Heere beginneth a mery iest of Dank Hew munk of Leicestre, and how he was foure times slain and once hanged This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A03127 of text S119036 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 13257). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 15 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 7 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A03127 STC 13257 ESTC S119036 99854243 99854243 19652 2248497025

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. Searching, reading, printing, or downloading EEBO-TCP texts is reserved for the authorized users of these project partner institutions. Permission must be granted for subsequent distribution, in print or electronically, of this EEBO-TCP Phase II text, in whole or in part.

 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A03127) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 19652) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1070:15) Heere beginneth a mery iest of Dank Hew munk of Leicestre, and how he was foure times slain and once hanged [12] p. : ill. At the long Shop adioyning vnto Saint Mildreds Churche in the Pultrie, by Iohn Alde], [Imprinted at London : [1560?] A chap book. Imprint from colophon. Suggested publication date from STC. Signatures: A⁴ B² . Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Dane Hew (Legendary character) -- Early works to 1800. eebo Heere beginneth a mery iest of Dank Hew munk of Leicestre, and how he was foure times slain and once hanged. [no entry] 1560 14 2568 1 0 0 0 0 0 3.89 B The rate of 3.89 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2009-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-02 Sampled and proofread 2010-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Heere beginneth a mery I est of Dan● Hew Munk of Leicestre , and how he was foure times slain and once hanged .

