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God, through thy might and thy mercy, All that loveth game and glee Their soules to heaven bringe. Best is mirth of all solace; Therfore I hope itt betokenes grace, Of mirth who hath likinge. As I heard tell this other yere, A clarke came out of Lancashire; A rolle he had reading. A bourde written therein he found That sometime fell in England In Edwardes dayes our king. By east, west, north, and southe All this realme well run hee cowthe, Castle, tower, and towne. Of that name were kinges three, But Edward with the long shankes was hee, A lord of great renowne. As the king rode ahunting upon a day Three fawcones flew away; He followed wonderous fast. They rode upon their horsses that tyde. They rode forth on every side; The country they umbecast. From morning untill eveninge late Many menn abroad they gate, Wandring all alone. The night came att the last; There was no man that wist What way the king was gane, Save a bishopp and an erle free That was allwayes the king full nye. And thus then gan they say, “Itt is a folly, by St. John, For us thus to ryde alone Soe many a wilsome way: “A king and an erle to ryde in hast, A bishopp from his courte to be cast, For hunting, sikerlye. The whether happned wonderous ill: All night wee may ryde with unskill, Nott wotting where wee bee.” Then the king began to say, “Good Sir Bishopp, I you pray, Some comfort, if you may.” As they stoode talking all about They were ware of a carle stout. “Gooddeene, fellow,” can they say. Then the erle was well apayd. “You be welcome, good fellow,” hee sayd, “Of fellowshipp wee pray thee.” The carle full hye on horsse sate. His legges were short and broad, His stirroppes were of tree; A payre of shooes were stiffe and store, On his heele a rustye spurre — Thus forwardes rydeth hee. The bishopp rode after on his palfrey: “Abyde, good fellow, I thee pray, And take us home with thee.” The carle answered him that tyde, “From me thou gettest noe other guide, I sweare by sweete St. John.” Then said the erle, ware and wise, “Thou canst litle of gentrise. Say not soe for shame.” The carle answered the erle unto, “With gentlenesse I have nothing to doe, I tell thee by my fay.” The weather was cold and even roughe; The king and the erle sate and loughe, The bishopp did him soe pray. The king said, “Soe mote I thee, Hee is a carle, whosoever hee be: I reade wee ryde him neere.” They sayd with wordes hend, “Ryd saftlye, gentle freind, And bring us to some harbor.” Then to tarry the carle was lothe, But rode forth as he was wrothe, I tell you sickerlye. The king sayd, “By Mary bright, I troe wee shall ryde all this night In wast unskillfullye. “I feare wee shall come to no towne. Ryde to the carle and pull him downe, Hastilye without delay.” The bishopp said soone on hye, “Abide, good fellow, and take us with thee, For my love, I thee pray.” The erle said, “By God in heaven, Oft men meete att unsett steven: To quite thee well wee may.” The carle sayd, “By St. John, I am affrayed of you eche one, I tell you by my fay.” The carle sayd, “By Marye bright, I am afrayd of you this night. I see you rowne and reason. I know you not and itt were day. I troe you think more then you say. I am affrayd of treason. “The night is merke: I may not see What kind of men that you bee. But and you will doe one thinge — Swere to doe me not desease — Then wold I faine you please, If I cold with anythinge.” Then sayd the erle, with wordes free, “I pray you, fellow, come hither to mee, And to some towne us bringe. And after, if wee may thee kenn Amonge lordes and gentlemen, Wee shall requite thy dealinge.” “Of lordes,” sayeth hee, “speake no moe: With them I have nothing to doe, Nor never thinke to have. For I had rather be brought in bale My hood or that I wold vayle On them to crouch or crave.” The king sayd curteouslye, “What manner of man are yee Att home in your dwellinge?” “A husbandman, forsooth, I am And the kinges bondman; Thereof I have good likinge.” “Sir, when spake you with our king?” “In faith, never in all my living; He knoweth not my name. And I have my capull and my crofft. If I speake not with the king oft, I care not, by St. Jame.” “What is thy name, fellow, by thy leave?” “Marry,” quoth hee, “John de Reeve. I care not who itt heare. For if you