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Yet I thinke, what I thinke, sooth for to say, Yo doe not lightlye ride out of your way.”

And when they came into the churchyard,

Marching all in a row,
The first inan was Allen-a-Dale,

To give bold Robin his bow.
“This is thy true-love," Robin he said,

“Young Allen, as I hear say ; And you shall be married this same time,

Before we depart away." “ That shall not be," the bishop he cried,

“For thy word shall not stand ; They shall be three times asked in the church,

As the law is of our land.”
Robin Hood pulled off the bishop's coat,

And put it upon Little John ; “By the faith of my body," then Robin said,

“This cloth doth make thee a man."

'Why, what dost thou think of me," quoth our

king, merrily, “Passing thy judgment upon me so briefe ?” Good faith," sayd the miller, “I meane not to

flatter thee; I guess thee to be but some gentleman thefe : Stand thee backe in the dark ; light not adowne, Lest that I presentlye crack thy knave's crowne.”

“ Thou dost abuse me much," quoth the king,

“saying thus ; I am a gentleman ; lodging I lacke." “Thou hast not," quoth the miller," one grot

in thy purse ; All thy inheritance hanges on thy backe." "I have gold to discharge all that I call ; If it be but forty pence, I will pay all."

When Little John went into the quire,

The people began to laugh ;
He asked them seven times into church

Lest three times should not be enough. “Who gives me this maid ?” said Little John,

Quoth Robin Hood, “That do I ;
And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,

Full dearly he shall her buy."
And then, having ended this merry wedding,

The bride looked like a queen; And so they returned to the merry greenwood,

Amongst the leaves so green.

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“I like well thy countenance ; thou hast an

honest face; With my son Richard this night thou shalt lye.” Quoth his wife, “By my troth, it is a handsoine

Yet it's best, husband, to deal warilye.
Art thou no runaway ; prythee, youth, tell ?
Show me thy passport, and all shall be well.”



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Then our king, presentlye making lowe courtesye,

With his hatt in his hand, thus he did say: “I have no passport, nor never was servitor,'

But a poor courtier, rode out of my way;
And for your kindness here offered to mee,
I will requite you in everye degree.”

HENRY, our royall king, would ride a-hunting

To the grene forest so pleasant and faire ; To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping:

Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repaire : Hawke and hound were unbound, all things

prepared For the game, in the same, with good regard. All a long summer's day rode the king pleasantlye

With all his princes and nobles eche one ; Chasing the hart and hind, and the bucke gal.

lantlye, Till the dark evening forced all to turne home. Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite All his lords in the wood, late in the night. Wandering thus wearilye, all alone, upand downe,

With a rude miller he mett at the last ; Asking the really way unto faire Nottingham,

“Sir,"quoth the miller, “I meane not to jest,

Then to the miller his wife whispered secretlye,

Saying, “ It seemeth this youth's of good kin, Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners ;

To turne him out, certainlye, were a great sin." "Yea," quoth hee, "you may see he hath some

grace When he doth speake to his betters in place."

Well,” quoth the miller's wife, “young man,

ye're welcome here ; And, though I say it, well lodged shall be ;

him out,


Fresh straw will I have laid on thy bed so brave, But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou goe; And good brown hempen sheets likewise,” | We would not, for twopence, the king should it quoth shee.

knowe." 'Aye," quoth the goodman, “and when that is dore,

“Doubt not," then sayd the king, “my promist Thou shalt lye with no worse than our own sonne."

secresye ;

The king shall never know more on't for me." “Nay, first," quoth Richard, “good fellowe, tell A cupp of lamb's-wool they dranke unto him then,

And to their bedds they past presentlye. me true, Hast thou no creepers within thy gay hose ?

The nobles, next morning, went all up and down, Or art thou not troubled with the scabbado ?"

For to seeke out the king in every towne. “I pray,” quoth the king, “what creatures At last, at the miller's “cott," soon they espiel

are those ?" “ Art thou not lousy, nor scabby ?" quoth he :

As he was mounting upon his faire steerle ; "If thou beest, surely thou lyest 110t with mee.

To whom they came presently, falling down on

their knee, This caused the king suddenlye to laugh most

Which made the miller's heart wofully bleede ; heartilye, Till the teares trickled fast downe from his eyes. Thinking he should have been hanged by the Rooi.

Shaking and quaking, before him he stood, Then to their supper were they set orderlye,

With hot bag-puddings and good apple-pyes; The king perceiving him fearfully trembling, Nappy ale, good and stale, in a browne bowle, Drew forth his sword, but nothing he sed ; Which did about the board merrilye trowle.

The miller downe did fall, crying before them all,

Doubting the king would have cut off his head. “Here," quoth the miller, good fellowe, I

But he, his kind courtesye for to requite, drinke to thee,

Gave him great living and dubbed him a knight. And to all .cuckholds, wherever they bee.'” “I pledge thee,” quoth our king, “and thanke

thee heartilye For mye welcome in every good degree ;

THE RETURN OF BEPPO. And here, in like manner, I drinke to thy sonne." “Do, then," quoth Richard, “and quicke let it While Laura thus was seen, and seeing, smiling,

Talking, she knew not why, and cared not what,

So that her female friends, with envy broiling, “Wife," quoth the miller, “fetch me forth

Beheld her airs and triumph, and all that ; lightfoote,

And well-dressed males still kept before her filing, And of his sweetnesse a little we 'll taste."

