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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>King Edward IV. And The Tanner of Tamworth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In summer time, when leaves grow greene,<br>And blossoms bedecke the tree,<br>King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,<br>Some pastime for to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With hawke and hounde he made him bowne,<br>With horne, and eke with bowe;<br>To Drayon Basset he tooke his waye,<br>With all his lordes a rowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he had ridden ore dale and downe<br>By eight of clocke in the day,<br>When he was ware of a bold tanner,<br>Come ryding along the waye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fayre russet coat the tanner had on,<br>Fast buttoned under his chin,<br>And under him a good cow-hide,<br>And a mare of four shilling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe stand you still, my good lordes all,<br>Under the grene wood spraye;<br>And I will wend to yonder fellowe,<br>To weet what he will saye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God speede, God speede thee,' said our king,<br>'Thou art welcome, sir,' sayd hee.<br>'The readyest waye to Drayton Basset<br>I praye thee to shewe to mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To Drayton Basset woldst thou goe,<br>Fro the place where thou dost stand?<br>The next payre of gallowes thou comest unto,<br>Turne in upon thy right hand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That is an unreadye waye,' sayd our king,<br>'Thou doest but jest I see;<br>Nowe shewe me out the nearest waye,<br>And I pray thee wend with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Awaye with a vengeance!' quoth the tanner:<br>'I hold thee out of thy witt:<br>All day have I rydden on Brocke, my mare,<br>And I am fasting yett.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go with me downe to Drayton Basset,<br>No daynties we will spare;<br>All daye shalt thou eate and drinke of the best,<br>And I will paye thy fare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gramercye for nothing,' the tanner replyde,<br>'Thou payest no fare of mine:<br>I trowe I've more nobles in my purse,<br>Than thou hast pence in thine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'God give thee joy of them,' sayd the king,<br>'And send them well to priefe;'<br>The tanner wolde fame have beene away,<br>For he weende he had beene a thiefe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What art thou,' he sayde, 'thou fine fellowe?<br>Of thee I am in great feare;<br>For the cloathes thou wearest upon thy backe<br>Might beseeme a lord to weare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I never stole them,' quoth our king,<br>'I tell you, sir, by the roode.'<br>'Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth,<br>And standest in midds of thy goode.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What tydinges heare you,' sayd the kynge,<br>'As you ryde farre and neare?'<br>'I heare no tydinges, sir, by the masse,<br>But that cowe-hides are deare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cowe-hides! cowe-hides! what things are those?<br>I marvell what they bee?'<br>'What, art thou a foole?' the tanner reply'd;<br>'I carry one under mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What craftsman art thou,' sayd the king;<br>'I praye thee tell me trowe.'<br>'I am a barker, sir, by my trade;<br>Nowe tell me what art thou?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am a poore courtier, sir,' quoth he,<br>'That am forth of service worne;<br>And faine I wolde thy prentise bee,<br>Thy cunninge for the learne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Marrye heaven forfend,' the tanner replyde,<br>'That thou my prentise were;<br>Thou woldst spend more good than I shold winne<br>By fortye shilling a yere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet one thinge wold I,' sayd our king,<br>'If thou wilt not seeme strange;<br>Thoughe my horse be better than thy mare,<br>Yet with thee I faine wold change.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why if with me thou faine wilt change,<br>As change full well maye wee,<br>By the faith of my bodye, thou proude fellowe,<br>I will have some boot of thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That were against reason,' sayd the king,<br>'I sweare, so mote I thee;<br>My horse is better than thy mare,<br>And that thou well mayst see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yea, sir, but Brocke is gentle and mild,<br>And softly she will fare;<br>Thy horse is unrulye and wild, I wiss,<br>Aye skipping here and theare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What boote wilt thou have?' our king reply'd;<br>'Now tell me in this stound.'<br>'Noe pence, nor half pence, by my faye,<br>But a noble in gold so round.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here's twentye groates of white moneye,<br>Sith thou will have it mee.'<br>'I would have sworne now,' quoth the tanner,<br>'Thou hadst not had one pennie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But since we too have made a change,<br>A change we must abide;<br>Although thou hast gotten Brocke, my mare,<br>Thou gettest not my cowe-hide.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will not have it,' sayd the kynge,<br>'I sweare, so mought I thee;<br>Thy foule cowe-hide I wolde not beare,<br>If thou woldst give it to mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tanner hee tooke his good cowe-hide,<br>That of the cow was hilt,<br>And threwe it upon the king's sadelle,<br>That was soe fayrelye gilte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now help me up, thou fine fellowe,<br>'Tis time that I were gone:<br>When I come home to Gyllian, my wife,<br>Sheel say I am gentilmon.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king he tooke him up by the legge<br>The tanner a f** lett fall;<br>'Nowe marrye, goode fellowe,' sayd the kyng,<br>'Thy courtesye is but small.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the tanner he was in the kinges sadelle,<br>And his foote in the stirrup was,<br>He marvelled greatlye in his minde,<br>Whether it were golde or brass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when his steede saw the cows toile wagge,<br>And eke the blacke cowe-horne,<br>He stamped, and stared, and awaye he ranne,<br>As the devill had him borne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tanner he pulld, the tanner he sweat,<br>And held by the pummil fast;<br>At length the tanner came tumbling downe,<br>His necke he had well-nye brast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Take thy horse again with a vengeance,' he sayd,<br>'With mee he shall not byde.'<br>'My horse wolde have borne thee well enoughe,<br>But he knewe not of thy cowe-hide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet if againe thou faine woldst change,<br>As change full well may wee,<br>By the faith of my bodye, thou jolly tanner,<br>I will have some boote of thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What boote wilt thou have,' the tanner replyd,<br>'Nowe tell me in this stounde?'<br>'No pence nor half-pence, sir, by my faye,<br>But I will have twentye pound.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here's twentye groates out of my purse,<br>And twentye I have of thine;<br>And I have one more, which we will spend<br>Together at the wine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king set a bugle-horne to his mouthe,<br>And blewe both loude and shrille;<br>And soone came lords, and soone came knights,<br>Fast ryding over the hille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nowe, out alas!' the tanner he cryde,<br>'That ever I sawe this daye!<br>Thou art a strong thiefe; yon come thy fellowes<br>Will beare my cowe-hide away.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They are no thieves,' the king replyde,<br>'I sweare, soe mote I thee;<br>But they are the lords of the north countrey,<br>Here come to hunt with mee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soone before our king they came,<br>And knelt downe on the grounde;<br>Then might the tanner have beene awaye,<br>He had lever than twentye pounde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A coller, a coller, here,' sayd the king,<br>'A coller,' he loud gan crye;<br>Then woulde he lever then twentye pound,<br>He had not beene so nighe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A coller, a coller!' the tanner he sayd,<br>'I trowe it will breed sorrowe;<br>After a coller commeth a halter;<br>I trowe I shall be hang'd to-morrowe.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be not afraid, tanner,' said our king;<br>'I tell thee, so mought I thee,<br>Lo here I make thee the best esquire<br>That is in the north countrie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For Plumpton-Parke I will give thee,<br>With tenements faire beside,-<br>'Tis worth three hundred markes by the yeare,-<br>To maintaine thy good cowe-hide.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gramercye, my liege,' the tanner replyde;<br>'For the favour thou hast me showne,<br>If ever thou comest to merry Tamworth,<br>Neates leather shall clout thy shoen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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King Edward wolde a hunting ryde,
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With hawke and hounde he made him bowne,
With horne, and eke with bowe;
To Drayon Basset he tooke his waye,
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