come into my inne With beane-bread you shall beginne Soone att your soupper, “Salt bacon of a yeare old, Ale that is both sower and cold — I use neither braggatt nor bere. I lett you witt withouten lett I dare eate noe other meate: I sell my wheate ech yeere.” “Why doe you, John, sell your wheate?” “For I dare not eate that I gett; Therof I am full wrothe. For I love a draught of good drinke as well As any man that doth itt sell, And alsoe a good wheat loffe. “For he that first starveth John de Reeve, I pray to God hee may never well cheeve, Neither on water nor land, Whether itt be sheriffe or king That makes such statutinge: I outcept never a one. “For and the kings penny were layd by mine I durst as well as hee drinke the wine Till all my good were gone. But sithence that wee are meitt soe meete, Tell mee where is your receate: You seeme good laddes eche one.” The erle answered with wordes faire, “In the kinges house is our repayre, If wee bee out of the way.” “This night,” quoth John, “you shall not spill, Such harbour I shall bring you till: I hett itt you today. “Soe that yee take itt thankeffullye In Godes name, and St. Jollye, I aske noe other pay. And if you be sturdy and stout, I shall garr you to stand without For ought that you can say. “For I have two neigbores won by mee Of the same freeledge that am I: Of o bandshipp are wee. The bishopp of Durham the tone oweth; The erle of Gloster, whosoe him knoweth, Lord of the other is hee. “Wist my neighbors that I were thratt, I vow to God, they wold not lett For to come soone to mee. If any wrong were to mee done Wee three durst fight a whole afternoone, I tell you sikerlye.” The king said, “John, tell us not this tale: Wee are not ordayned for battell; Our weedes are wett and cold. Heere is no man that yee shall greeve. But helpe us, John, by your leave, With a bright feare and bold.” “I’ faith,” sayd John, “that you shall want, For fuell heere is wonderous scant, As I heere have yee told. Thou getteth noe other of John de Reeve, For the kinges statutes whilest I live I thinke to use and hold. “If thou find in my house paymen fine Or in my kitchin poultry slaine Peradventure thou wold say That John Reeve his bond hath broken. I wold not that such wordes weere spoken In the kinges house another day, “For itt might turne me to great greeffe. Such proud laddes that beare office Wold danger a pore man aye. And or I wold pray thee of mercy longe, Yett weere I better to lett thee gange, In twentye-naine devilles way.” Thus they rode to the towne. John de Reeve lighted downe Besides a comlye hall. Four men belive came wight; They halted them full right When they heard John call. They served him honestly and able And his horsse to the stable And lett noe tenne misfall. Some went to warne their dame That John had brought guestes home. Shee came to welcome them tyte, In a side kirtle of greene. Her head was dight all bydeene: The wiffe was of noe pryde. Her kerchers were all of silke, Her hayre as white as any milke, Lovesome of hue and hyde. Shee was thicke and somedeale broad: Of comlye fashyon was shee made, Both belly, backe, and side. Then John calld his men all, Sayes, “Build me a fire in the hall, And give their capulles meate. Lay before them corne and hay. For my love rubb off the clay, For they beene weary and wett. “Lay under them straw to the knee, ……………………………………. ……………………………………. ……………………………………. For courtyers comonly wold be jollye And have but litle to spend.” Then hee said, “By St. John, You are welcome, every one, If you take itt thankefullye. Curtesye I learned never none, But after mee, fellowes, I read you gone.” Till a chamber they went, all three. A charcole fire was burning bright. Candles on chandlours light: Eche freake might other see. “Where are your sordes?” quoth John de Reeve. The erle said, “Sir, by your leave, Wee weare none, perdye.” Then John rowned with the erle soe free: “What long fellow is yonder,” quoth hee, That is soe long of lim and lyre?” The erle answered with wordes small, “Yonder is Peeres Pay-for-all, The queenes cheefe fawconer.” Ah ah,” quoth John, “for Godes good, Where gott hee that gay hood, Glitering of gold itt were? And I were as proud as hee is like, There is no man in England ryke Shold garr me keepe his gleades one yere. “I pray you, sir, for Godes