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A merrie pleasant and delectable historie, betvveene King Edvvard the fourth, and a tanner of Tamworth as he rode vpon a time with his nobles a hunting toward Drayton Basset. Verie pleasant and merrie to read.
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A merrie pleasant and delectable Historie betvveene King Edvvard the fourth and a Tanner of Tamworth as he rode vpon a time with his Nobles a hunting toward Drayton Basset Verie pleasant and merrie to read Printed at London by John Danter 1596. A most pleasant History of King Edward the fourth and a Tanner of Tamworth IN Summer time when leaues grou greene and blossoms bud on euery tree King Edward would a hunting ride some pastime for to see With hawke and hound he made him bound with horne and eke with bow Toward Drayton Basset he tooke his way whosoeuer doth it know But as our King on his way rode forth by eight a Clocke of the day He was ware of a tanner of mery Tamworth was in a quaint of aray A good russet Coat the tanner had on he thought it mickle pride He rode on a Mare cost foure shillings and vnder him a good Cow-hide A pair of rough mittens the tanner did weare his hood was buckled vnder his chin Yonder comes a good fellow said our King that cares not whether he lose or win The tanner came singing on his Mare with one so merry a note He sung out of tune he was past care he had no neede to grease his throte Stand you here still my Lordes now vnder the greene wood spray And I will tide to yonder fellow to wit what he will say God speede good fellow said our King thou art welcom sir quoth he Which is the way to Drayton Basset I pray thee tell to me Marry that I will quoth the tanner right as here I stand The next paire of gallows that thou comes to turne in vpon thy right hand It is an vnready way said our king I tell you so mote I thee I pray you show me the readiest way the towne that I may see Go play thee great Iauel quoth the tanner I hold thee out of thy wit All day haue I ridden on Brocke my mare and I am fasting yet Why we will to the towne said our king We will eate and drinke and fare of the best and I will pay for the shot God haue mercy for nothing quoth the tanner thou paiest for none of mine For I haue as many Nobles in my purse as thou hast pence in thine God giue you toy of yours said our king and send thee well to priefe The tanner would faine haue beene a way for he wend he had beene a thiefe What art thou good fellow quoth the tanner of thee I am in great feare For the clothes that thou wearest on thy back are not for a Lord to weare I neuer stole them said our king I tell you sir by the Rood No thou plaiest as many an vnthrift doth thou standst in the mids of thy good What tidings heare you said our king as you ride farre and neare I heare no tidings quoth the tanner but that cow hides are deare Cow hides Cow hides then said our king I know not what they be Lo here thou maist see one quoth the tanner here lyeth one vnder me Knowst thou not a cow hide quoth the tanner and hast gone so long to schoole If euer thou come to dwell in the Country thou wilt be made a foole What crafts man are you said our king I pray you tell me now I am a Barker quoth the tanner I am a Courtier said our King forth of seruice I am worne Full faine I would be your prentise he said your cunning for to learne Marrie God forbid quoth the tanner that such a prentise I should haue He wold spend me more than he would get by fortie shillings a yere One thing would I wit said our King if you will not seeme strange Though my horse be better than your Mare with you faine would I change Nay there thou liest yet quoth the tanner by Christ thou shalt abide For if thou haue Brocke my Mare thou gets not my good Cowhide I will not haue it said our King I tell thee so mote I thee I will not carrie it away though you would giue it me Why then we must change quoth the tanner as needs me thinke thou wilt But if you haue Brocke my Mare I will looke to haue some boote That were against reason said our King I tell you so mote I thee My Horse is much better than your Mare and that you may well see A vise a vous now sayd the tanner whether thou wilt or no For my mare is gentle and will not kicke but softlie she will go And thy horse is vnhappie and vn wieldie But alwaies skipping here and there and therefore my mare is best What boot will you haue then said our king tell me now in this tide Neuer a single pennie quoth the tanner But a Noble of gold so red Why there is your Noble said our king well paid looke that you be I would haue sworne on a book quoth the tanner thou hadst not one pennie Now hath the king the tanners Mare she is nothing faire fat nor round And the tanner hath the kings good steede the saddle is worth fortie pound The tanner tooke vy the good Cowhide of the ground where he stood He threw it vpon the Kings Steede in the Saddle that was so good The Steed stared vpon the hornes vnder the greene wood spraie He had weende the Diuell of hell had bin come to carrie him thence away The tanner looked as fast on the Stirrops astonied sore he was He meruailed greatly in his minde whether they were gold or bras Help me good fellow quoth the tanner lightly that I were gone My wife and my neighbours more and lesse will say I am a Gentleman The King tooke the tanner by the leg and lift him vp a loft The tanner girded out a good round fart his belly it was so soft You make great waste said our king your curtesie is but small Thy horse is so high quoth the tanner againe I feare me of a fall But when the tanner was in the saddle the Steede began to blow and blast And against the roote of an old tree the tanner downe he cast Abide good fellow said our king ye make ouer great hast Thou shalt haue thy horse with a vengeance againe for my necke is well nigh brast Why then we must change said our king as me thinke needs thou woot But if you haue your Mare againe I will looke to haue some boote What boote wilt thou haue quoth the tanner tell me in this stouud Neuer a groat nor pennie said our king but of thy gold twentie pound Nay here is thy noble quath the tanner again and Christs blessing and mine Yea here is twentie good groats more goe drinke them at the wine So mote I thee then said our king it shall not slacke my woe For when a noble is in small monie full soone it is agoe Dost thou loue to keepe gold quoth the tanner the king answered and said ye Then I would thou were my neere kinsman for I thinke thou wilt thriue and thee Now hath the tanner Brocke his Mare and vnder him his good cowhide Our Noble King his horse againe which was a well faire Steede Now farewell good fellow quoth the tanner I will vide no longer with thee Carrie yet a little while said our King and some pastime we will see Our King set a Bugle to his mouth and blew a blast lowd and small Seuen score Lords Knights Squires BeomeÌ„ came riding ouer a Dale Now out alas quoth the tanner that euer I saw this tide Thou art a strong thiefe yonder be thy fellowes will haue my Mare and my Cowhide They are no theeues then said our kâ—ng I tell you so mote I thee It is my Lord of Drayton Basset is come a hunting to me But when before the king they came they fell downe on their knees The tanner had leuer than a thousand pound he had beene from their companies A coller a coller our king gan call quoth the tanner it will breede sorrow For after a coller commeth a halter I traw I shall be hangd to morrow Be not afraid tanner said our king I tell thee so mote I thee Lo here I make thee the best Esquier in all the North Countrie And Plumton Parke I will giue thee and Iacie in his tide It is worth three hundred pounds by yeare to prepare thy good Cowhide God a mercie good fellow quoth the tanner for this that thou hast done The next time thou comest to Tamworth town thou shalt haue clouting leather for thy shon Now God aboue speed well the Plough and keepe vs from care and woe Vntill euerie tanner in his Countrie