And passing bowed and mingled with herchat; A fair ven’son pastye brought she out presentlye. More than the rest one person seemed to stare “Eate," quoth the.miller ; “but, sir, make no With pertinacity that 's rather rare.

waste. Here's dainty lightfoote!". “In faith,” sayd He was a Turk, the color of mahogany ; the king,

And Laura saw him, and at first was glad, “ I never before eat so daintye a thing." Because the Turks so much admire pbilogyny,

Although their usage of their wives is sad; “I wis," quoth Richard, “no daintye at all it is ; | T is said they use no better than a dog any For we doe eate of it everye day."

Poor woman, whom they purchase like a pad; “In what place,” sayd our king, “may be They havea number, though they ne'erexhibit en, bought like to this ?"

Four wives by law, and concubines“ad libitum." “We never pay penny for itt, by my fay : From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here ; They lock them up, and veil, and guaril them daily, Now and then we make bold with our kinge's They scarcely can behold their male relations, deer."

So that their moments do not pass so gayly

As is supposed the case with northern nations ; “Then I thinke," sayd our king, “that it is Confinement, too, must make them look quite venison.”

palely ; “Eche foole," quoth Richard, “full well may And as the Turks abhor long conversations, know that ;

Their days are either passed in doing nothing, Never are wee without two or three in the roof, Or bathing, nursing, making love, and clothing.

Very well fleshed, and excellent fat :


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Our Laura's Turk still kept his eyes upon her, They entered, and for coffee called, — it came,

Less in the Mussulman than Christian way, A beverage for Turks and Christians both, Which seems to say, Madam, I do you honor, Although the way they make it 's not the same.

And while I please to stare, you'll please to stay." Now Laura, much recovered, or less loath Could staring win a woman, this had won her, Tospeak, cries, “Beppo! what's your pagan name?

But Laura could not thus be led astray ; Bless me! your beard is of amazing growth I She had stood fire too long and well to boggle And how came you to keep away so long ? Even at this stranger's most outlandish ogle. Are you not sensible 't was very wrong? Laura, who knew it would not do at all

“And are you really, truly, now a Turk ? To meet the daylight after seven hours' sitting Is 't true they use their fingers for a fork ?

With other women did you wive? Among three thousand people at a ball, To make her courtesy thought it right and fit-You'll give it me? They say you eat no pork.

Well, that 's the prettiest shawl—as I'm alive! ting: The Count was at her elbow with her shawl,

And how so many years did you contrive And they the room were on the point of quitting, Saw a man grown so yellow! How 's your liver ?

To Bless me! Did I ever? No, I never When lo ! those cursed gondoliers had got Just in the very place where they should not.

“ Beppo, that beard of yours becomes you not ;

It shall be shaved before you 're a day older ; The Count and Laura found their boat at last,

Why do you wear it ? O, I had forgot And homeward floated o'er the silent tide,

Pray, don't you think the weather here is colder ? Discussing all the dances gone and past ; How do I look ? You sha' n't stir from this spot The dancers and their dresses, too, beside ;

In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder Some little scandals eke : but all aghast

Should find you out, and make the story known. (As to their palace stairs the rowers glide)

How short your hair is ! Lord ! how gray it's Sate Laura by the side of her Adorer, When lo! the Mussulman was there before her.

What answer Beppo made to these demands “Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave,

Is more than I know. He was cast away “Your unexpected presence here will make

About where Troy stood once, and nothing stands; It necessary for myself to crave

Became a slave, of course, and for his pay Its import? But perhaps 't is a mistake ;

Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands I hope it is so; and at once to waive

Of pirates landing in a neighboring bay, All compliment, I hope so for your sake :

He joined the rogues and prospered, and became You understand my meaning, or you shall."

A renegado of indifferent fame. "Sir" (quoth the Turk), “'t is no mistake at all.

But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so

Keen the desire to see his home again, “That lady is my wife!" Much wonder paints He thought himself in duty bound to do so, The lady's changing cheek, as well it might ;

And not be always thieving on the inain ; But where an English woman sometiines faints, Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe, Italian females don't do so outright.

And so he hired a vessel come from Spain, They only call a little on their saints,

Bound for Corfu : she was a fine polacca, And then come to themselves, almost or quite ; Manned with twelve hands, and laden with toWhich saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprink

bacco. ling faces, And cutting stays, as usual in such cases.