werke, Who is yond in yonder serke, That rydeth Peeres soe nye?” The erle answered him againe, “Yonder is a pore chaplaine, Long advanced or hee bee. “And I myselfe am a sumpter man; Other craft keepe I none, I say you withouten miss.” “You are fresh fellowes to your a-pay, Jolly jetters in your array, Proud laddes, and I trow, penyles.” The king said, “Soe mote I thee, There is not a penny amongst us three To buy us bread and flesh.” “Ah ha,” quoth John, “there is small charge, For courtyers comonlye are att large, If they goe never soe fresh. “I goe girt in a russett gowne, My hood is of homemade browne, I weare neither burnett nor greene; And yett I troe I have in store A thousand pounds and somedeale more, For all yee are prouder and fine. “Therfore I say, as mote I thee, A bondman itt is good bee, And come of carles kinne. For and I bee in taverne sett, To drinke as good wine I will not lett As London Edward or his queene.” The erle sayd, “By Godes might, John, thou art a comly knight, And sturdy in everye fray.” “A knight!” quoth John, “Doe away for shame. I am the kinges bondman. Such wast wordes doe away. “I know you not in your estate. I am misnurtured, well I wott: I will not therto say nay. But if any such doe me wrong, I will fight with him hand to hand When I am cladd in mine array.” The bishopp sayd, “You seeme sturdye. Travelled you never beyond the sea?” Jhon sayd sharplye, “Nay. I know none such strange guise, But att home on my owne wise I dare hold the hye way. “And that hath done John Reeve scath, For I have made such as you wrath With choppes and chances yare.” “John de Reeve,” sayd our king, “Hast thou any armouringe, Or any weapon to weare?” “I vow, sir, to God,” sayd John thoe, “But a pikefforke with graines two — My father used never other speare — A rusty sword that well will byte, And a thwyttel a handffull syde That sharplye will share, “An acton and a habargyon a foote side; And yett peradventure I durst abyde As well as thou, Peeres, for all thy painted geere.” Quoth John, “I reede wee goe to the hall, Wee three fellowes and Peeres Pay-for-all; The proudest before shall fare.” Thither they raked anon wright. A charcole fyer was burning bright With many a strang brand. The hall was large and somedeale wyde: There bordes were covered on everye syde; There mirth was commannde. Then the goodwiffe sayd with a seemlye cheere, “Your supper is readye there.” “Yett watter,” quoth John, “lettes see.” By then came Johnes neighbors two: Hodgkin Long and Hob alsoe. The first fitt here find wee. Second Parte John sayd, “For want of a marshall I will take the wand. Peeres Fawconer before shall gange: Begin the dish shall hee. Goe to the bench, thou proud chaplaine; My wiffe shall sitt thee againe: Thy meate-fellow shall shee bee.” He sett the erle against the king. They were faine att his bidding. Thus John marshalled his meanye. Then John sperred where his daughteres were. “The fairer shall sitt by the fawconere: He is the best farrand man. The other shall the sompter man have.” The erle sayd, “Soe God me save, Of curtesye, John, thou can.” “If my selfe,” quoth John, “be bonnd, Yett my daughteres beene well farrand, I tell you sickerlye. Peeres, and thou had wedded John daughter Reeve, There were no man that durst thee greeve, Neither for gold nor fee.” “Sompter man, and thou the other had, In good faith, then thou were made Forever in this cuntrye. Then, Peres, thou might beare the price. Yett I wold this chaplaine had a benefice, As mote I thrive or thee. “In this towne a kirke there is. And I were king itt should be his: He shold have itt of mee. Yett will I helpe as well as I may.” The king, the erle, the bishopp can say, “John, and wee live wee shall quitte thee.” When his daughters were come to dease, “Sitt farther,” quoth John, withouten leaze, “For there shalbe no moe. These strange fellowes I doe not ken: Peradventure they may be some gentlemen. Therfore I and my neighbors towe “Att sidebord end wee will bee Out of the gentles companye. Thinke yee not best soe? For itt was never the law of England To sett gentles blood with bonnd; Therfore to supper will wee goe.” By then came in beane-bread, Salt bacon, rusted and redd, And brewice in a blacke dish. Leane salt beefe of a yeere old, Ale that was both sower and cold: This was the first