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lord_n	great_a	king_n	see_v	19,681	5	3.7569	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06253	A true report of all the burials and christnings within the citie of London and the liberties thereof, from the 23. of December, 1602 to the 22. of December 1603 whereunto is added the number of burialls in euery seuerall parish, from the 14. of Iuly, to the 22. of December, within the citie of London, and the liberties thereof adioyning to the same : according to the weekly reports made to the Kings Most Excellent Maiestie / by the Company of Parish Clarkes of London.	Worshipful Company of Parish Clerks.	1625 (1625)	STC 16740; ESTC S904	4,443	2

A pleasant new Ballad of the Miller of Mansfield in Sherwood and of King Henry the second and how he was lodged in the Millers house and of their pleasant communication To the Tune of The French Lavolta HEnry our royall King would ride a hunting To the gréene forrest so pleasant and faire To have the hart chased and daintie Does tripping Vnto mercy Sherwood his Nobles repaire Hawk and hound was unbound all things prepar'd for the same to the game with good regard All a long Summers day rod the King plesantly With all his Princes and Nobles each one Chasing the Hart and Hinde and the Buck gallantly Till the darke evening enforcst them turne home then at last riding fast he had lost quite all his Lords in the wood late in darke night Wandring thus wearily all alone up and downe With a rude Miller he met at the last Asking the ready way unto faire Nottingham Sir quoth the Miller your way you have lost yet I thinke what I thinke truth for to say you doe not likely ride out of your way Why what dost thou think of me qd our King merrily Passing thy iudgement upon me so briefe Good faith quoth the Miller I mean not to flatter thée I ghesse thée to be but some Gentleman thiefe stand thee backe in the dark light thee not downe lest that I presently cracke thy knaves crowne Thou dost abuse me much quoth our King saying thus I am a Gentleman and lodging I lacke Thou hast not quoth the Miller one groat in thy purse All thy inheritance hangs on thy backe I have gold to discharge all that I call if it be forty pence I will pay all If thou béest a true man then said the Miller I sweare by my tole-dish I le lodge thee all night Here 's my hand quoth our King that was I ever Nay soft quoth the Miller thou maist be a spright better Ilé know thée ere hands I doe shake with none but honest men hands will I take Thus they went all along unto the Millers house Where they were seething of Puddings and Souse The Miller first entred in then after him the King Never came he in so smoaky a house now quoth he let me see here what you are quoth our King looke your fill and doe not spare I like well thy countenance thou hast an honest face With my sonne Richard this night thou shalt lye Quoth his wife by my troth it is a handsome youth Yet it is best quoth his wife for to deale warily art not a run away I pray thée youth tell shew me thy Pasport and all shall be well Then our King presently making low courtesie With his hat in his hand thus he did say I have no Pasport nor never was servitour But a poore Courtier rode out of my way and for your kindnesse here offered to me I will requite it in every degree Then to the Miller his wife whispered secretly Saying it seemeth this youth's of good kin Both by his apparell and eke by his manners To turne him out certainely it were a great sinne ye quoth he you may see he hath some grace when he doth speake to his betters in place Well qd the Millers wife young man welcome here And though I say it well lodg'd thou shalt be Fresh straw I will have laid on your bed so bra●e Good browne hempen shéetes likewise quoth she I quoth the goodman and when that is done you shall lye with no worse than our owne sonne Nay first quoth Richard good fellow tell me tr●● Hast any creepers within thy gay hose Or art thou not troubled with the Scabado I pray you quoth the King what things are those art thou not lowsie nor scabby quoth he if thou béest surely thou liest not with me This caus'd the King suddenly to laugh most heartily Till the teares trickled downe from his eyes Then to their supper were they set orderly With a hot bag-pudding and good apple-pies nappy ale good and stale in a browne bowle which did about the boord merrily trowle Here quoth the Miller good fellow I drinke to the And to all the Courtnols that courteous be I pledge quoth our King and thanke you heartily For your good welcome in every degree and here in like manner I le drinke to your sonne doe so quoth Richard but quicke let it come Wife quoth the Miller fetch me forth light-foot That we of his sweetnesse a little may taste A faire Venison pasty then brought she forth 〈◊〉 Eate quoth the Miller but sir make no waste here 's dainty Light-foot in faith then said our King I never before eate so dainty a thing I wis said Richard no dainty at all it is For wee doe eat of it every day In what place said our King may be bought like this We never pay penny for it by my fay from merry Sherwood we fet it home here now and then we make bold with our Kings Déere Then I thinke said our King that it is Venison Each foole said Richard full well may see that Never are we without two or three in the 〈◊〉 Very well fleshed and excellent fat but pray thee say nothing where ere thou dost goe we would not for two pence the King should it know Doubt not then said our King my promised secrecy The King shall never know more on 't for me A cup of Lambs-wooll they dranke unto him then And then to bed they passed presently the Nobles next morning went all up and downe for to seeke out the King in every Towne At last at the Millers house soone they espi'd him 〈◊〉 As he was mounting upon his faire steed To whom they came presently falling downe in 〈…〉 Which made the Millers heart wofully bleed shaking and quaking before him he stood thinking he should have bin hang'd by the rood The King perceiving him fearefull and trembling Drew forth his sword but nothing he said The Miller downe did fall crying before them all Doubting the King would have cut off his head but his kinde courtesie there to requite gave him a great living and made him a Knight The second part of the Miller and the King Shewing how he came to the Court with his wife and Sonne and what merry conceits passed betweene the King and him WHen as our Noble King came home from Nottingham And with his Nobles in Westminster lay Recounting the sports and pastimes they had tane In this late progres●e along by the way of them all great and small this did he protest the Miller of Mansfields sport liked him best And now my Lords quoth the King I am determined Against Saint Geoges next sumptuous feast That this old Miller our last confirmed knight With his sonne Richard shall both be my guest for in this merriment 't is my desire to talke with the iolly Knight and the brave Squire When as the Noblemen saw the Kings pleasantnes They were right ioyfull and glad in their hearts A Pursevent