Himself, and much (Heaven knows how gotten !)

cash, She said, what could she say? Why, not a He then embarked, with risk of life and limb, word ;

And got clear off, although the attempt was rash; But the Count courteously invited in

He said that Providence protected him, The stranger, much appeased by what he heard : For my part, I say nothing, lest we clash "Such things, perhaps, we'd best discuss In our opinions : — well, the ship was trim, within,"

Set sail, and kept her reckoning fairly on, Said he ; " don't let us make ourselves absurd

Except three days of calm when off Cape Bonn. In public, by a scene, nor raise a din, For then the chief and only satisfaction

They reached the island, he transferred his lading, Will be much quizzing on the whole transaction.” | And self and live stock, to another bottom,

And passed for a true Turkey merchant, trading

With goods of various names, but I've forgot'em. However, he got off by this evading,

Or else the people would perhaps have shot

"Since thou say'st that, my Lord Douglas,

Good faith some clinking there will be ; Beshrew my heart, but and my sword,

If I winna turn and ride with thee !"

him ;


And thus at Venice landed to reclaim

They whipped out ower the Shepherd Cleuch, His wife, religion, house, and Christian name. And doun the links o' the Corsecleuch Burn;

And aye the Douglas swore by his sword His wife received, the patriarch rebaptized him

To win his love, or ne'er return. (He made the church a present, by the way); He then threw off the garments which disguised - First fight your rival, Lord Douglas, him,

And then brag after, if you may ; And borrowed the Count's small-clothes for a For the Earl of Ross is as brave a lord day ;

As ever gave good weapon sway. His friends the more for his long absence prized him,

“But I for ae poor siller merk, Finding he 'd wherewithal to make them gay

Or thirteen pennies and a bawbee, With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of Will tak in hand to fight you baith, them,

Or beat the winner, whiche'er it be."
For stories, – but I don't believe the half of them.

The Douglas turned him on his steed,
Whate'er his youth had suffered, his old age
With wealth and talking made him some of a' the fools I have ever met,

And I wat a loud laughter leuch he :

Man, I ha'e never met ane like thee. Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage,

I've heard the Count and he were always friends. “Art thou akin to lord or knight, My pen is at the bottom of a page,

Or courtly squire or warrior leal ?" Which being finished, here the story ends;

“I am a tinkler," quo' the wight, 'T is to be wished it had been sooner done,

“But I like crown-cracking unco weel." But stories somehow lengthen when begun.

When they came to St. Mary's kirk,

The chaplain shook for very fear ;

And aye he kissed the cross, and said, JOCK JOHNSTONE, THE TINKLER. “What deevil has sent that Douglas here ! “O, CAME ve ower by the Yoke-burn Ford, “ He neither values book nor ban, Or down the King's Road of the cleuch ? *

But curses all without demur ; Or saw ye a knight and a lady bright,

And cares nae mair for a holy man Wha ha'e gane the gate they baith shall rue ?"

Than I do for a worthless cur." I saw a knight and a lady bright

“Come here, thou bland and brittle priest, Ride up the cleuch at the break of day;

And tell to me without delay The knight upon a coal-black steed,

Where you have hid the lord of Ross And the dame on one of the silver-gray.

And the lady that came at the break of day." “And the lady's palfrey flew the first, With many a clang of silver bell :

“No knight or lady, good Lord Douglas, Swift as the raven's morning flight

Have I beheld since break of morn ; The two went scouring ower the fell.

And I never saw the lord of Ross

Since the woful day that I was born." "By this time they are man and wife, And standing in St. Mary's fane ;

Lord Douglas turned him round about, And the lady in the grass-green silk

And looked the Tinkler in the face ; A maid you will never see again."

Where he beheld a lurking smile,

And a deevil of a dour grimace. “But I can tell thee, saucy wight, And that the runaway shall prove,

“How's this, how's this, thou Tinkler loun! Revenge to a Douglas is as sweet

Hast thou presumed to lie on me!" As maiden charms or maiden's love."

“Faith that I have !" the Tinkler said,

“And a right good turn I have done to thee,

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“I have armor on," cried the Lord Douglas, But the Douglas swore a solemn oath, “Cuirass and helm, as you may see.”

That was

debt he could never owe; “The deil me care !" quo' the Tinkler lad ; He would rather die at the back of the dike

“ I shall have a skelp at them and thee.” Than owe his sword to a man so low. “You are not horsed," quo' the Lord Douglas, “But if thou wilt ride under my banner,

“And no remorse this weapon brooks." And bear my livery and my name, "Mine's a right good yaud," quo' the Tinklerlad, My right-hand warrior thou shalt be

“And a great deal better nor she looks. And I'll knight thee on the field of fame." “So stand to thy weapons, thou haughty lord, “Woe worth thy wit, good Lord Douglas, What I have taken I needs must give ;

To think I'd change my trade for thine ; Thou shalt never strike a tinkler again,

Far better and wiser would you be, For the langest day thou hast to live."

To live a journeyman of mine, Then to it they fell, both sharp and snell, “ To mend a kettle or a casque,

Till the fire from both their weapons flew ; Or clout a goodwife's yettlin' pan, But the very first shock that they met with, Upon my life, good Lord Douglas, The Douglas his rashness 'gan to rue.

You'd make a noble tinkler-man !

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