service. Eche one had of that ylke a messe. …………………………………… The king sayd, “Soe have I blisse, Such service ner erst I see.” Quoth John, “Thou gettest noe other of mee Att this time but this.” “Yes, good fellow,” the king gan say, “Take this service heer away, And better bread us bringe, And gett us some better drinke: We shall thee requite as wee thinke, Without any letting.” Quoth John, “Beshrew the morsell of bread This night that shall come in your head, But thou sweare me one thinge: Swere to me by booke and bell That thou shalt never John Reeve bettell Unto Edward our kinge.” Quoth the king, “To thee my truth I plight, He shall nott witt our service tonight No more then he doth nowe, Never while wee three live in land.” “Therto,” quoth John, “hold up thy hand, And then I will thee troe.” “Loe,” quoth the king, “my hand is heere.” “Soe is mine,” quoth the erle with a mery cheere, “Therto I give God avowe.” “Have heere my hand,” the bishopp sayd. “Marry,” quoth John, “thou may hold thee well apayd, For itt is for thy prow. “Take this away, thou Hodgkin Long, And let us sitt out of the throng, Att a sidebordes end. These strange fellowes think uncouthlye This night att our cookerye, Such as God hath us sent.” By then came in the paymen bread, Wine that was both white and redd In silver cuppes cleare. “Aha,” quoth John, “our supper begines with drinke. Tasste itt, laddes, and looke how yee thinke For my love, and make good cheere. “Of meate and drinke you shall have good fare, And as for good wine, wee will not spare, I garr you to understand: For everye yeere, I tell thee thoe I will have a tunn or towe Of the best that may be fonnd. “Yee shall see three churles heere Drinke the wine with a merry cheere. I pray you, doe you soe. And when our supper is all doone You and wee will dance soone: Lettes see who best can doe.” The erle sayd, “By Marry bright, Wheresover the king lyeth this night He drinketh no better wine Then thou selfe does att this tyde.” “In faith,” quoth John, “I had leever I died Then live ay in woe and pine. “If I be come of carles kinne, Part of the good that I may winne, Some therof shall be mine. He that never spendeth but alway spareth, Comonlye oft the worsse he fareth: Others will broake itt syne.” By then came in red wine and ale, The bores head into the hall, Then sheild with sauces seere, Capones both baked and rost, Woodcockes, venison, without bost, And dishmeate dight full deere. Swannes they had piping hott, Coneys, curlews, well I wott, The crane, the hearne in fere, Pigeons, partridges, with spicerye, Elkis, flaunes, with frumentye. John bade them make good cheere. The erle sayd, “Soe mote I thee, John, you serve us royallye. If yee had dwelled att London, If King Edward where here, He might be apayd with this supper, Such freindshipp wee have funden.” “Nay,” sayd John, “by Godes grace, And Edward wher in this place, Hee shold not touch this tonne. Hee wold be wrath with John, I hope; Therefore I beshrew the sope That shall in his mouth come.” Theratt the king laughed and made good cheere. The bishopp sayd, “Wee fare well heere.” The erle sayd as him thought. They spake Lattine amongst them there. “In fayth,” quoth John, “and yee greeve mee mare, Full deere itt shalbe bought. “Speake English, everyche one, Or else sitt still, in the devilles name: Such talke love I naught. Lattine spoken amongst lewd men — Therin noe reason doe I ken; For falshood itt is wrought. “Rowning, I love itt neither young nor old; Therefore yee ought not to bee to bold, Neither att meate nor meale. Hee was false that rowning began; Theerfore I say to you, certaine, I love itt never a deale. “That man can nought of curtesye That letes att his meate rowning bee, I say, soe have I sele.” The erle sayd right againe, “Att your bidding wee will be baine: Wee thinke you say right weele.” By this came up from the kitchin Sirrupps on plates good and fine, Wrought in a fayre array. “Sirres,” sayth John, “sithe wee are mett And as good fellowes together sett, Lett us be blythe today. “Hodgkin Long, and Hob of the Lath, You are counted good fellowes both: Now is no time to twine. This wine is new come out of France — Be God, me list well to dance; Therfore take my hand in thine. “For wee will, for our guestes sake, Hop and dance, and revell make, The truth