Selected quad for the lemma: city_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
city_n	day_n	great_a	king_n	9,441	5	3.5510	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08963	The king and a poore n[or]therne man Shewing how a poore Northumberl[and] man, a tenant to the King, being wrong'd b[...] lawyer, (his neighbor) went to the King himsel[fe] to make knowne his grievances; full of simple mirth and merry plaine iests.	M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?	1633 (1633)	STC 19248; ESTC S119912	7,265	25

THE King and a poore No●therne man Shewing how a poore Northumberl●●● man a Tenant to the King being wrong'd b● 〈◊〉 Lawyer his Neighbour went to the King himself● to make knowne his grievances full of simple mirth and merry plaine Iests Printed at London by T. Cotes for Francis Grove dwelling neere 〈…〉 Sarasins head upon Snow hill 1633. THE King and a poore Northerne man COme harken to me all around and I will tell you a merry tale Of a Northumberland man that held some ground which was the Kings land in a dale He was borne and bred thereupon and his Father had dwelt there long before Who kept a good house in that Country and stav'd the Wolfe from off his doore Now for this Farme the good old man iust twenty shillings a yeare did pay At length came cruell death with his dart and this old Farmer he soone did slay Who left behind him an aude wife then that troubled was with micle paine And with her Crutches she walkt about for she was likewise blind and lame When that his Corpes were laid in the grave his eldest sonne possesse did the Farme At the same rent as his Father before he tooke great paines and thought no harme By him there dwelt a Lawyer false that with his Farme was not content But over the poore mans still hangs his nose because he did gather the Kings rent This Farme layd by the Lawyers Land which this vile kerne had a mind unto The déele a good conscience had he in his bulke that sought this poore man for to undoe He told him that he his Lease had forfite and that he must there no longer abide The King by such lownes hath mickle wrong done and for you the world is broad and wide The poore man prayed him for to cease and content himselfe if he would be willing And picke no vantage in my Lease and I shall give thée forty shilling It s neither forty shillings nor forty pound I se warrant thée so can agrée thée and me Vnlesse thou yéeld me thy Farme so round and stand unto my curtesie The poore man said he might not doe sa his wife and his Bearnes will make ill warke If thou wilt with my Farme let me ga thou séeme's a gud fellow I se give the 5. Marks The Lawyer would not be so content but further i' th matter he meanes to smell The neighbors bad the poore man provide his rent and make a submission to the King him sell This poore man now was in a great stond his senses they were almost wood I thinke if a had not tooke grace in 's minde that he would never againe béene good His head was troubled in such a bad plight as though his eyes were apple grey And if good learning he had not tooke he wod a cast himselfe away A doughty heart he then did take and of his mother did blessing crave Taking farewell of his Wife and Bearnes it earnd his heart them thus to leave Thus parting with the teares in his eyne his bob-taild dog he out did call Thou salt gang with me to the King and so he tooke his leave of them all He had a humble Staffe on his backe a Ierkin I wat that was of gray With a good blue Bonnet he thought it no lacke to the King he is ganging as fast as he may He had not gone a mile out o' th Toone but one of his neighbours he did espy How farre i st to 'th King for thither I 'me boone as fast as ever I can hye I am sorry for you neighbour he sayd for your simplicity I make moue I se warrant you you may aske to the King when nine or ten daies iourneyes you have gone Had I wist the King wond so farre I se néere a sought him a mile out ot'th Toone Hes either a sought me or weed neere a come nare at home I had rather spent a crowne Thus past he alang many a weary mile in raine and wet and in foule mire That ere he came to lig in his bed his dog and he full ill did tire Hard they did fare their charges to save but alasse hungry stomackes outcryes for meate And many a sup of cold water they dranke when in the lang way they had nought to eate Full lile we knew his hard griefe of mind and how he did long London to ken But yet he thought he should finde it at last because he met so many a men At length the top of Kirkes he spide and houses so thicke that he was agast I thinke quoth he their land is full deere for there 's nought that here lies wast But when he came into 'th Citty of London of every man for the King he did call They told him that he néede not feare for the King he lies now at White-hall For White-hall then he made inquire but as he passed strange géere he saw The bulkes with such gue gaves were dressed that his mind atone side it did draw Gud God unto himselfe he did say what a déele a place am I cumne unto Had a man I thinke a thousne pound in 's purse him selve a might quickly héere undoe At night then a lodging him a got and for his supper he then did pay He told the host then héed goe lig in his bed who straight tooke a condle and shewd him the way Then with spying of Farlies in the Citty because he had never béene there beforne He lée so long a bed the next day the Court was remov'd to Windsor that morn●… You ha laine too long in bed then said his host you ha laine too long by a great while The King is now to Windsor gone he 's further to séeke by twenty mile I thinke I was curst then said the poore man if I had bin wise I might ha consider Belike the King of me has gotten some wéet he had nee're gone away had I not come hither He fled not for you said the hoste but hie you to Windsor as fast as you may Be sure it will requite your cost for looke what 's past the King will pay But when he came at Winsor Castle with his humble staffe upon his backe Although the gates wide open stood he laid on them till he made um crack Why stay pray friend art mad quoth the Porter what makes thee kéepe this stirre to day Why I am a tenant of the Kings and have a message to him to say The King has men enough said the Porter your message well that they can say Why there 's ne're a Knave the King doth kéepe shall ken my secret mind to day 〈◊〉 were told ere I came from home ●…ere I came hither it would be deare bought ●et me in I se give a good single penny I sée thou wilt ha small ere thou 't doe for nought Gramercy said the Porter then thy reward 's so great I cannot say nay ●onders a Noble man within the Court I