IN olde time there was in Lecester town An Abbay of Munks of great renown As ye shall now after heer But amongst them all was one there That passed all his Brethern iwis His name was Dane Hew so haue I blis This Munk was yung and lusty And to fair women he had a fansy And for them he laid great wait in deed In Leicester dwelled a Tayler I reed Which wedded a woman fair and good they looued eche other by my hood Seuen yeer and somwhat more Dane Hew looued this taylers Wife sore , And thought alway in his minde When he might her alone finde And how he might her assay And if she would not to say him nay Vpon a day he said fair woman free without I haue my pleasure of thee I am like to go from my wit Sir she said I haue many a shrewd fit Of my husband euery day , Dame he said / say not nay My pleasure I must haue of thee what so euer that it cost mee She answered and said if it must needs be Come to morow vnto me For then my husband rideth out of the town and then to your wil I wil be bown And then we may make good game and if ye come not ye be to blame But Dane Hew first tel thou me What that my rewarde shal be Dame he said by my fay twenty nobles of good money For we wil make good cheer this day : And so they kist and went their way The tayler came home at euen tho Like as he was wunt to doo And his wife tolde him all and some How Dane Hew in the morning would come and what her meed of him should be What ? dame thou art mad so mot I thee Wilt thou me a Cuckolds hood giue ? That should me shrewdly greeue , Nay Sir she said , by sweet saint Iohn I wil keep my self a good woman And get thee money also iwis For he hath made therof a promisse To morow earely heer to be I know wel he wil not fail me And I shall lock you in the chest that ye out of the way may be milt And when dane Hew commeth hether early About fiue of the clock truely For at that time his houre is set to come hether then without any let Then I shall you call ful lightly Look that ye come vnto me quickly And when the day began to appeer in the morning Dane Hew came thither warde fast renning He thought that he had past his houre then softly he knocked at the taylers door She rose vp and bad him come neer And said Sir welcome be ye heer Good morow ( he said ) gentle mistris Now tel me where your husband is That we may be sure indeed Sir she said so God me speed He is foorth of the town And wil not come home til after noon With that Dane Hew was wel content And lightly in armes he did her hent And thought to haue had good game Sir she said let be for shame For I wil knowe first what I shall haue For when I haue it I wil it not craue Giue me twenty Nobles first And doo with me then what ye list By my Preesthood quoth he than thou shalt haue in Golde and siluer anon Thou shalt no longer craue it of me Lo my mistresse where they be And in her lap he it threw Gramercy she said vnto Dane Hew Dane Hew thought this wife to assay abide sir she said til I haue laid it away For so she thought it should be best With that she opened then a Chest then Dane Hew thought to haue had her alone But the tayler out of the chest anon And said sir Munk if thou wilt stand I shall giue thee a stroke with my brand that thou shalt haue but little lust vnto my wife And lightly without any more strife He hit Dane Hew vpon the hed That he fel down stark dead Thus was he first slain in deed Alas then said his wife with an euil speed Haue ye slain this munk so soone ? Whither now shall we run or gone ? There is no remedy then said he without thou giue good counsail to me To conuay this false preest out of the way That no man speak of it ne say That I haue killed him or slain Or els that we haue doon it in vain Yea sit ( she said ) let him abide Til it be soon in the euen tide Then shall we him wel conuay For ye shall beare him into the Abbay And set him straight vp by the wall and come your way foorth withall The Abbot sought him all about For he heard say that he was out And was very angry with him in deed and would neuer rest so God me speed Vntil Dane Hew that he had found and bad his man to seek him round About the place , and to him say That he come speak with me straight way Foorth went his man til at the last Beeing abrode his eye he cast Aside : where he Dane Hew did see and vnto him then straight went he And thinking him to be aliue He said , Dane Hew so mut I thriue I haue sought you and meruel how that I could not finde you til now Dane Hew stood as stil as he that could not tel what he should say , no more he did good nor il With that the Abbots man said with good intent Sir ye must come to my Lord , or els you be shent When Dane Hew answered neuer a dele . He thought he would aske some counsail Then to the Abbot he gan him hye I pray you my Lord come by and by And see where Dane Hew stands straight by the wall and wil not answere what so euer I call And he stareth and looketh vpon one place Like a man that is out of grace And one woord he wil not speak for me Get me a staf ( quoth the Abbot ) and I shall see And if he shall not vnto me answere . Then when the Abbot came there And saw him stand vp right by the wall He then to him began to call And said thou false Bribour thou shalt aby Why keepest thou not thy seruice truely Come hether he said with an euil speed But no woord that Dane Hew answered in deed what whorson ( ꝙ the Abbot ) why spekest not thou ? Speak or els I make God avow I wil giue thee such a stroke vpon thy head That I shall he gaue him such a rap That he fel down at that clap Thus was he the second time slain and yet he wroght them much more pain As ye shall afterward heer ful wel Sir quoth the abbots an ye haue doon il For ye haue slain Dane Hew now And suspended this place I make God a vow What remedy ( quod the Abbot than ? ) Yes quoth his man by sweet Saint Iohn If ye would me a good rewarde giue That I may be the better while that I liue Yes ( ꝙ the Abbot ) xl . shillings thou shalt haue And if thou can mine honor saue My Lord I tel you so mot I thee Vnto such a Taylers house haunted he To woo his prety wife certain and thither I shall him bring again And there vpright I shall him set that no man shall it knowe or wit And then euery man wil sain That the Tayler hath him slain For he was very angry with him That he came to his wife so oft time Of his counsail he was wel appaid and his man took vp dane Hew that braid And set him at the Taylers door anon and ran home as fast as he might gone The Tayler and his wife were in bed And of Dane Hew were sore afraid Lest that he would them bewray and to his wife began to say All this night I haue dreamed of this false caitife that he came to our door ( quoth he to his wife ) Iesus ( quoth his wife ) what man be ye That of a dead man so sore afraid ye be ? For me thought that you did him slo With that the Tayler to the door gan go And a Polax in his hand and saw the Munk by the door stand Whereof he was sore afraid And stil he stood and no woord said Til he spake vnto his wife Dame now haue I lost my life Without I kil him first of all Foorth he took his Polax or mall And hit Dane Hew vpon the head that he fel down stark dead And thus was Dane Hew three times slain And yet he wrought him a train Alas quoth the Taylers wife This caitife dooth vs much strife Dame he said what shall we now doo ? Sir she said so mote go The Munk in a corner ye shall lay til to morow before the day Then in a Sack ye shall him thrast and in the Mil dam ye shall him cast I counsail it you for the best surely So the Tayler thought to doo truely In the morning he took Dane Hew in a Sack And laid him lightly vpon his back Vnto the Mil Dam he gan him hye and there two theeues he did espye That fro the Mil came as fast as they might But when of the Tayler they had a sight They were abashed very sore For they had thought the miller had come thore For of him they were sore afraid that the Sack there down they laid And went a little aside I cannot tel where And with that the Tayler saw the sack lye there Then he looked therin anon And he saw it was ful of Baron Dane Hew then he laid down there And so the bacon away did beare Til he came home and that was true the theeues took vp the sack with dane Hew And went their way til they came home One of the theeues said to his wife anon Dame look what is in that sack I thee pray For there is good bacon by my fay Therfore make vs good cheer lightly the wife ran to the Sack quickly And when she had the Sack vnbound the dead Munck therein she found Then she cryed out and said alas I see heer a meruailous case That ye haue slain Dane Hew so soon Hanged shall ye be if it be knowen Nay good dame said they again to her For it hath been the false miller Then they took Dane Hew again and brought him to the mil certain Where they did steale the Bacon before And there they hanged Dane Hew for store Thus was he once hanged in deed and the theeues ran home as fast as they could speed The Millers wife rose on the morning erly And lightly made her self redy To fetch some Bacon at the last But when she looked vp she was agast That she saw the Munk hang there She cryed out and put them all in fere And said heer is a chaunce for the nones for heer hangeth the false Munk by cocks bones That hath been so Lecherous many a day And with mens wiues vsed to play Now some body hath quit his meed ful wel I trow it was the Deuil of Hel And our Bacon is stolne away this I call a shrewd play I wot not what we shall this winter eate What wife ( quoth the Miller ) ye must all this forget And giue me some good counsail I pray How we shall this Munk conuay And priuily of him we may be quit Sir she said that shall you lightly wit Lay him in a corner til it be night and we shall conuay him or it be day light The Abbot hath a close heer beside therin he hath a good horse vntide Go and fetch him home at night and bring him vnto me straight And we shall set him there vpon in deed and binde him fast so God me speed And giue him a long pole in his hand Like as he would his enmies withstand And vnder his-arme we wil it thrust Like as he would fiercely iust Fo ( she said ) as ye wel knowe the Abbot hath a Mare gentle and lowe Which ambleth wel and trotteth in no wise But in the morning when the Abbot dooth rise He commaundeth his mare to him to be brought For to see his workmen if they lack ought And vpon the mare he rideth as I you tel For to see and all things be wel And when this Horse seeth this mare anon Vnto her he wil lightly run or gone When the Miller this vnderstood He thought his wiues counsail was good And held him wel therwith content and ran for the horse verament And when he the horse had fet at the last Dane Hew vpon his back he cast And bound him to the horse ful sure that he might the better indure To ride as fast as they might ren Now shall ye knowe how the Miller did then He tooke the horse by the brydle anon and Dane Hew sitting therdn And brought him that of the mare he had a sight Then the horse ran ful right The Abbot looked a little him beside and saw that Dane Hew towarde him gan ride And was almoste out of his minde for feare When he saw Dane Hew come so neere He cryed help / for the looue of the trinite For I see wel that Dane Hew auenged wil be Alas I am but a dead man and with that from his Mare he ran The abbots men ran on Dane Hew quickly and gaue him many strokes lightly With Clubs and staues many one They cast him to the earth anone So they killed him once again thus was he once hanged and foure times slain And buried at the last as it was best I pray God send vs all good rest . Amen .

Imprinted at London at the long Shop adioyning vnto Saint Mildreds Churche in the Pultrie , by Iohn Allde .