for to know.” Up he rose and drank the wine. “Wee must have powder of ginger therein,” John sayd, as I troe. John bade them stand up all about, “And yee shall see the carles stout Dance about the bowle. Hob of the Lathe and Hodgkin Long, In fayth you dance your mesures wrang: Methinkes that I shold know. “Yee dance neither gallyard nor brawle, Trace nor true mesure, as I trowe, But hopp as yee were woode.” When they began of foote to fayle, They tumbled top over tayle, And master and master they yode. Forth they stepped on stones store. Hob of the Lathe lay on the flore; His brow brast out on blood. “Ah ha,” quoth John, “thou makes it tough. Had thou not falled wee had not lough: Thou gladdes us all, by the rood.” John hent up Hobb by the hand, Sayes, “Me thinkes wee dance our measures wronge, By Him that sitteth in throne.” Then they began to kick and wince. John hitt the king over the shinnes With a payre of new clowted shoone. Sith King Edward was mad a knight Had he never soe merry a night As he had with John de Reeve. To bed they busked them anon; Their liveryes were served them up soone With a merry chefe. And thus they sleeped till morning att prime In full good sheetes of line. A masse he garred them to have, And after they dight them to dine With boyled capons good and fine. The duke sayd, “Soe God me save, If ever wee come to our abone, Wee shall thee quitt our warrison: Thou shalt not need itt to crave.” Third Parte The king took leave att man and may. John sett him in the rode way: To Windsor can hee ryde. Then all the court was full faine That the king was comen againe, And thanked Christ that tyde. The jerfawcones were taken againe In the forrest of Windsor, without laine: The lordes did soe provyde. They thanked God and St. Jollye. To tell the queene of their harbery The lordes had full great pryde. The queene sayd, “Sir, by your leave, I pray you send for that noble reeve That I may see him with sight.” The messenger was made to wend And bidd John Reeve goe to the king Hastilye with all his might. John waxed unfaine in bone and blood, Saith, “Dame, to me this is noe good, My truth to you I plight.” “You must come in your best array.” “What too,” sayd John, “sir, I thee pray?” “Thou must be made a knight.” “A knight!” sayd John. “By Marry myld, I know right well I am beguiled With the guestes I herbord late. To debate they will me bring. Yett cast I mee for nothinge Noe sorrow for to take. “Allice, feitch mee downe my side acton — My round pallett to my crowne Is made of Millayne plate — A pitchforke and a sword.” Shee sayd shee was aferd This deede wold make debate. Allice feitched downe his acton syde. Hee tooke itt for no litle pryde, Yett must hee itt weare. The scaberd was rent, withouten doubt: A large handfull the bleade hanged out. John the Reeve sayd there, “Gett lether and an aule, I pray: Lett me sow itt a chape today Lest men scorn my geere. Now,” sayd John, “will I see Whether itt will out lightlye Or I meane itt to weare.” John pulled fast at the blade. I wold hee had kist my arse that itt made: He cold not gett itt out. Allice held and John draughe: Either att other fast loughe, I doe yee out of doubt. John pulled att the scaberd soe hard Againe a post he ran backward And gave his head a rowte. His wiffe did laughe when he did fall, And soe did his meanye all That were there neere about. Jhon sent after his neighbors both, Hodgkine Long and Hobb of the Lath: They were baene att his biddinge. Three pottles of wine in a dishe, They supped itt all off, iwis, All there att their partinge. John sayd, “And I had my buckler, There’s nothing that shold me dare, I tell you all in fere. Feitch me downe,” quoth he, “my mittons: They came upon my handes but once This two and twenty yare. “Feitch mee my capull,” sayd hee there. His saddle was of a new manner, His stirroppes were of a tree. “Dame,” he sayd, “feitch me wine: I will drinke to thee once syne. I troe I shall never thee see. “Hodgkin Long and Hob of the Lathe, Tarry and drinke with me bothe, For my cares are fast commannde.” They dranke five gallons verament. “Farwell fellowes all present, For I am readye to gange.” John was soe combred in his geere Hee cold not gett upon his mere Till Hodgkinn heave up his tail. “Now farwell, sir, by the roode.” To neither knight nor barron