrchwyfelyer' withouten any bost:

Five of the beft capulys, that ar in thys oft,

I wot I schal thaym wynne, and bryng thaym to my cost, And here I grant thaym Tybbe.

Wele boyes here ys he,

That wyl fyzt, and not fle,
For I am in my jolyte,

Wyth fo forth, Gybbe.

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Ver. 137. fwyfelier. MS.

Ver. 128. merth. MS.

When