good His hatt he wold not vayle Till he came to the kings gate. The porter wold not lett him in theratt, Nor come within the walle, Till a knight came walking out. They sayd, “Yonder standeth a carle stout In a rusticall arraye.” On him they all wondred wright, And said he was an unseemelye wight, And thus to him they gan say: “Hayle, fellow! Where wast thou borne? Thee beseemeth full well to weare a horne. Where had thou that faire geere? I troe a man might seeke full long, One like to thee or that hee fonnd, Tho he sought all this yeere.” John bade them kisse the devilles arse: “For you my geare is much the worsse. You will itt not amend; By my faith, that can I lead. Upon the head I shall you shread, But if you hence wende. “The devill him speede upon his crowne That causeth me to come to this towne, Whether he weare Jack or Jill. What shold such men as I doe here, Att the kinges manner? I might have bene att home still.” As John stoode flyting fast, He saw one of his guestes come at the last. To him he spake full bold, To him he full fast rode; He vayled neither hatt nor hood, Sayth, “Thou hast me betold: “Full well I wott, by this light, That thou hast disdaind mee right, For wrath I waxe neere wood.” The erle sayd, “By Marry bright, John, thou made us a merry night: Thou shalt have nothing but good.” The erle tooke leave att John Reeve, Sayd, “Thou shalt come in, without greefe. I pray thee tarry and wait.” The erle into the hall went, And told the king verament That John Reeve was att the gate — “To no man list hee lout — A rusty sword gird him about, And a long fawchyon, I wott.” The king said, “Goe wee to meate, And brings him when wee are sett: Our dame shall have a play.” “He hath ten arrowes in a thonge; Some are short and some are long. The sooth as I shold say, “A rusty sallett upon his crowne; His hood-were homemade browne. There may nothing him dare. A thwyttill hee hath fast in his hand That hangeth in a packe-band, And sharplye itt will share. “He hath a pouch hanging full wyde, A rusty buckeler on the other syde, His mittons are of blacke clothe. …………………………………. Whosoe to him sayth ought but good, Full soone hee wilbe wrothe.” Then John sayd, “Porter, lett mee in. Some of my goodes thou shalt win; I love not for to pray.” The porter sayd, “Stand abacke. And thou come neere, I shall thee rappe, Thou carle, by my fay.” John tooke his forke in his hend; He bare his forke on an end: He thought to make affray. His capull was wight and cornefedd; Upon the porter hee him spedd And him can welnye slay. He hitt the porter upon the crowne: With that stroke hee fell downe, Forsooth, as I you tell. And then hee rode into the hall And all the dogges, both great and small, On John fast can they yell. John layd about as he were wood, And four he killed as hee stood: The rest will now beware. Then came forth a squier hend And sayd, “John, I am thy freind. I pray you, light downe there.” Another sayd, “Give mee thy forke.” And John sayd, “Nay, by St. William of Yorke; First I will cracke thy crowne.” Another sayd, “Lay downe thy sword. Sett up thy horsse. Be not affeard. Thy bow, good John, lay downe. “I shall hold your stirroppe of wood. Doe of your pallett and your hoode Ere they fall, as I troe. Yee see not who sitteth att the meate. Yee are a wonderous silly freake, And also passing sloe.” “What devill!” sayd John. “Is yt for thee? Itt is my owne, soe mote I thee. Therfore I will that itt bide.” The queen beheld him in hast. “My lord,” shee sayd, “for Godes fast, Who is yonder that doth ryde? Such a fellow saw I never ere.” Shee saith, “Hee hath the quaintest geere: He is but simple of pryde.” Right soe came John as hee were wood. He vayled neither hatt nor hood: He was a folly freake. He tooke his forke as hee wold just. Up to the dease fast he itt thrust. The queene for feare did speake, And sayd, “Lordes, beware, for Godes grace, For hee will frownte some in the face If yee take not good heede.” The laughed, without doubt, And soe did all that were about, To see John on his steede. Then sayd John to our queene, “Thou mayst be proud, dame, as I weene, To have such a fawconer, For he is a well farrand man, And much good manner hee can, I tell you sooth in fere. “But, lord,” hee sayd, “my good, it’s thine, My body alsoe for to pine, For thou art king with crowne. But, lord, thy word is honourable: Both stedfast, sure, and stable, And alsoe great of renowne. “Therfore, have mind what thou me hight When thou were with me anight, A warryson that I shold have.” John spoke to him with sturdye mood: Hee vayled neither hatt nor hood, But stood with him checkmate. The king sayd, “Fellow mine, For thy capones hott and good red wine Much thankes I doe give thee.” The queene sayd, “By Mary bright, Award him as his right: Well advanced lett him bee.” The king sayd untill him then, “John, I make thee a gentleman. Thy manner place I thee give, And a hundred pounds to thee and thine, And every yeere a tunn of red wine, Soe long as thou dost live.” But then John began to kneele: “I thanke you, my lord, so have I sele. Therof I am well payd.” Thee king tooke a coller bright And sayd, “John, heere I make thee a knight.” That worshippe when hee sayd Then was John evill apayd, And amongst them all thus hee sayd, “Full oft I have heard tell That after a coller comes a rope: I shall be hanged by the throate. Methinkes itt goeth not well.” “Sith thou hast taken this estate, That every man may itt wott Thou must begin the bord.” Then John therof was nothing faine. I tell you truth withouten laine, He spake never a word, But att the bordes end he sate him downe, For hee had leever beene att home Then att all their Frankish fare. For there was wine, well I wott; Royall meates of the best sortes Were sett before him there. A gallon of wine was put in a dishe. John supped itt off, both more and lesse. “Feitch,” quoth the king, “such more.” “By my Lady,” quoth John, “this is good wine. Let us make merry, for now itt is time. Christs curse on him that doth itt spare.” With that came in the porters hend And kneeled downe before the king. One was all berinnen with blood. Then the king in hert was woe, Sayes, “Porter, who hath dight thee soe? Tell on, I wax neere wood.” “Now in faith,” sayd John, “that same was I, For to teach him some curtesye, For thou hast taught him noe good. “For when thou came to my pore place With mee thou found soe great a grace Noe man did bidd thee stand without. For if any man had against thee spoken His head full soone I shold have broken,” John sayd, “withouten doubt. “Therfore I warne thy porters free, When any man comes out of my countrye, Another time lett them not be soe stout. If both thy porters goe walling wood, Be God, I shall reave their hood Or goe on foote aboute. But thou, lord, hast after me sent And I am come att thy comandement Hastilye, withouten doubt.” The king sayd, “By St. Jame, John, my porters were to blame. You did nothing but right.” He tooke the case into his hand: Then to kisse hee made them gange. Then laughed both king and knight. “I pray you,” quoth the king, “good fellows bee.” “Yes,” quoth John, “soe mote I thee, We were not wrathe ore night.” Then the bishopp sayd to him thoe, “John, send hither thy sonnes two: To the schoole I shall them find; And soe God may for them werke That either of them have a kirke, If fortune be their freind. “Also send hither thye daughters both. Two marryages the king will garr them to have And wedd them with a ringe. Went forth, John, on thy way. Looke thou be kind and curteous aye: Of meate and drinke be neur nithing.” Then John took leave of king and queene, And after att all the court bydeene, And went forth on his way. He sent his daughters to the king, And they were weded with a ringe Unto two squiers gay. His sonnes both hardy and wight, The one of them was made a knight, And fresh in every fray, The other a parson of a kirke, Godes service for to worke, To serve God night and day. Thus John Reeve and his wiffe With mirth and jolty ledden their liffe: To God they made laudinge. Hodgikin Long and Hobb of the Lathe, They were made freemen bothe Through the grace of the hend king. John thought on the bishopps word And ever after kept open bord For guestes that God him send, Till death feitcht him away To the blisse that lasteth aye, And thus John Reeve made an end. Thus endeth the tale of Reeve soe wight — God that is soe full of might To heaven their soules bring That have heard this litle story — That lived sometimes in the south west countrye In Long Edwardes dayes our king. Finis

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